Fairy tale or Fiction? he said, rasing the sheet to our eyes.
We all gasped in fear of what we might see. Before us stood a piece of work
so profound, we couldn't help but hold ourselves back. It was more of an
illusion we thought, a trick of the circling, looping, and watering eyes. Almost
as if a fiercely bold fire struck up awakening our senses, yet leaving us blind.
I could not understand it. That odd feeling of not knowing the
answer to a simple question.
i stood up and reached at it, touching the glowing image inside.
The only thing was, i was touching myself.

i am a fortune cookie
twisted inside,
cripsy as bacon
but sweet beside

all i know
is what i tell,
on that piece of paper
written in hell

for today
this is what i see,
clear blue skies
inside a deep blue sea

you eat the cumbs
and throw the words away
but no one knows,
it could have saved your day

a part of me
-this is a song-

a part of me,
flutters in the wind
like butterflies, within my mind.
a part of me,
dances to a tune
which moves me gently to my side,
a part of me,
is not within my soul
its moving all around
in time..
the music starts to play
and lifts me away
to a far off land....
a land, where we are
free.

open your eyes,
see what your missing.
open your eyes,
and see me, through my own.
in this land, nothing seems to change,
not even your own age, if you try
if you only try
to see yourself, and everyone around
as they are
as they really are....

a part of me,
flutters in the wind
like butterflies, within my mind.
a part of me,
dances to a tune
which moves me gently to my side,
a part of me.

another forbidden tapestry hangs upon the wall
yet we keep working behind it,
as more women herd in to sew its fragile pieces together
like a famous book with no title
we are baffled but amazed.
these things things are just another reminder
a simple question of will verses brains.
i vote for nothing,
because i already know the worth of a check mark.
5 cents.
they gather once again at the side of the road
one reading a book
and another singing a song.
her eyes stare deeply into yours
and now you have fallen
into the spell.
a voice of redemption calls back
save yourself
but you keep penetrating
for as much as your heart wants to be free
you can not give it away for a price.
a human soul is worth more than
a piece of string.

fate has brought us here
to the moment
of emptiness.
why must we all long for the day
that has already arrived.
like the pain wasn't worth
the experience.
i too want something more.
some lasting flavor
not left on my tongue
on a Saturday night.


i hate cherries.
like made up condom flavors
we choose only what we see.
never catching the sight
set before us.


i want to dine in your arms,
in compassionate displacement,
in solitude.
like a grasshopper swaying in the night
to move with the tender greens
and night lilies.


its like a pond
frog less of chirping
with silent splatters upon my face.
my pale arms collapse
and i wonder,
how long will it take
before the sun rise...

hold me
my hand is falling off.
blistered beyond belief
i come closer.
trying to feel you.

open your eyes
so you can see it.
scissors kicks abound
my every move.

motionless i bind you,
ripping away the tape marks,
unravelling a masterpiece

i used to be a string of hope
a balancing wire
of imagination.
wrapping my finger around you
i knew no end.
yet now,
it is all broken.
falling apart as fast as my hands
can rip.
dying,
like pine needles in the ground.

gather me.
hold me.
glue me back together again.
so now,
i can love you

faded love

with-held dreams
from out stretched arms
tango in the air

what once was beautiful
and full of love
is now dying towards the sky

like the snow in June
and
the December sun
colors flood the sky

the fireworks
of an endless love
are faded in my eye

im just waiting for my eyes to freeze.
burn closed
like an unknown dream
shadowed wind calls me
singing,
dancing,
dragging me down.

maybe if you kill me
i wont feel the pain.
a dusting eyeshadow
like paint chips
stuck under my skin.

freak,
thats what you call me.
deadly apprehension
just one of those many setences
you just cant seem to finish.

you hold me here
inside your eyes
with the devil whispering,
"what is left of your soul?"

snow angels are calling me.
freedom pending
just as my lashes touch,
collasping fright.

oh,
nothing but simple despair.
i am numb to fear.

why do i try anymore?

storm clouds crashed with frivolous envy
the thunder bolts, broke like glass
my eyes, wide as marbles
glance onward

the house shakes,
eminence of a earth quake
thrashing my head

I felt as if my brain was inside a giant blender
waves of fear and hopelessness swishing together

I found myself, stuffed inside the closet
shaking, the bumps crawled against my back

it was eating me alive

my heart, skipping beats
lagged rhythm, as if the record has stopped

the picture was fading
as my eyes watered

now, if only I could wake up