Who is God? I asked myself.
“The one you see in fear,”
I answered.
Could I see Him
in moments of happiness?
I inquired again.
“No,
“as light does not appear in light,”
said the voice within me.

.
​Life is the question,
we live in it.

​Death is the answer,
we leave with it.

A flower in the wind, has no control,
an arbitrary victim
without determined vision as it blows from side to side,
it has no views about the matter
when it sees its beauty shattered
into petals that are scattered far and wide

big rat, bigger cat
who eats
who runs

who makes the rules

big rat, bigger cat.

the rat has sharp teeth,
sits on a throne of broken bones,
stares through eyes of shattered glass,
no future
no past.

who s first,
who s last,

the rat's heart
loosely wrapped
barbed wire

who s first
who s fast

big rat, bigger cat

but King Rat has dreams,
wants a kingdom

an alley chat

the cat asks, meow?

snakes in the garden of eden?
wolves in suits?
crows on the telephone wire?

every throne
every king
a reckoning

alley chat, alley cat,
the cat gives, a wink.

deep and wide,
the cat smiles the gate,

"trust me."

It's easier for me
to capture the wind
in my palm than
to hear a kind word
from you--not even
in a century!

.....but the mind
    can be truly blind
    with too much reason
    meaning it fails to find

She kept her freak hidden
Well out of sight
In the back of her closet
And only let it out at night
To crawl up on her bed
And climb into her head
Then it would
See through her eyes

I knew you’d never cross my way,
yet hope deceived my heart each day.
My heart holds only your memories true,
my eyes just illusions, still painted of you,
a ghost of love that chose to stay.