My whispering poems My treasures My arch images My treasures They honour me Dead, creaking trees They praise me Mute, mossy rocks They worship me Empty shells Why exalt a man murdered by his own muse To prevent him from t.. Read »

I am the Ignoramus But he believes he is concealed when blindfolded And he believes he can read minds Words written in ink on cerebral paper And he believes if he becomes learned he'll die, therefore he ignores all wisdom.. Read »

We've been blind pretending we can see Been as dazed as dazed can be We'd turn up to the light to see what the darkness looks like Let's share this vigil I would sing you a lullaby If I wanted you to fall asleep I w.. Read »

Enslaved by the sea You can't resist Surrounded By darkness At powers devours Your mind Dark forces Avenging the past On a banished raft Body so shrinked Seared This pungent stench So abhoring Fear The ocean .. Read »

ves wander the sea Millenium mirrors reflect Disappearing without a trace When time was restrained to descent The ocean disappeared and vast deserts They were revealed We sank into the desert The Dreamking and I...... Read »

Do not leave. Leave me weak. Do not leave me alone with this loony they say is me. A mooncalf - I am in panic, I am manic. A changeling. Pinioned, crippled. I am, believe. I can't come to terms with the terrestrials. I can'.. Read »

In a transparent myriad of men I stand, transfixed I am lost, searching "Am I the Crestfallen?" I ask There is no light... "Am I the Blinded?" I ask ...nor serenity Redeem me, I yearn I yearn for an answer I am.. Read »

You know you should lay your ghosts, but you've become used to them. You make your bed at eve, stretch ghosts over the mattress, let the insane bed tuck up your dunes, hide your dreams under the pillow. "You have made your .. Read »

Now is the third season The season I don't long Cause it is here And you are gone You were the Incubus Who raped my sleeping mind Awake - pain was the master I crawled in a chasm But now Unsown seeds germina.. Read »

The autumn sun is restrained to wither as the winter assumes with its pale pride The last of life is smothered Only the remembrance of a season's departure is left behind as a ghastly hand sweeps the landscape The ete.. Read »