My thoughts are overripe apples,
falling down from a tree of...
Like all the men
I've ever adored...
The tide rises and it falls,
Tame, yet escaping through wrinkled floors...
A mystic path winds through my mind
Of misty gold, its trees sublime...
Confront distortion,
Calming tide riped to disillusion...
A mug lies before you
filled with coffee...
The identity of expression
is the prowess of artistic creation...
Pain has been no stranger
At times my only friend...
For you, at this moment.
I was...
Tossed upon waves
of wind, your hair shivered...
I can whisper to you all my
inequities and...
Summer arrives blazing the blue sky
on his path no cloud dares to stand...