Scratching his head and becoming speechless is the new way he says it...

The sadness of a child as summer ends- the wonder in the certainty She will return...

A Gothic bedtime story ...look before you...fall

A representation of unnecessary deaths of women from the Inquisition to Salem... still it goes on today...

An interpretation of my great grandmother's Cherokee end of life...

Some memory, some love, should never be exposed to the decay of reality...

I got away...but I'll never be the same. ...

The only way we'll make it is to run away. ...

Love IS blind, and seeing the truth can be brutal...

Loving someone who is bad for you...

Based on the true story of a young woman from a nearby community who was murdered, then thrown into a well. May she now rest in peace.

She still prowls around, beautiful, ravenous...beware.

I may watch you be happy, but at a dangerous distance...

Muses are our link to greatness...our connection to the profound ( in this humble poet's opinion). They may be an old fashioned notion, but I don't care...they are my guardians in the wilderness of words.

My life would be grief without color...I know by its existence that someone, somewhere rained it down on this gray world.

Not a normal birth...not that I'd want it. "I have always been a storm."

The life-death-rebirth of Adonis , his beauty, his power-how can we overlook the personification of such a wonder?

...no, I was meant to love you...against all odds

I travel to you at nightfall...the darkness you stare into is me.

I don't wish to overwhelm you, so I'll only say that I love you like a river...for now.

They set sail as my feet are taken into quicksand...

Does your self-sacrifice know no end?

Her words ran along the beach like wild horses...

It's the result of the wall he built between us...real or imagined...it doesn't really matter.

He will look at the gift she gave him that I could not.

He haunts me...

he was the music...the prayer...now all is silence

I want your spirit--I want your soul

If you see him moving heaven and earth, give him a ride.

what she did and the consequences that followed

the sea awaits with open arms caution: allusion to suicide

Laws of science and laws of the heart--will they always be at war?

All are in awe--no one knows why he is...

I will pay-all alone, I will pay.

Logic? Your logic has left me lost...still.

I found a photgraph from a year ago today. It was obvious by what I wrote that I love you. I love you still.

Enough said...

Remnants of stupidity

A study of winter from impressions of childhood...

What was...what is...what will be...

The pitter patter was the death of her.

dedicated to my dear one, by friend, the Bright One...Isca....my sister in word, heart, and spirit...We are drawn to others for a reason--you may never remember where you've met before...

Is hope our friend?

tripped up just before the finish line

I think your worried for me then, the subtle way that I gave in...but I know, you liked the show..." S. McLachlan

I'll do better this year...you'll see.

I know I'm done for...

It's what a night of you would be...

watch closely--his shadow sometimes provides evidence that i'm not imagining him

It's a word every little girl deserves to cherish--if not on earth, then some day, perhaps when our souls reach their final destination. No matter how, no matter when...we'll know what a Father should be...

When you stop asking, "Why?" and start asking, "What will be?" you might be given a vision to heal your heart.

Some angels don't fall--they fall in love. When you see a concrete angel, whisper, "Thank You."

Sex is never just sex...you've been warned.

ever known that person who loves to dash your hopes against the rocks? you will...

You know God. You've heard of angels. But you've never imagined her.

Just once, you come down to me...

She could never love him like I do, but will he ever realize?

so, I shouldn't worship you anymore

purity cannot be tolerated

I can't tolerate your treatment of her anymore--you've been hard at work, killing my love, but this was the last nail in the coffin--no more...

holding on to paper-thin hope and hollow comfort for a mangled heart...

Really...a "go to hell" would be more merciful than your indifference...

Yes, inspired by a song of similar title by a certain guitar god, but I'm not high. I'm so low, all I can do is look up...

inspired by beautiful words that tumbled out of the mouths of my greatest musical heroes The one who walks away is always the one who fell...you should know that.

I never knew there could be a love like this.

mature--strong language and imagery "they called it your home-going/I laughed at their twist"

You are blind to my love--I love you blindly.

I love you, but you pushed me over every height we've reached.

I know I'm a burden on your heart--I understand if you have to break free.

What do you hide from?

It's not hiding--it's survival.

I see her slipping away...

Each their own special brand of hell

Just let me love you--you've no idea what you're missing...

Never before...never again. I guess you meant what you said.

cyber-knowledge--there's more to it than we know... includes offensive language

I let myself believe--how deadly

In resonse to Pablo Neruda's "Strangers on the Shore"--haven't read it? Google it-- you have to read it!

caught up together...in the twinkling of an eye

based on a tradition of animal symbolism my great-grandfather taught me

another yearning for the moon and the sea

beneath the surface, I'm screaming

never far from panic--spinning out of control

this is a spiritual espression of love, not meant to offend any religious beliefs

The story of Kearic and Caroline--a birthday story/poem for my nephew No specific form intended

Let me be clear about what I want you to do...

some ask why I love him--this won't help you understand...my apologies

A pure heart is told in person what heaven has always known....A poem for my friend.

He's impossible, unlovable--never believe the story until you read the book.

I woke up alive and promised her I'd stay.

My world blew away in his gray-blue eyes.

Without him, she wants the world to collapse...

peace before the storm...

I surrendered to you...

You're so bad for me...it hurts so good.

Aftermath of the unbelievable

truth is more tragic than...anything

You knew you would throw me away--your heart is flawed...if you have one.

I don't have to try too hard, really. Humans are such weak little things....

The endless pursuit of personal peace

hell takes her again

standing at the gates of hell when wings begin to flutter around you

taking you with me would be like taking all your money to the grave--it does no good to anyone, especially the one you're tryin' to save; but it's so hard not to save..." B.Carlile

night, comfort me

unlike people,beauty always comes back

she could be the center of the universe

night and all it's glory

a rare moment when her soul came home

Morbid? Everyone has to deal with it--maybe you recognize yourself in the poetry...

You never know the effect you have on people, simply by walking near them...

She could do it without me. Sometimes I need to see her make the trip.

the moon, the sea, the music, the love

a beautiful night--just her and the music

What would John Lennon imagine for our world today? Just a tribute and a thank you for his dreams of peace and his beautiful music.

an ugly parting, but he never even noticed

Sisterly love and meth. One is stronger than the other--I just dont't know which one yet. Two short poems

It can never happen, but that won't stop the ache.

three observations of the worst of our species--people can be capable of so many things

I look at it hanging like art. It looks back. I am a child of the moon. I want to be the favorite child.

In the woods, alone, his life ended. He was a simple man. I loved him.

In memory of the lost and the terror of the Super Outbreak of Tornadoes on April 4,1974 14 states, 148 tonadoes, 300 dead. This is my way of doing what they asked in return--tell people--always heed the warnings.

you slay me--I let you

brief glimpes of a few sensible moments in the life of a poet--they border on ridiculous--there's such a fine line...

When her love came home from war, they would be married. They had to bring him home, and in death she found out what her love really wanted.

Do what you want to--it's different now. No: it remains the same.

apparently a work in progress He wasn't beautiful--he was art.

She loves to be the bearer of bad news.

looking out over a city, knowing the only constant is the water and sky.

A realization that you can't love addiction away.

If I could take your weakness, I would. If you could take my pain, you would. We are opposites, perfectly flawed, each knowing what the other needs.

Love can rip your heart out.

Sometimes it feels like her soul has escaped her body. What remains is ugly.

sunrise opened a door in my mind

I think I know why they say love hurts.

She was supposed to be content forever, but she didn't see him first.

sometimes she leaves with nothing but the clothes on her back

finally, he realized that music is the voice of your spirit

Based on a nightmare my sister had; now it could almost be on the nightly news.

Love is give and take. But would you do it? Would you become....

Belonging may not involve who; it may be where....

Be careful whose shoulder you cry on.

It takes seven days for tragedy to become reality to me.

adoration from a distance--that's all it will ever be

the city stops briefly when the bells toll

He wasn't just beautiful--she saw him in the dim room--he was art.

never dreamed I could be someone's nightmare

The beginning of my education