Her Baggagewell, found it isyet, what to grasp?air, and promisesless than, perhapswaking day bysleeping night bynoone but selfand imagined lover beside herdown stairs she treadsbegins another daywondering what givesand who takes awayand who has the rightand wrong measures of thosenoone is wrong without intentbut what is right? with intent...what she sees is foreverand today she feelswhen before wasnull and voidnumbness for herselfwalking empty baggageto fill with one who's truewaiting too many lifetimes...to live, and just to beokayafter a timewithout, within, unfilledshe pours herself outono another's fearto soak in wastelands
The FootprintFell into a footprint on this dayTried to see the way outPeered at the sky, far above.WTF!?Pondered what this was all aboutCircled the rim, again, and againMeasuring distance to climbNo way I'd make it in just one leapAs I felt along walls like a mime"Who the hell made this print!?" I exclaimedWHAT could have? Just perplexedAnd, how did I miss such an awesome event?Oooh, another "moment!" Yup, so vexedTo think what a mighty big thing must have left itAnd to fall such a distance unharmedThen, I heard,"WTF!? not too far awaySomeone else, like me, sounds alarmed"Hey you!" I yelled "Did you see what all happened?!""You ought to know", the reply came from the otherStood there, mouth open, could not believeWhat pure nonsense, just, just...can a thought stutter?Looking around for route of escapeI turned, seeking ways outJust as I saw some, relief, this I feltanother WTF!? heard, one more shoutFrozen in midstep, and peering straight downWas I seeing this right, not mis
Thunderdeep throatgrowls ebb and flowclashingresounding rumbleandbreathtakingelectric dazzleoutbreak neon fingersflash, seeringinto minds eyearousing adreneline rushthen, wash ozoneatmosphere
Learning YouClipped winged eaglesees the ground solidmeets tiny spiritscarry onwith a life of their owngo with itsee along the pathways of beforeahead of nowwhat is it?You, and you, you...become life, live freeclose your eyes, fierce onefeel surgingpower, thrummingyour heartsleep awhile, repair...then GO! see yourselfas you are in soulwarrior, Eric the RedSon of ancients bloodknown insidewalk and fly strongcarry learned being withYou
Living Dead ThingLiving alive, walkingpeering white blindnessFrozen stare,icicle spearsA remembered heartbeatan idea of what it wasFlesh shivers, palesso feeling existsLiving dead thingjust sleeping so deepIn hibernated waitingfor melting this cold prisonor, shatter with heated myths
untitled Istep, minute momentby momenthour by secondcreeping by slowly almostimperceptiblealmosttime ticking tells the storyof movement, passagepath to futuresseen later on...