Thursday, December 31, 2009


Bidding farewell,
Often tough,
a slight embrace,
a gentle touch,
holding hands,
cheeks, red, flushed.

Leaving today,
the time is nigh,
One final kiss,
A heavy sigh,
As I say,
at last, Goodbye…

“Farewell 2009” -- YT

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Dreams - I

I am going to follow my dream,
I will be a leader and a pioneer,
I will be known, I will be seen,
I will be the best, I will be Great…….

I got caught in adolescence,
Caught by studies, by life, but no more,
I will be known, I will be seen,
I will be the best, I will be Great……..

I was lost, in the passion of youth,
Enchanted by women, by career, by life,
But no more, I won’t be stopped,
I will be the best, I will be Great……..

I was stopped, by the haste of time,
I am slowed, by the toll of time,
As I carry on, I think of the past,
I should’ve been great, should’ve been the best.

I should’ve been seen, should’ve been known,
I had to be a pioneer, had to be a leader,
I was going to follow my dreams,
I was left, waiting, waiting….

"Carl Fredricksen, IOU" -- YT

Friday, August 14, 2009


"Omnia Mutantur, Nihil Interit"

Sunday, July 5, 2009


Empty seas,
still breeze.

Loving hate,
changing fate.

misleading clues,
loose noose.

silence said,
living, dead...

Fragments - III

In the cubicle, pressed for time,
she gets up, for a little break,
whining like this work's a crime,
she must return, for her children's sake.

At the restaurant, painfully alone,
he orders wine, to be discrete,
two glasses down, and rings the phone,
stood up again, by an empty seat.

In a cell, shut up tight,
shut for too long, he repents no more,
cursing guards, in full sight,
just two more years and out the door.

In the hospital, waiting out,
she was steady, but not now,
every whisper like a shout,
praying for life, but now, how?

Thursday, June 11, 2009


Floating in time,
moment by moment,
I sleep,
life seeps

Waking at night,
dead all day,
sleepy eyes,
time flies.

Waiting for you,
in final hope,
life fallow,
death follows...

Thursday, May 28, 2009

A Lover’s Death


You are like the morning light,
If I am up too soon,
I wait myself to death,
and if I am late by a moment,
I miss you to death,
Unless the time is right,
All I will have is death.

Friday, May 8, 2009




Solitary music,
In social noise,
Is oft unheard,
that softest voice.

Willing guests for,
An unwilling host,
A social choice,
That's hated most.

On the cliff,
Just looking down,
The abyss…
A perfect noun.

From the edge,
life seems bleak,
But, the final step,
I was weak.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Reflections of Me

Looking into your eyes,
Looking into mine,
I see,

Walking by the river,
myself beside me,
it’s only,

In the airplane window,
Myself looking back,
Looking at,

In my seventh act,
I remember nothing,
nothing but,

Sunday, January 4, 2009


Standing in the wind,
Cold winds blow,
Isolated, Alone,
No one will know.

Prepared for a blizzard,
Disrobing, one by one,
Chiding myself,
For stopping before I’m done.

The storm is silent,
silent but extant,
Not destructive,
but in the hunt.

Running from fear,
Shapeless and dark,
Into the light,
faces, stark.

Realization swells,
blowing away the storm,
creating a new life,
Imbibing a new form.

On the wall of the well,
Looking down so I can see,
The darkness that once was me,
Me, before I was set free.