The solitary man
Singing a song of freedom
He wrote yesterday
...
Their voices echo
Come back oh come back to us
He keeps paddling hard
...
In the long silence of night fall
I urge my heart not to cry
As I push aside the haunting
Yesterdays shared by you and I...
...
Before the roses bloom
The garden weeps in longing
For fragrant flowers with
Jeweled faces spreading
...
For me,
Writing a rhyme
Takes little time,
Not that I don't
...
My cry in the night-
Stalker of my dreams
Come back to me
I hear the echoes
...
There were poems
In the ribbons m mother tied
In my hair when I was a child.
...
My heart's evolutionary dreams
weave within shadows of hobbled
monstrous spiders...
I gnawed love's aortic kiss.
...
Was it something I said
that led you astray,
sent you on your way,
lowered your selfesteem
...
A poem bubbling
Inside of me
...