i live in the prison,
of the fear of being judged.
It's like hell,
but even worse.
Every day, i spend being somebody i'm not,
even when i'm tired of it.
I'm an inmate in my own mind,
and i just can't get out.

I see you in my sleep.
I hear you in my sleep.
And you're nowhere near.

I wake up with you on my mind.
I dream of you all the time.
And this suits me fine.

I speak of you.
I talk about you.
And you're nowhere near.

But if you were here?
I will be silent in professing my love for you.

Why do they study religion
If only to discredit?

In Venice those old pigeons
I write but do not edit

Love is not enough
But now it's all I have

And words that cannot reach
And distantly a dad

Tragedy and chaos
The news all filled with death

Alone in my little room
Fear. Dearness. Breath.

           Desperateth.

I try to use my madness
For help and not for harm

Let the bipolar roll at times
Ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm

But I have learned, yes I have learned
Calm well worth the wait

Sitting in the silence
While candidates debate

Sitting in the silence
Praying for my mates.

The culture is corrupted
Confused and now careening

But there is no going back
And the politics is greening

It was always thus
But hope still springs eternal

The madness mixed within
The tenderness maternal

The commedia. And the infernal.

I am an ordinary human being masquerading as a great poet!

As the moon dips behind
Earth’s faint outer shadow
in penumbral eclipse
an imperceptible darkness
seizes my soul in fear

I wait futilely,
like the ancients,
for the next
blood red cycle
to engulf the world
in ignorance and violence,
the next monster
to bite the earth
into a crescent slice.

They once watched
Luna dance
before Apollo
and gift him
her halo.

Now it’s
just the umbra,
the wispy white haze
shining in the daytime sky
left behind
when the new moon
glides in front
of the sun.