Soul on a Canvas
2002

My soul on a canvas stretched
stark naked - crucified
for all eyes to stare
and fingers to touch
and mouths to gape
my soul on a canvas stretched
bare and pure and great
my soul on a canvas stretched
pinned down and free
my soul on a canvas stretched
for all eternity...

Twist My Arm
2002

twist my arm and see
the sweetest colors of melancholy
observe the night in its glee
and try not to run free
look in my eyes and see
the truth behind treachery
hear my voice speak
of days weaved so beautifully
twist my arm and see
the truth behind all that is me!

TO..
2003

to deny the self,
to heed the call,
to follow the narrow trail
to fall down and decay.

to dim down the light,
to forget the way
to become deaf
to ease the pain.

to love?
to face your own
to want, to suffer
to descend from a higher feeling

to fall from a state of mind,
to follow a decaying feeling and,
to forget a deeper meaning

to accept mortality
to become human
to morph into a man
to cease being a god...

Torture
1995

when i like torture
when i like pain
when pain is sweet
when pain is all
life grows and changes
twisting through like snakes
on the horizon distant ships
blood red skies and birds singing
heavy rain pounding
thunder and prayer ascending
restless minds
and torture prevailing!

Fear...
1999

and a very tempting
argument
that which tempted a god
into a man
and an adversary
a beautiful delicate speech
and a lie
a beautiful story made by man
and a weakness made weaker
and fear.... Oh fear...

Something,
1999

a real real something.
and yet no matter what
feelings are expressed
none is real,
and none lives more than a flower.
From grave to cradle,
and cradle to grave,
two worlds and
only whithering
in between...

Like water
2003

pour like water
slender and elegant
sway in deadly embrace
slide through grace

swoon in a daze,
remember and gaze
charge on through
see how we flew

above a melancholy grey
amidst seas of foreplay

The Coward
2002

In search of the coward...
the coward within
the coward unknown
the coward with no color
no trace and no vision
devoid of laughter
devoid of thought
stumbling in a sea of madness
drowning but never sinking
reaching out but in vain
touching nothing but sweet pain

Layered Life
2002

and what lies beneath is but
the reflection of many layers still
put together in an array of
intricate works and dots

small ones and big
black colored and grey
lines and curves and images
that speak and look and hear

unplanned spontaneous and wild
uncontrolled unblemished & fine

Time
2002

days are passing by
slowly and so fast
hours ticking
and weeks like seconds fly

sadness and gloom
misty air heavy like doom
darkness in the open air
darkness everywhere

time, Oh mighty time
take good care,

Mother
1996
to whose mother?
the one, the only, the holy
the one who cries and grieves
in a desperate effort alas!
yet sometimes in error she bleeds
noble and yet such a tyrant
a principle........a misconception..... a fear
of betrayal, of denial, of emptiness
so filled with hope, so desperate
so true and yet so untrue
so happy like a child and so sad
so fortunate and yet the opposite true
a tormented tormentor
yet still i love you, i love you!

Truth
1997

Truth might falter under all painted skies
crimson clouds decend
upon winds of shimmering lies
tempered by the grace of illusion
and the fear of a mind
the absolute which defines
the core of the cosmic silence
and the nocturnal sun
lies way beyond the grasp of the common mind, that which secretes and induces poison lies
in the midst of a solar beam spun
around the tongue of a light...
all must bow.