It's kind of cute watching
Those little bubbles
Come out of the lines--
It's kind of like watching the
Raindrops racing each other
On the car window--
You wonder which bubble will
Get the biggest,
Fastest.

The belly button is
                                     a poet's

most used
                     part of
                     the body.


Say what you will of writing
         from the
                         heart
                                    or writing
         from the
                          brain--

*Is it not true
that we poets
are known for
the things
over which

we contemplate?

Tell me what you see
While watching the universe
Dancing around you.

If you stop leading,
Then the intricate patterns
Of the stars lead you.

You are a part of
A most beautiful and pure
Waltz of the cosmos.

You are but stardust
Lighting up the universe
And moving mountains.

You alone can choose
To lead the dance or follow
But you must still dance.

You were always so blithely blind, my dear,
Whispering to the angels behind the wall,
While you kissed away my sorrows,
And held my hand when I sinned.

The glass from which I drink my life
Isn't half empty,
Or half full.
It fell and shattered into
Sharp little bits
On which I continue to choke,
And all that I have left to say for myself
Is the blood that I spit up every single day
On my pillow when I wake from my nightmares.

There is blood on my hands,
Because I tried to ****** your light,
Leaving everything in darkness,
So that we could see the stars.
Forgive me for that,
If you can.

All that is left are
Memories that
Never existed and
Dreams that
Never came true.

I want to drag you into
The sands of time with me,
But I would hate to watch you suffocate,
With the sand in your nostrils.

So let me fall alone,
And don't reach out to catch me.

This time, I will swim among the stars,
And rearrange them into my own story.