And the time line was a river
But it cracked and split in twain;
Half became my sanity,
but most became insane.
And the time line was a river
But it cracked and split in two;
And half became the within me
half the without you.
One must wonder, the king must die.
I am here to do your laundry
if you own the emperor's new clothes.
Poems rhyme and poems speak
to the feelings of a freak.
The world is comfortable, yes
Yet you must die.
Carve me up into sticks and stars…
Nothing is forever
And sometimes
neither is friendship.
Damn you, Sylvia [Plath]. There is no romance you cannot touch.
If you don't believe in God, where are you?
The privilege of seeing my soul clearly
is reserved only for those
other than myself.
I am not the revolutionary that I wanted to be when I began to Write;
And you are not the pioneer you wanted to be once upon a time.
Dry humor saves me from dying laughing at myself.