Just a little expression of what I'm doing here.

I find myself quite frequently writing about birds as an extended metaphor. Asking myself why, I could only answer; they're beautiful - they keep things simple - and they mate for life.

To write meaningful poetry when challenged is quite an experience. This poem was a combination of two challenges - not so plain and simple.

First, a paradelle is a specific repetition of lines, with each stanza ending in two lines which use all, and only all, of the words in the previous lines. Also, the last stanza uses all, and only all, of the words from all previous stanzas . . . Secondly, I had to use the phrase "when faced with your face."

ACKKKKKK!

This poem is about a place no one else can get to but you.

I was walking around my college campus this last fall, through the leaves, and the smell of the leaves evoked this poem.

Dark morbid and mmm mmm good.

I hope you enjoy my work .. because I do so love
to write it. Although depressing, morbid, and dark. it makes me feel better to let the pain out

Do you believe in magical things? open up your mind and find your child with in ...come along and let the fun begin.

A subtle poem laced with hidden meaning, detailing one of life's greater struggles. What does the author think? You decide.

This poem was written 9 years ago when I was 18, in a moment of lucidity that never fails to amaze through all this time. I must confess I didn't get to experience this kind of experience until 1996.

It is dedicated to all those who sincerely Love, and do not even attempt to tie their beloved souls to them.

Written on February the 2nd, 1988, it was projected as a Study upon the psyche of a Person obsessed with Power, who disguised his True-Self in order to get to his not-always-legal purposes. This one has always had an acceptance on publishers... I really don't know why. And it is one of my most elaborated teen-era Poems.