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.