Swimming in Shadows
swarming in from my soul

Talking to thieves that
taunt us to trust.

Drinking down danger
denying death's desire

Forgetting full-well I'm
floating in fire

Ignoring iconoclastic images inked in my eyes

Hoping hypnosis helps
heal humankind

Dangerous dance
done dozens of days

Easiest entry, eternal enslavement; extracorporeal existence engaged.

Flying beneath the shadows in my mind, trying to catch a glimpse I hit rewind.

But every time I try to get ahead some fool steps in to paint my vision red and every time I try to do some good, the Beast escapes and chaos intrudes.

No brakes, can't stop... a mean old bull at heart.  No brakes can't stop once the fury starts.

The other guy is busting loose again run and hide cuz he's no one's friend.

Every time I try to get ahead some fool steps to make my eyes see red. Every time I try to do some good the Beast Escapes and chaos intrudes.

Flying beneath the shadows in rewind trying to catch a glimpse inside my mind.

Rising from these ashes I've called life.... Malignant thoughts subside no pain no strife.

I've got a lollipop in space,
she's my saving grace,
with a gentle wrinkled
grandma's face

She has the Stars on a string,
makes the constellations sing,
and wears the sun on her hand
like a pinky ring.

She's light,
a delight,
always right
with a smile that fights
the blackest of nights
and hands that cure
anyone's plight.

She sugar on berries
when the path gets scary
and filled with the void
of wicked fairies.  

A dollop on top,
the cream of the crop,
the rain in the desert
where it doesn't drop....

An Illuminating Force
nothing can stop
My grandma in the heavens.... my Lollipop.

My hand just won't stop today, it's making me pay... for every time I've ignored it when it was  begging to play.

Just when I think that it's had enough, that it's tired... Down goes the pen, grab the torch spark the fire.

A small book of poems, a wall full of art all a day's work to my hand when it starts.

I get hungry grow weary my back starts to ache....no sir not done yet... you're staying up late.

I let my hand be the master, me it's slave for the day, at least once a week, so it's happy and I'm sane.