Arise young maiden!
Steadily you raise your head...
It takes up residence inside of your petulant...
The angry indecision that causes you so much pain...
Each breath, like a melody deep within,
Echoing addictive vibrations, notes...
Yesterday,
...............you called me pretty...
Fantasy Dreams
Come and join me my love...
Numbers Numbers
Running through my mind...
The me in my mirror is so big.
I look and then must turn away...
Not a single ordinary, human hand,
Could every recreate a masterpiece like him...
** The form I'm using is called Essence...
Tears run down; stain her cheeks...
I am electric.
Full of streaming lights and silence...
I scrutinize the pith
of poetry...
To dissect the truth behind a wholesome tongue,
Is to prolong an epiphany --- savory and strong...