Don't judge harshly
that which the soul
pours forth in its own discovery!
The wind blows the words of wisdom
Somewhere down the road less taken.
And the few who walk it alone,
Walk the road unknown.
WALK IN MY SOUL
You shadow my heartbeat
It doesn’t matter from how far,
You walk in my soul
Wherever you are.
But where does my heart beat now?
Speeding the winds of your soul,
Searching like a wild animal
My spirit aches to be whole.
A warmth in your touch
I need to feel your heat,
As my heavy heart aches
For the keeper of its beat.
Will you hold my love close to you?
Like the wind to a bird taking flight-
Will you remember my watery blue eyes
When you’re thirsty in the night?
My soul weeps like the willow
As your prescence haunts my heart.
But your voice is just an echo
Now that we’re apart.
Yet you shadow my every heartbeat,
It doesn’t matter from how far.
You walk in my soul,
Wherever you are.
Feb. 4 1991
HIDE AND SEEK
Soundgarden of your voice
My soul is full.
You carry my heart
Prince of shadows,
Yet when we shall meet
No one knows.
Nov. 15, 1991
Bleeding sun spills across the western sky
Another day is dying
Brother wolf howls the coming of another night.
Hungry darkness eats away my flesh from view.
The path in front of me is all I know.
Darkness throws the way- here and there,
Like the owl’s all seeing eyes.
Oh wise bird, with divine feathers,
Fly with me on this journey-
Brother please, for I no longer see the way to go.
Though my eyes are of no use,
My soul searches the darkness...
I shall find my way to you.
Nov. 25, 1991
A dream state embrace
Walking alone by the water of love
My eyes gazing upon its pebbled shore,
The golden sun caught the beauty
Of a stone that I would grow to adore.
Mystified, I reached out for it
Until I held it in my hand.
My soul grew warm from its power,
This precious stone from some other land.
Dec. 29 1991
The eye quivers
As the tongue confesses
Love gone bad.
In a stagnant pool of tears
That all lies will soon freeze over.
Questions from one’s second mind
Dance savagely into the consciousness.
Lies or truth?
Illusion or reality?
Hide and seek?
Trick or treat?
Yet a fire burns from deep within-
There are no lies to scorch us
It is the truth that shall hurt the most.
Dec. 6 1991