It took me years to make peace
with always being the elephant...
Yes,
I look tough...
Christmas is the only time of year
he comes and visits me...
"Children run and
hide away...
Forever talking down people's art
Unyielding to anyone else's opinions...
Unable to sleep
On a heated summers night...
Familiar fires smoulder throughout
my mind...
Poetry is like love and life, and time, and death
and what not...
Protector of the moon
I am mooneshield...
Close your eyes,
loose your mind...
Oh pain that in me reside,
Won't you leave my loving heart...
Once more a pen has been called to the sheets,
to form the words I wish to speak but are caught...