My Poetry

Dreamland

I have been living in a dream
a dream I created with my own hands
where I like to walk around
within the halls of this darkness

Silence echoes surround me
and I feel the velvet walls
as they embrace me

Feathers fall around me
where the white raven
watches with oracle eyes

In a distant sky
the music plays
while all the stars
fall into the sea ...

The passions fire burn within me
and yet, where, how can they be expressed
words have lost me

How I hate my muse when she is mute
silent in her ambiguous desire
she rages like a storm
she tears through my mind
my soul
a wild tempest

She screams and she claws
and tries to escape

and yet there is only this blank
the desire to create
but nothing in which to shape
...

Ivory Box

Where or where can it be
my heart that was lost in the sea
I hid it away in an ivory box
and tossed away the key

Never thought I'd need it again
and when I look upon the waves
it takes me back to the day
when an ivory heart I tossed away

But there arose
from the mist and the foam
a solider from the sea
and within his hand
he did have an ivory box
which contained ...

Not Another Love Song

I read these words
and they reminded me
of something I once heard
on the radio

I think it was a Sunday morning
it was raining outside
so the words drifted through the fuzz

Somehow sad
another love song
I have heard a hundred times before

Thought I would change the static
but now the words
still play in my mind

I try to escape it ...

The Land of Milk and Honey

I'm under the gun
why deny it?
Bent beneath the thumb
yet we all try to hide it

What is freedom
but ice and honey

We all breathe the noxious gasses
lost in our hallucinations

the only release
is one grave away

What is truth?
a savior? a saint?
God's truth is a dose of prozac
to put us all to sleep
while the devil whispers ...