There is death here.
The ground bleeds
slowly through
shallow holes
letting small flowers grow
faintly smelling
somewhere between
perfume and decay.

No one stirs to
wipe this dark stain away.
Dirt and stone mark the space
pointing to the place
were all journeys end.

Soft becomes rigid.
The earth dries
slower than
rigamortis sets in,

But I hope they feed me
to the fishes and wolves
leaving the rest of me
to the rest under a tall tree.

Night,
I love you
like a bride
loving her body,
the madman
the desert,
like the horse
loves its shadow,
the sad the lighthearted,
I love you like
a wanderer his ballad,
a poet his dark room,
like the moon.

I'm not scared of strangers. I'm afraid of forgetting how to be kind.

Love me like a new day
As in a new beginning
Filter out the heartache
Add a whole new meaning

Love me like you found me
Like there's no tomorrow
Love me with your greatest need
A love that holds no sorrow

Love me till  you come undone
Love me like a child would
When all else fails to me you run
A love never misunderstood

Love me with all that you have
A love you give and not take back
Love me with the reason
That true love need not be said

Love me like the weekend
Like the warmth of sunshine
Love me without failing
From this moment to the end of time

I dream of friends
And spending an hour
Or so with someone
Chatting, walking

I see other people
With friends

And look at me
All alone

I have
A few good friends
They do not
Live alone

I dream of friends

Well, of course everyone
Has a right to express
Themselves however
They want

And these images
May have some
Deep meaning

I just don't like it
Humans without eyes
Or non-human eyes

Or whatever it might be
It is all a bunch
Of *******

If you ask me

Distorting what
Is natural
Altering what is real

I am a lover
Of the light
You know the deal

That doesn't mean
I can't appreciate
Being miserable
Or being sad

It doesn't mean
I can't appreciate
Being depressed
Or mad

These images
May express
How someone feels

It may communicate
A pain that is real

And I of all people
Can understand
Emotional pain

I am miserable
And alone

Sitting at my desk
Writing these poems

I feel that earth
Is just a temporary home

I love the light beings
Don't you see

The ones who
Spread joy
To you and to me

Muhammad, Buddha, Jesus too
Religion can be good for you

Or an agnostic
That is fine too

Just don't let
Your heart
Turn to stone

Do not let darkness
Drag you in

Lovers of the light
They will win
It's being natural you see
Being light
And walking
So happily

Sometimes life
Will make you mad
Other times will make you sad

I'm not that happy
Not at all
But I was sent
To earth

I will stand tall
Not too proud
I'm just me

This is the life cycle
Just let things be

You will decide
In the end
Whether you want
Light or darkness
To be your friend

Blackness and void
I am not afraid of you

You provide the background
And like the stars
I can shine through

We attempt rescue, unable to bear
the stardust-coated dragonfly
beat, beat, beating
frantic on the glass.

We entice him to perch
on our extended lifeline-broom
nurse him in a box, where he flutters
quivers, lies quietly blue.

My son cries bitterly
as we place a minute cross
upon the dragonfly grave
while intoning our final goodbyes:

We honor those who have fallen victim
to this fatal architectural trap, lured
by skylights of enticing white-light death
and the paned illusion of freedom.

In admiration of winged determination
and perseverance in the face of futility
we carefully tend the fragile, curved bodies
lay them here to rest under the mock orange.

years of gauze-weighted detritus
swept beneath these ponderous shrubs
a reminder - what seems like freedom
                                                         ­           often isn’t.