The Cotton Field (May 25, 2007)

The thorns flicker in the wind
Up the path darting in and over
My hand brushes the warm cotton
Sprouting from the brown sticks
Fields infinitely line the horizon
With a sun shining brightly I walk
Forever in my mind surrounded
By the spores of life and poison
The blossoms are out but life is not inI retreat to find a dream more alive

The Emptiness Waits (May 15, 2007)

I found a spark
A desire that burned
Faster than the eye
It left its mark

As I lie within
I come undone
Eager to satisfy
Blood pumped in

A drop is a touch
Pure without spite
Open to receive
It should be so much

Now past is behind
Release the thought
A struggle at best
For emotion in mind

But a vacant hole
Its remnant obvious
Smiles back at me
And not to console

The Interview (May 4, 2007)

She knew exactly what she wanted
A guy with all the right touches
Pluses in laughter and fun
Could keep her attention strong
A list of elements to adhere
Would certainly draw a beau near
To be discarded at the first failure
Finding another fitting of allure

The self-told lie was binding
A table of elements short of chemistry
What she knew of her inner desire
Coiled around a method of approach
Would only focus her attention
Not the result of a long quest
But the result of mental acuity
Misplaced on details of ill-import

To find one of truth and honor
With walks in the light of stars
Watching fables and folklore
Stoking and reveling in the fire
Certainly one would come forth
And perhaps luck could shine
When upheld by the beliefs of one
Who falsely recognizes truth

A set of items cannot be a whole
Roots from within form the entirety
See beyond the detailed idealism
With moments lived outside ourselves
Realize the table is and is not
Built by pieces described in a list
Placed together by our desire
To discover a true love near