Tumbling, twirling
leaves en masse.
Seasons arrive
and then will pass.

Brilliant hues
Of orange and red
Scatter across
Warm Summer's bed.

So brief the fall
in its passing.
Cool crisp air,
vibrant leaves flashing.

Soon, too soon
The colors fade
And bitter Winter
spreads its shade.

I’m, I don’t know-
lonely I guess. Stretched out  
warming myself in a pool of sunlight-
would just like to be held.
Not longing for
new love
or a one true love-
they’re all true enough
at the time.
No, not love.
Not now.

Can you catch a dream?
Can you grasp what impossible is to seem?
If you run all the roads of imagination
Can you really reach their ends?

Reality is to dreams
                      as daytime is to night
When the first passes,
                       awaited desires come and delight
Time is a dream
                       Dreams are never ending

It all starts with a chance
It takes patience,
and open mind|  
        a paradigm

Set to the right glance
Leave it to the lighting around us
to remind us how to dance.

       So I'll chase what has come out of my dream.
       Turn off the golden day and run through night.
       I want to grasp what is impossible to seem
                 If the end is waiting  
                 Then I'm still running
Then I'm chasing my dreams.

                    Orderly is not how I remember passion.

Hourglass.

I'd rather die than listen to your poetry.
**** pellets of perfection,
Forget rhyme, rhythm or talent,
Leave that **** for the poets,
The saps and the *******.
Don't start with that alliteration.
No pantooms or odes.
I'd rather place my head on the chopping block.
I'd rather watch blood with such high viscosity,
That it flails and leaps toward the opened mouth,
Pleading "no more! No more!"