The DelugeCaught up in the tedious monotony,
Sprinting dangerously slowly away from the widening chasm of reality.
The tidal wave of truth is crashing down around my shoulders,
And yet, not a single drop dampens my skin,
The deluge rages around my body,
Churning in dizzying concentric circles,
I long to meld with it, to join the raging storm.
But I am an outcast,
I lurk at the fringes, hovering like a loitering spectre.
Those who are outside looking in are not free,
Only those who face outward, will truly be.
The Schizophrenic LoverYour eyes, gossamer pools of moonlight
Your hair, a wave of flaxen gold.
Your lips, vessels of honeyed syllables,
Which caress my fragile soul.
Your eyes, smoldering wells of azure,
Your limbs, delicate white porcelain,
Your hair, dark raven, straight and sure,
Your soul, tender, sweet and pure.
Your eyes, windows to the vaulting heights of heaven,
Your lips, ripe fruits of desire,
Your hair, a cascade of shimmering chestnut,
Your voice, more sweet and sorrowful than the sounding lyre.