As I Lie Awake at Night

As I lie awake at night

Staring at the stars so bright

My vision begins to blur

And my mind wanders to her

Hair bright as a star in the sky

And two endless pools for eyes

Lips as soft as the petals of a desert rose

At which a touch could cure all woes

As I lie awake at night

Staring at the stars so bright

My vision begins to blur

And my mind wanders to her

With skin so fair

I'm compelled to caress with care

From her lip to abdomen my lips will roam

Till her eyes direct me back home

Our bodies entangle in poetic death

Passion builds with every breath

And as our commitment heightens

Our embrace tightens
Juxtapose as yin and yang
Wanting to finish with a bang
Just as we hit our crescendo
I'm startled by a BANG at my window

Now as I lie awake at night

Staring at the stars so bright

My vision begins to blur

As I wish to be with her

I am a Child Not a Man

I am a child

Not a man

I am a child

Coddled within delusions

Liberty, Freedom, Individuality

Living outside reality

Starvation, Opression, Segragation

Unable to fathom strife

And no book can educate that

I am a child

Not a man

I stumble and fall

Stumble and fall

Over and over

Unyielding; never looking back

Never looking down

to see that pebble

I am lost in innosense

Romanticism, euphoria, Passion for life

Wandering aimlessly for stability

Searching for truth

Hi and Low

In circles of emptiness

I am a child

Not a man

Falling through Love

Like a bullet shattering a pane glass window

Echoing over the priest's sermon

Racing through Life

Fleating moments never known

Sinking into my afterthoughts

With blinders I dance

In a clausterphobic pandemonium

Alone

I am a child

Not a man

Born in a haze

of clarvoyance

I see tomorrow

Though lose it by morning

Ever smiling through life

Refusing to show emotion

Scared of life with them

I am a child

Not a man

Saying Hello with no thought

Holding on to Good-byes

But there are far to many of both yet to come

I am a child

Not a man

New responsibilities arise

From the ashes of old freedoms

Now I am niether

A child Nor a man.........

Birmingham Belle

Deep within the "Heart of Dixie"

Vulcan stares down upon a small college

Where top MD's are made

And within a small private room

Overlooking the old stomping grounds

Of this here Party Kid

A young woman whimpers as she becomes

A little girl reduced to helplessness

And loneliness that no one else can adhere

Deep within the "Heart of Dixie"

A New York specialist is confused

Upon his findings two elements don't add up

Exhausted he recedes into deep thought

"Why and how is this young woman here?"

"These two results don't add up."

And his contemplation is overrun by slumber

A mature woman intrudes

The days have been hard on her

She can't sleep or eat

All she can do is watch as her baby writhes in pain

Feeling helpless she asks

"Is there an answer?"

"Can she now be treated?"

"I don't know"

"Tis enigma has baffled me."

replies the doctor

And as those words escape his lips

Her heart stops and drops

Three stories to the ground floor

Deep in the "Heart of Dixie"

The mature woman sobs quietly in the bathroom

And as she splashes water on her face 

Wiping the "water-proof mascara" running down the rivers of tears

Her thoughts wonder to her other two

The "little one" only seven 

And now has to understand what not even her Grandparents 

Watching her cannot

An hour away unable to be comforted by her embrace

And her "Boy in Blue" the drifter

Ten hours away being kept in the dark

Only able to call every three days

The drifter's thoughts are of his loved one

Lying in a bed awaiting the next procedure

Deep in the "Heart of Dixie"

The drifter wishes to be there

Hoping not to be too late

Praying for the best

Not knowing the whole story

This time his mind's not on home

This time his heart is with her

Deep in the "Heart of Dixie"

Paradoxal Uniformity

Hello, did you say step into the light of the night of day?

Insomnia and suicidal wet dreams run rampid among the lost souls

Oblivious to where and when, consumed, they know not their fate

Shadows dance in the light of darkness.

Eyes eclipsed in pure black light

Yet their heart is a prism refracting oblivion.

Drawing them together as a cornucopia of separatist

Endearing simple enigmas and euphoric strife

With chaos dress right dress and Gods of atheism

They die one life and are reborn

To love one and all with extreme prejudice

Twilight's breath

Twilight's sweet embrace

Has once again fallen

And autumn's kiss

Brushes my cheek in a bittersweet

Farewell

As winter's soul invades my body

Shadows stretching, expanding, and suffocating

My spirit

Convulsions stabbing

My consciousness

To remind me of my life

Time is an endless fuse

Toward my peace

And My peace

Is a vortex of complete darkness

Cold and Callous

The harsh wind beats across the Drifter's face. What demons has this man to create such a solomn face?  What stories do his marble blue eyes tell?  Too many demons; twice as many stories.  Not even alcohol can chase these away.  So how does he cope?  The pain consumes him in a tapestry of art branded into his body.  Each tells a tale of his own personal closet.  Faces have been changed to protect the children from hideous nightmares.  The ink has replaced his blood now and no longer does his heart beat. 

Cold and Callous

His skin wrinkles as he lights his cigar. A muffled sigh escapes his lips as he exhales.  The rollong cloud of forgotten childhood misadventures of years past engulf his body.

Cold and Callous

He closes his eyes and sees awoman in a hospital bed. And tears run down his cheek as she flinches in pain.  The eerie yellow glow of her eyes and skin causes him to awaken.  Sleep is not an option tonite.  For haunting memories of a sick loved one he has yet to see flood his mind, and another woman causes him to snap.

Cold and Callous

His thoughts of her tears. The memory of her unsettling voice causes him to convulse.  Not even soothing words or music can ease his pain.

Cold and Callous

The Drifter moves on. A shell of a man unable to relate to reality. For his reality, or lack there of, has been unraveled. A twisted juxtapose of the first.

Cold and Callous

The Drifter puts out his cigar and sighs in releif at the cicular mark embedded into his arm.

Cold and Callous

Only self mutilation can close this man's closet. Only pain can ease this man's demons. 

Hello

Hello...How's it going

You don't know Me

But I find you beautiful

I've been admiring You from the shadows

I have been unable to come forward

For he has stopped me

He has trapped me

But no more

I have eluded Him

For now

He will cage me again and again

Like Cat and Mouse we play

I am free....

He dominates

So my time is short

And have much to say

But hello will do for now

Hello