

SELP Loves and Rings of MetalWhy does loss of love drive me? Why do I let myself suffer? Is it the essence of hopelessness? I hear voices telling me of openness yet oppression. I see beautiful eyes, seemingly on the other side of the fence. Separated by rings of precious metal and commitments whispered in my absence. I have lived and loved. I have worked, transpired and perspired; yet all for nought. What was accomplished? Bleah! Kissing ... Kissing my dreams goodbye. Like atoms among decay, my dreams lose their luster dulling to the levels of the mundane. It's hard to ifght for long. It's hard to fight anymore. I am tired now.SELP Loves and Rings of Metal
(May 8, 1999)


SELP Doors and Keys - 1999I often find myself at a loss for the words to say or things to do. At these times I often sink back into my little melodrama. Waiting for life to change itself. Life does like to create itself as more of the same. It is in this weighted circle that life loses direction, growth and emotion. Escaping this circle through consistent and purposeful interaction is my necessity.SELP Doors and Keys - 1999
I don't have the door.
I only possess the key.
(May 8, 1999)


Light is your tone, 1993Light is your tone: light of humor; light of wit. Dark is your temper, strong and scolding. You unleash your homocidal tendencies levelling mountain and forest. Hellfire and damnation are your servants. Now you wish to master the chords of romance with music commiting your prey. Fury without bound, and then silence... Now words to be muttered in my direction. Am I the Moses to your Pharoistic tendencies; the Abel to your Cain, forever dead to you and society? Cast me a word, a glance, or even a shadow, so that I, lowly as I have become, may share a glance of your beauty. Shame I have wrought. A grave I have dug, ready to plunge mysLight is your tone, 1993
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All my best friends are imaginary.
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