Calmer I am to oceans depth!!
Miraculous I am to aurora in the poles!!
Lighter I am to dew on a

Fangs of addiction, marked by pangs and affliction

When reality seems so strange, it takes fans

I'M my shadows lead man...
unknown to many other dark human shaped shadows...
i go unnoticed to

Futile winds blow
through a broken heart
the vessel flawed
it's flow fragmented
cracks wide

Speak.
What are you waiting for,
I'm going to love you
No matter what you say.

Seek.
What are

I too have met a lot of poets in my lifetime
Some divine others sublime and then there are

True beauty has winged feet
but look beneath the surface
for inner beauty lies deep

Where the

The dreaming self drifts in deep currents
Its indefinite shape slides through glimpses
Surfacing

Your soul has frozen my friend
I can tell your eyes are as cold as ice
They have rusted like steel

My love is not earned,
nor deserved,
nor acquired.
My love is stolen
and abused
and not

Sweetheart/
my lover/
the long wait is more than I can bare/
your heart it is so close to

Haikus are nature
Where as Senryu has soul
Zappai is chaos

IF I were
a broken soul
who could mend me
-- the cobbler
down the road?
With his crafty

A muse'd.

Released from a life of freedom
she trips into ties of sheer delight.
Her muse

Underneath the fold
Lies a creative soul
With short locks of raven hair
And silver moonbeams

Echoes of the Muses

An exploration of the self
with horns to penetrate
and delve deep into

SANCTUARY

Stop a while here;
Silence and cold stone,
Air damp with moisture,
Ground worn

All is still.
And in the quiet, I feel the air move, in fluid lines,
In and out, and in.
And

poetry fails
scratches of the pen
inadequate
yet words trickle
from hearts
sometimes

Living in a world that I created,
As a prisoner of my own mind
And I never want to escape it.
I’m

Today a royal visitor
made it's way into
my home;
upon its entrance
I knew its Soul.
And now

ECHO

suspended silent
between this world and the next
my soul knows
the breeze of

EREMITE

alone i hear the voice of god
soul takes form and the form
is the form of the word

Shooting star
With a quicksilver mind,
You deserve to go so far,
Can't someone stop you
Before

It's happening again,
Such unbearable pain,
And if my soul is crying
As my heart is breaking,

Soon after I'd paid
My sixty
Or seventy pence,
I found myself
In what I thought
Was a miniature

Sacred moonlight 
Peer through the glass indifferent 
Sky and trees you pass, so kiss

One summer’s eve in Spain,
I fled through an open window,
Butterflies aflight
In the very pit of