Duality (4/97)

Willpower cannot change Fate,
Fate cannot change Willpower.
Therefore, we can only hope...
For the best, and smile.

                                
Loneliness (8/97)

				The farthest reaches of the soul
				Glitter, as the heart waits,
				And waits, for a companion,
				And aches, for kin.

	        
Forward (8/97)

		The beat of the mind,
		Drives on the grasp of the
		Desires that tie us all
		Like a rope, and strangled,
		Are we, as our motivations
		Move forth from selfish reasons.
		Karma retreats.

Cracked Mirror (8/97)

The past is a crystal clear
Mirror of our furthest faults,
Yet, turning back, is flawed,
As only the future can be altered.

                                        
Emoticon (10/98)

					Of one, I like
					The questions go asking
					Of whether the liking
					Goes on, secluded.

					Of one, I like
					I wonder if knowledge
					Is known but kept secret
					As friendship continues.

					Of one, I like
					If ever the timing
					Comes proper and forward
					Shall I become daring

					And announce it to the world?

        
Intensity (11/98)

	It belongs not to me,
	And yet I yearn
	For her heart,
	In my forbidden longing
	My soul sings.

                
Passion becomes (11/98)

		The strings of passion,
		Attached, are they to the
		Bitterness clashing in
		Heart, mind and soul.

		Desires differ contradict and conflict,
		As wish becomes dream-
		And dream becomes
		Memories of longing and wishing and wonder.

		Am I but a fool to believe that my power
		Is such that my mind and my heart can concur?
		Am I such a fool to believe that my life
		Controlled for the better is within my grasp?

		But yonder in blue, the horizon goes beckoning
		At me, to decide my own course of action.
		But I fall,
		And I hesitate,
		And I wait,
		For a sign from the heavens above to verify
		And signify change that is to come.

		As this poem changes, evolves, so shall my life.
		But am I truly the poet?
		Or is some higher fate writing the iambs,
		Filling the rhymes?

Rebirth (2/99)

The renaissance becomes me
As I reconsider my existance
And determine once and for all
To restart.

Correctly I pound away
At my fatal flaws
But like rabbits they spring
And I chase and jump

And they get away.

Am I but deceiving myself?
Am I but believing the veil of falsities
That have bound me to fail the very
Truth I search for?

Am I dreaming?
Or do I dare to wake?

						
Mistake (4/99) 

						A fuzzy mind
						Giddy with laughing
						A little blurred
						Around the edges
						Green, red, blue, orange,
						Mind gone, slipped away
						Ran away,
						Drowned in drink
						Perhaps this wasn't such a
						Good idea.

		
Relegation (2/99)

		The roller coaster sinks to new lows,
		Rain causing thunderclouds loom in the horizon,
		The weave of dark colors mesmerizes and bewilders,
		As the blue cloth shimmers with lighting bolts,
		And the pull of the inertia, wind in my face,
		Mocks me.

		Ego a waffle,
		Smashed flat by a fork,
		Soaking in syrup.
		Cold, disgusting,
		Laying on a table,
		Pathetic, green splotches
		Pepper the remains.

		Thoughts, uncontrolled
		Swirling down a toilet bowl
		The pieces of disgust and rancidness
		Washing away, new water replacing.

		I need to flush more often.

		The waffle needs to be thrown out and replaced.

		I should stop riding the rollar coaster,

		But then what shall I ever do?

	
Menial (2/99)

	Wallowing in the tarpits of mediocrity
	I reside, contemplating the variety of actions
	Available to the cesspool of noncommitted
	Motivation.

					
Bleh (3/99)
					Uniqueness attempt
					Wild fury of
					Fashionable eccentricity
					Unleashed
					Fails.

					Sameness morass
					Sticky quicksand
					Sucks me in
					And I suffer
					Breath stolen
					Inhaler out of reach
					I suffocate.

Is it? (3/99)
(a dedicated poem)

Glimmer of innocence as
A joyous energy pervades
In facing adversary,
She laughs.

A glimmer of hope brightens
The darkness of day as
The twinkle of her smile
Melts a tender heart.

Whirling around and round
The giddiness of gumption-
Shall I be so bold
To admit
To her?

Again the perennial question asked
Is asked-
Asked after a series of attempted soaring
Asking if I will learn to fly?