FRACTURED REFLECTIONS
Imprisoned
by my own delusions.
I wonder the halls
of past memories,
embedded
in my flesh.
Haunted by dents in my psyche,
like ghosts in a burlap bag
strugglin to merge,
emerge...
Fractured Reflections.

This fear of intimacy,
this self-loathing
that I feel,
I know that it is of my own creation.
My own self-imposed sickness
for which I slave.
I lick my own wounds
to gain sustenance,
but to allow another
to touch
is to dissolve the boundaries,
transcend limitations,
escape
my own self-imprisonment.

Fractured Reflections...
open to your touch,
this pain is love.

HOMELESS

...a wanderin, aimless fool
Homeless,
In the Land of Plenty.
My heart is full...
my pockets empty.
In god I trust,
but, a bed,
he never promised.
The stars above
pine straw below,
soon,
my new home.
A wanderin, aimless fool.

DREAMER

Among thoz hills
in distant horizons
furtive vallyes lie.

On the wings
of a dream
nightly apparitions come,
bringing comfort
to the pale, grey light of day.

My inner companion
roams
landscapes beyond
searchin,
searchin for a dreamer.
... a dreamer.

SISTER

Jst a thot
a dream
in my soul,
Flashing briefly.
She summons,
she calls
but only a fool
answers an apparition
as if,
she were real.
My sister, my anima
and rightfully so,
a dream, a vision
caretaker
of my Soul.

FATIN...FATIN

the name echoes in my mind
reverbrates in my soul
awakens a time capsule
destined for this moment.
This sacred moment,
light years in coming
Enshrouded in stardust,
Streaking across the northern sky.
A moment destined to be,
sanctioned long before time,
just now
coming to pass.
We awaken
as dreamers,
marveling
at what always has been.
My Sister,
Sweet Fatin.