I want no prize for telling
the lies that you
wanted to hear.

I'm here
you're there
we are somewhere
in between.

Kings and Queens and
men of means
and ladies indulging
in leisure.

A pleasure,
he says,
to do business these days
with those whom I feel
are genteel.

A lie we told each other
just so we could push on
a little further

I read that he lost a suitcase full of manuscripts on a
train and that they never were recovered.
I can't match the agony of this
but the other night I wrote a 3-page poem
upon this computer
and through my lack of diligence and
practice
and by playing around with commands
on the menu
I somehow managed to erase the poem
forever.
believe me, such a thing is difficult to do
even for a novice
but I somehow managed to do
it.

now I don't think this 3-pager was immor-
tal
but there were some crazy wild lines,
now gone forever.
it bothers more than a touch, it's some-
thing like knocking over a good bottle of
wine.

and writing about it hardly makes a good
poem.
still, I thought somehow you'd like to
know?

if not, at least you've read this far
and there could be better work
down the line.

let's hope so, for your sake
and
mine.

On her knees, head in her hands
Crying, she's seen the promised lands

As she sits shackled in razor blade chains
The only thing free is the thoughts in her brain

She is only there to bear witness to the fortunate souls
That deserving or not, get to cross to the land of gold

Her fate was sealed before her birth
She's made to pay for the sins of others, it is her curse

She watch's soul after soul enter the land
She was forsaken in it to stand

So as the razors slice and bite
She set's her mind free, what a beautiful sight

From deep insides there shines this light
It becomes a beacon, it's so bright

With every slice of the razor
Thought to withstrain her
More light pours through
But the razor chains cuts ensue

Till all the light in her pours out
Through her lips a slight whimper escapes, ment to be a shout

Darkness reclaims where it always belonged
Another souls claimed, the ding after the ****

She was only born to watch the happiness of others
She was only born for agony to smother

She was only born to bear witness
To the beauty in darkness, mother nature's mistress

i've been gone
too long
i yearn for
the empty hospital walls
i thought i put life on pause
it kept going without me
a reminder of what would happen
if i died
nobody would notice
but when i came back
everything piled up
all my feelings
all my work
it's still here
waiting
laughing
wanting me to collapse
so i do