- a dream to savor
- a prayer
- a soft kiss to bless the skin
- A Thank You
- alive and broken
- along the paved roads
- An error occurring in my mind
- as the hills fade away
- below and beyond
- best enemy
- blossum
- care for
- clouds
- delayed happiness
- Desire
- escaping the sky
- falling smiles
- flight
- heart art
- heartbeat
- I dance a line that curves and thins
- i dont want to say a thing
- I have made terrible mistakes
- I sit and I listen
- I will sing to your strength
- in his words
- into the garden
- ive seen them walk away
- keep it simple
- letter #1
- light wavering
- lullaby
- Make me an instrument of thy love
- Make me into a world of love
- more than him
- music makes me cry
- my little butterfly
- new world explosion
- Oh my baby girl
- passing
- perfect harmony
- plausible task
- Poem for Dad’s 63rd
- sage
- Saw a song
- Seed
- semi fast
- Shade From A Gold Tree
- shade from the gold tree
- she has gone to sleep
- steal a kiss
- Straight Lines And Curves
- straight lines are curved
- stupid and stubborn
- such a fake
- that i am not that i was
- the attack is swift
- the hemp song
- the lost song
- The space between is large enough for love but small enough
- the sun is my lover
- the train tracks
- this is what you are writing for
- to a different world
- To Hunger
- trust me with my own disgrace
- Untitled - December 17, 2006
- Untitled - November 16, 2006
- Untitled - October 27, 2006
- Untitled - September 26, 2006
- Untitled - September 5, 2005
- walkway
- what ive never had
- what would a boy do
- when i saw you last
- when im dead
- When in a relationship of close proximity
- You laugh and live within my eye
- You Void
- you void
best enemy
when the good news comes
i usually gloom and creep.
when the good news comes
i always hide and seek.
when the good news comes
i sometimes moan and weep.
when the bad news comes
i often find my feet.
something to look for
desire and yurn
not how the world,
but how our minds turn.
trapped,
by perennial repression,
tired,
of playing detective, invariably.
and i know im just bitter
and i know im just dancing sane
but who isnt their own best enemy.
reading thick into every line
attempting to confiscate
each and every morsal
of, joy which gives me sight of light.
cant i just fold over and collapse?
this chest of avidity is,
it’s weighing me down.