Upon my bed at night
I sought him whom my
soul loves.
I sought him but found him not,
I called him but he gave
no answer.
I will rise now and go about
the city
in the streets and in the
squares.
I will seek him whom my
soul loves.
I sought him but  found  
him not.
The sentinels found me,
as they went about in the city.
"Have you seen him whom
my soul loves."  

Some day I may stop pretending
to even want a happy ending.

commissioned to paint
the devils portrait.

the sun stays awake
in the ethiopian sky

the villagers hang to dry.

-the work is fine
he says.

-stay with me for dinner,
   its going to be divine.

his anxieties and fears,
his coping skills,
his strength,
his desires,
even his hands are mine -
all his failures are made manifest
and all my life,
i have been powerless to stop it.

my mind,
my beauty,
my passion and spirit,
my vision,
my talent,
in the hands of the son,
the sins of the father will be broken,
and a new beginning
will take the world by storm.