Conciously,

I tiptoe about my life

stepping softly

slowly

careful not to make a peep

and all it takes

is that one small step

for me to fall through the floor

Into the arms

of the person

I want to be

But am too afraid

to find 

Right and wrong we will struggle with forever,

striving to create and maintain an ethical

balance, but the shimmer of summer rain

under hot street lamps or the great flashing

glare of artillery against a night sky- such brutal

beauty is beyond dispute.

It’s the risk that fascinates me, the moment of

infinite possibilities. It lures me through eternity

when all other charms fail.

Their own irrational fears and blind terrors release

the forces of death and the devil on the inside.

The man who has no life and individual vision of

reality to express- produces lifeless work

It is said the two great human sins are pride

and hate. Are they? I elect to think of them as the

two virtues. To give away pride and hate is to say

you will change for the good of the world. To vent

them is more noble, that is to say the world must

change for the good of you.

You try to make sense of your life. Everybody

tries to do that- I think. And part of

making sense of things is trying to find reasons

or constants...things that don’t fluctuate.

The unexpected horror I’ve seen

the inevitable pain I’ve endured

it’s an awful truth that suffering

can deepen us

give us a greater luster to our colors,

a richer resurance to our words

that is if it doesn’t destroy us;

if it doesn’t burn away the optimism

and the spirit of capacity for visions

and the respect for simple yet

indispensible things