Rather, a dull smile of yours
Painted around fabrics
Made from papers that burn to the touch, the eyes.

Day by day
My room; cloister of desire
Stagnant as it is
Holds many faces, each resembling you
So where are you?

Ah, these fake lips
I wish to touch them; remain unbitten
You lie in waiting, behind miles of glass and miles of rain.

So holding a frame
Uneven with my desires; tame body
Leaving it behind. Turning. Closing my door.
The real thing lingers nearby.

Awake I lie at foot of hedge
In sleep I stake my claim
These enigmatic poses read
Delve crossroads good and vain
Determined not by what was said
befuddled state remained

And though the sun shone forth so clear
a fog floats present fear to veer
this course I would retain

So still to seek
a path I must
through this leaf lined elusive muck
Some things are lost
Long left for dust
with time to heal pain (and trust)

But should a solemn path hold true
and light my weary way
a price, a goal, a trove en full
mean nothing
lest it's you

-2006

1.

An escape beckons,
A slow and dark reunion,
It's calling me once more,
The chains have been broken.

2.

The savage stands upon the distant mound,
A bearded smile, a laughing frown,
And from the peyote trance comes the ancient dance,
Heads on fire!
Transparent funeral pyre.
And so begins the long, slow and frightening fall into divine madness.

3.

How good it is to be back among the insane,
The oceans of hallucinations running amok inside my brain,
The subconscious dweller has returned,
Relighting the quiet inferno,
The songs of ambience ooze from every flame,
Expanding paranoid thought,
Bequeathing forgotten demons,
From the shadows back into the game.
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Democracy will not come
Today, this year
   Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.

I have as much right
As the other fellow has
  To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I'm dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.

      Freedom
      Is a strong seed
      Planted
      In a great need.

      I live here, too.
      I want freedom
      Just as you.

just bound (at the heels)
to a world (that can't feel);
walking (in the opposite of a parallel motion)
all adrift drowning (in the largest of oceans)

What is the secret?  Why can't it  be told?
I want to be warm, I cannot stand cold
Who are these strangers?  Who let them out?
They speak in a whisper, when I want to shout
They're dazed and unfeeling, aliens to me
They stare in my eyes,but they cannot see
I'm merely a human who has lost self esteem
I somehow feel ***** and cannot get clean
I'm lost in oblivion somewhere in time, where nothing makes sense and nothing has rhyme
It's damp and it's dark here, there's some sort of fear
No one has emotions and nothings held dear
A strange little universe , where there's only night
There is no incentive, there is no more fight
I've run and I've run , I'm now out of breath
There is no more life here
This must be Death