Poem: So Real


Walking imagined 

in paradise lands

of well dreamed corridors 

where truths are revealed 

and grandiose bed fellows 

are ready to woo

with long wished word songs 

given as tender 

Where do they lead

these grasped at beauties

created and carved 

from the stone cold wanting 

The touch of their colors 

and scent through the soul

is so real

so real 

Living in drifts 

floating beyond 

It is Paradise 

Paradise 

and it is so real

Poem: The Bandit 


Bandit

you stole from me

when I wasn’t looking 

too busy not wanting 

wrapped up in it can’t happen

But there you were

digging away 

at my center 

until I surrendered 

And now maybe 

you have found me

buried under the debris 

scratching away long enough 

for me to be revealed 

So stay

don’t wander away 

or think of stealing bits

of me

and hiding them 

somewhere else