Like the little stream
Making its way
Through the mossy crevices
I, too, quietly
Turn clear and transparent.

Early summer rain--
houses facing the river,
    two of them

I have no where else to hide
Darkness fills my mind

Trying to crawl from this hate
Feeling only my own thoughts of hate

1000 Miles from nowhere

When will my time come
To rid this fear of hate

Looking for the answers as I wake
Walking in the moment of my own solitude

My mind sails through the changes
Of living a life which is only a dream

So I call to the only one I know
Who has never left during my time of life

What have I been afraid of
Why could'n I have built my life around you

ants lean left more than right
it's true, it must be

i read it in Fox News

especially the red ones
that wear berets
like Che

the impertinent invertebrate
arsonist fire ants

who tend to get stepped on
by the man
who exterminates

according to anthropologists.

:)

light travels in straight lines

but truth often gets inverted

when worded through the pin-

holed window of closed minds

and blinds us with distracting

theories refracting on white walls

in a world of royals and riyals

and unnamed dark chambers.

I lie in bed as they rattle
in my closet where they hide
under the bed where they live
inside my head where they thrive

they whisper, they talk
they mutter, they scream
they hunt me when I'm awake
they haunt me in my dreams

the skeletons threaten
to let themselves out
they say they'll tell people
what my fears are about

the monsters under the bed
now live inside my head
each one has a name
and they all drive me insane

then there's the voices
who sound bigger than me
they scare me the most
though they're the ones I can't see

they tell me I'm worthless
no matter what I do
I know that they're lying
but it just sounds so true

you have no friends they tell me
and I tell myself it's a lie
but I wonder now and then
when I perish, who will cry?

they say I'm better off alone
with this one I agree
because no matter what happens
I won't ever betray me.