"...ego has the eyes of reason
heart but is all blind
long as such you've trained yourself
thus love you cannot find..."

- Stanza from my poem Talisman Of Love.

I’m looking at you-
Looking-looking-not.

I’m pretending I wasn’t staring-
Now I’m looking-looking-caught.

Impaled on corrosed spikes

Eviscerated and immobile

The silent devouring

By countless debauched ghosts

With different agendas

And insatiable appetite

For my flesh.

These broken hands
cupped around a
fragile light.
Keeping it safe
and protected from
this endless night.

Only in the depths
of their pain
and despair
does a sliver of light
escape through
the tear.

In between the drudgery for hard prose called bread
pick up the hum of a pulsating thread
string them in mind give them a name
frame it in print outline of a poem!

It can be raw ripe cored and sweet
it can be anything but never complete
bitter nut cracked a songbird's tweet
the only opening heart's only conduit!

It can be anything untimely summer's rain
a pain unknown raindrops on windowpane
a sigh muted happy memory's fountain
tears for losing what would never come again!

Hold it for life for all they are worth
to breathe out the prose breathe in rebirth
in colors and shades tastes bitter sweet
a poem that is anything but ever complete!