The stars are the eyes,
the universe is watching
While you watch it move

" The universe can,
influence impact on life.
Stand there and watch it"

i would find us
in a small flower
faces turned to
make sway with sun
i would be rain
to fall softly
drops, radiant
and into snow
as winter laments
a sad aria of melodic white

but would you be my spring
leaping into summer's warmth
arms spread
waiting for a rosebud's birth

.
walking to the corner store
I saw a girl
she smiled at me
I felt good
she was pretty

a sweet simple gesture
high-lighting a day

you've heard the expression
"high on life"
think I've discovered
the active ingredient
...a sweet simple gesture

don't bogart the buzz
pass it around
share

Cold water
white basin
turqouise dreams
periphery schemes

a light flickers
like a storm
hot on approach

I feel my heart
beat against
the threshold
I memorize the
history

if you were here
you could stop
me

I feel freedom
clean
blue skies
and soaked boots

how I dream of your
hand in mine
let go and let
all that tumble

hold on
and walk as dusk
formats a creative
development

Stitch

Played and flayed
Unmade and betrayed
Skinned alive
All my innards cut and displayed
By your virulent blade

S & T,
I, T, C, H
All I feel for you is hate
S & T,
I, T, C, H
You are my perfect mistake

Where did your hate come from?
What did I do to cause your rage?
You took me by surprise
Led me on with those innocent eyes

Lay down your head my love,
lay it down on my chest,
listen to my heartbeat,
may it cause you to rest.
Rest with your eyes closed,
slow down your breath,
drifting away,
into a warm solomn death.

Dream of a sunset;
bathe in the sea,
dream of the serpent,
entwined in a tree.
Listen to waves,
they crash against sand,
watching a raven fly,
may it perch on your hand.

The Cross

It does no-one harm to get down on their knees
To reflect on this week's life, with humility.

Yet I would not do so before an image of a gallows
Nor would an iron maiden better suit my meditations
and combining an instrument of death,
with an instrument of torture,
in the form of a cross,
Is a ghastly symbol
to worship before.
Give me a view,
any natural view
will do.

I've missed the smell of honeysuckle
and sweet magnolia blooms
seeping through night's open windows
and permeating darkened rooms

For spring is here and winter's gone
the world is colored now by life
dabbed with water color pastel brushes
it seems the shades have all run rife

Then there are the varied greens
from olive drab to emerald bright
adding a subtle pollen smell
through out the day into the night

The Birth of Eddy Styx

Now: When night falls, the surrounding hills embrace the remains of the setting sun, opening into scattered canyons in the sky.

Somewhere between twilight and dusk is where I find a painted odyssey and the restoration of the ruined dreams lost in childhood's transition to maturity.

Then: But a woman child of thirteen, you raped and took my innocence - a trusted family member, you.

I remember the car in which you would drive me home after babysitting your innocent young children.