I shall meet you at the Gates of… And leave through the Gates of He… When the sun climbs to strike the… When the moon sits, to be forgiven… When the icy world melts,

I set up camp in the desert, My bag filled with what would fit, I gathered wild wood and stone: Heard the animals just beyond the… Hiss, talk, and laugh at whatever…

And so how did I end up here? Alone warped and smoking alone, The light reflects off the empty w… Plaster white with cracks and hole… Electricity palpitating from the d…

Majestical journey, About to be begun, And I in my cap, Facing the yellow sun, Smile upon my tired face,

A songbird blasted my senses, In the early morning light, Like some ancient cannon fired, In some long ago war fight, And at attention stood my eyes,

Its a beautiful day! O! what can I say, I just can’t sit here and stay, I’ve got to get up, And go out and play!

Oh I met a girl, Her eyes they shone like fire, I will not speak her name, But her mind I did admire, She left for some distant land,

Keira, Come softly, Wipe the tears, From your eyes, Keira,

A rose born on a thorn is a rose n… A broken heart is birthing a painf… Ugly is to beauty what is only can… Single eyes in a mind Perceptions… In creating Creation is created i…

Boiling metallic bosom of the fair… the silver drip of the sun and pla… the fields of coppery crows one th… where the phosphorescent fish obta… Wolves congeal and cry yellow upon…

Fantastical colors dance through m… Perhaps they will until the end of… Poetry is for the watchers with no… To express what they cannot see, h… Poetry is for the tree that wither…

If I could speak to Lord Byron We would discuss the loneliest tru… I am alone When I dream of love so sweet For the women I greet and meet