09-1994

Forget how I loved you
Forget how I cared.

The past is a memory
An ever fading picture
-The present affords.


1994

The years cast shadows
On your face

A number attempts
To reveal your wisdom

I see the truth
Your mouth distorts


01-1994

No time to feel
No time for tears
Suffocated in schedules
Who am I?
Why am I here?


08-1995

This rock begets life
In the Lily’s
That spew
From the cracks
In the rock
Beneath which
My brother lay.


11-1995

I chant crack
Behind my smile
Dark my soul
As the clouds
Outside my
Stain glass window

I cry in my room
At night
Quietly as a whisper

From a child
Hiding from whom
May hear

So I may not have to explain
Why
To those I now
Live among


12-1995

Your echo is as real
As the day you smiled
And waved goodbye

The same as the day
You died


Spring 1995

You cannot see
These walls
That keeps me
From calling your name
As you pass by.


02-1996

Is the mad vein
That generations
Have cast upon me
Visible?

Or,
Do only I succumb
To the urges
On occasion

What sanity
Can I relinquish
For only a moments peace
Inside my soul.


11-1998

I hold you close
to me
Intent on driving
your scent into
my memory

Yet find sorrow
has overtaken me

I let go
growing numb
from the loss
I have yet
to share
with you


12-1998

They do not know
the cross I bear
They cannot see
beyond the flesh
inside my soul
wretched at times

So I must write
that my soul may breath
without which
is suffocating

Like birth pains
I groan and sob
why must my soul
be seasoned
for a meal I cannot
attend