You should have killed me when you had the chance
if you hate who I want to become so

"This is ma underclass slang al never stop speaking it
till the day a die al never stop leaking

The tree turned upside down as she awoke within her dream/
Flora all arranged like candy cane’s and

Never Mind!!
They say Never say Never,
I say Never mind,
The say you losing it all,
I say It was

A pattern seeking hominid

my mind does seek some greater plan,

some great and noble path

You golden love, you organize yourself –
The best in life, you organize yourself.

The wealth of

Als ik vol liefde
sterren pluk alleen voor jou -
heb jij mij dan lief?

Autumn 2004.

Amidst the cycles I stand
The days slide by
full moon slivers to new

They sit ignoring each other.

The mistress of his patron faces you
When you finally fight your

Once convinced, Mr Angry of Moulin
Agreed there was really no harm in
Parking there in The

Her heart becomes ever more tortured
as the time of his parting draws near
as weeds around a

almost orgasmic -
opening last summer's
bottled ratatouille.

An old man rides a bicycle in the sun
in California.

He casts a shadow definite as death
in

She's never known what she wants- never has and still rarely wrestles down
her wishing crown
To

Today was one of those days when I looked back
And realised I must have tried my very best to

I know you...with,
that look, in your eyes
that moment our eyes met,
It was fate, kismet,
and

I’ve been to see her, y’know, not that I’d name drop,
But since you ask, I mean Queenie,
Palais de

The black painted sky
makes trees fade into shadows.
Dark upon darkness.

28 November

I’m off to write a poem to you tonight,
to coax a smile and have a little fun;
I hope to find the

Life lives in darkened states
On the edge of all existence.
The future and past living
Co-equal,

this static treatment of hyper light
–>t h r us t : all mediums —
theater, cinema,

Dull skulls struck by window dolls
Plastic puppets feed the greed
Clones of fashion

I look for you, but I cannot find,
I feel like the straggler that gets left behind.
I long to know

Love June in between Spring and Summer
Lost a bit in fragrance, colours, in birdsongs
Days are

Bad blood.

Yes, that's the substance

That appears to be touring amongst us

Stains of a

You write high-quality lyrics and your songs have the entire elements of what fine music will have

I
let me know when you find
the right moment to
speak
your mouth is brown & black &

She holds the key
to his fountain
and knows what power
lies therein
and how
she must be

Expensive houses are washed away beneath your feet to the rising sea levels.
Forced to wear

I played them ivory and black
with reverent little fingers,
searching for music from my soul,
the

HYMNAL

Still
Room
Alone and empty
Lovers lying together

She
Whispers to him quietly
In

Trapped alone in a darkened mind,
A deep shadow invades her face,
An innocent tortured by

Gotta give me somethin’
10∙27∙08

Gotta give me somethin’
gotta rein in the pain
before it

She whips up waves, wrests them to fury
surfs on Atlantic crests, her voice

a siren's scream ,

When I am old,
I shall paint with a spatula,
and a barbeque brush,
and I will use my curtains

Blue, is the misty sky above all living things
Blue, is the whistling waterfall dropping into a

Morning is but a small stretch away
The dawn will come to initiate the day
A single dewdrop forms

All I keep thinking is that I cannot stop this rhyming in my head
This work that word 1…2…3
Like a

On a clear November night
In Paris, France
People go to the theatre or a football sight
Some get

translated from the Greek

I hate political poems. Not for me,
the human wad that clogs the

I wash the dishes
while you play.
Your notes splash,
warm and soapy.

You saw away:
Now - as I

The man I lie with
He is any man I chose
Based solely on my mood
Or some deep compulsion
His

In the age of America people all too fondly wage wars on the page
They sit at desks and write of

O how
Ruefully I pine
For a long lost Espanya,
What I wouldn't give,
To be young again...
And

i am asleep on the beach
leave me here

i am asleep on the beach and
i can hear
the fire

Am a hit my heart like Mozart let that thing start poems 4the heart the type that wont break apart

The old man offers me
Round hard sweets
From a paper bag:
It crickles, they rattle
Against one

Ah yes, upon the lake where we once stood, your heart in mine,
Together in the shimmer of