Beside my uncle’s grave I see a still night
pervading in dreams below a wondrous dawn
Silent harbinger who fulfills this delivered fright
like a lost little brother who wishes he’s never been born
There above the rich Sound lie my course:
focus groups marred in its journey of labor
cascading down in a precipice from that source
for one day, perhaps, I am my own neighbor
Save my home that rises in a cunning force
in alleys shedding unknown forms braver
then hailing answers radiating with fire
crying, lamenting, rueful in its remorse
Yet in myths I forever favor
that which cast promise are hills never mired
My Little Song
I offer on lips of heaven's heart
delivering you to a world that's unfair
When I lost my way, refusing to care,
life marched on as I made a new start
Vast roads before me, both veiled & free
blended the spirit with a bitterness of sea,
a course, which bled a lonely sound
for it were shades of serenity I found
I dream of your face, or how it ought to look
writing verses to your meaning in each & every book,
songs of my soul, tears that drip with pain
benign disorders when I search for sane
All that I struggle for becomes clear & true
to find this vision within me who only is you
Sonnet to Ariel
Clad in crimson, an attractive Ariel forms
eternal in reflections, magic, amorous, free
comforting my senses aside that sea
when this sentinel lies before day dawns
forever in unison, yet this psalm mourns
unlocks my latent heart, unchained in me
as one sacred creed to open what key
for I enter an age, becoming reborn
Yet such a prince of hidden wrathful ways
entrenched in lies steeped of hedonist tales
you drained me of vigor, your blinding rays
delivered me once to your dense, unholy grail
driven with debacle, you abysmal sage
mock me with dread, imprisoned by another male
