here's the one way road that you drove into the ground
the sacred stream that you managed to dam
what you said was lost
was never quite found
...
they say everyone
has a gaurdian
angel
and I think that I may
...
before the days of yours
and mine
before the sun had ever shined
two winds blew strong
...
you're supposed to learn to suffer
before you grasp the concept, trust
pressed between two pairs of lips
like sparks waiting to combust
...
I watch a Robin take wing to sky
As snowflakes stick to my eyelashes
And I blink them out, as tears
To a passerby I'm sobbing
...
I tried to write something
that was almost worth reading
but this pen feels numb in my hands
and I stayed up all night
...
the cold shakes my bones
I want Her hands back in mine
you probably expect me to say they were warm
but they were not
...
a string of words may tie
what times divides
and fill the gaps
with better lives
...
her cold fingers
may shuffle a single grain of sand
for a thousand years
yet I must stop my heart beat
...
the ancients could find
comfort in meaning
in paradox and irony
but they didn't know a thing
...