We knew only your laughter which won you renown.
We never observed the tears of our clown.

You entered our homes as the loveable Mork;
with Your razor sharp wit and lightning fast thought.

Your movies mixed laughter with serious turns;
Good Will earned you an Oscar For which many yearn.

There were personal demons that proved hard to hide.
A divorce, an affair, Drugs and rehab besides.

But, through it all, We heard only the laughter.
Not the tears of our Clown that brought on this disaster.

To us you were Robin, Like Peter Pan, just a kid.
May this sleep bring you peace that your days never did.

is a long time.
I never want
My words to end-
Each syllable is
A new breath Taken.
And my voice screams through
My writing-
I breathe through my prose
Live through my poems.
And if my poems never end
Then I will live

I don't care how
Beaten and Broken
My body may be
I will always
Run up the stairs,
Just to remind myself
I can.

I wish your ashes
Would turn to dust
So I could
Throw them to the Night.
And if you were a star
I'd tie myself
To the moon
Just to be
A little closer
To you.

I'd feel the floor
Move beneath me
And send the Earth
Into the Sun-
Where it would shatter
And burn.
I would Burn the world

If waves could wash
Away
My memory of you
I'd sleep in the rivers, and
Drown

I have always been a morning person
With the way the sun peeked over storage units
and abandoned cars
"Hello!" It says
"I am here! Do not fear the dark!"
So we make our coffee and the artists think
Certain things
We build words and universes within ourselves
And we never get to a book in time to write it down
To scrawl down the formula
For what might have been
morning always reminds me
Of lazy cats stretching in the sun
And watching the dew solidify
On the grass
Outside the window.