(2013)
My love for you is true, though we have never met. I will not lie to you. I will not steal from you. I will not con or cheat you.
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
Who am i to bare my soul with thee… and challenge all that you believe… I share from deep within my being as if my father speaks through me. I see these words of love and merc…
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
I dreamed of being lost and trappe… in a land of angry fearful liars. There was nowhere to run or hide. I cowered cornered and exhausted, my back against the furthest wall;
I was surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
I humbly bow before your tender me… for no other reason than I’m sorry… As I listen to my old pal, Leonar… crooning out his holy tunes, there’s a message sounding clear
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here
If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
