Some of you may know that I write poetry, and that I began doing that when I was in high school, although then, it was mostly feeble attempts to somehow tell those whom I had some affection for, how I felt. Since then, I have mostly written poems dealing with pain, emotion, life, love, passion, anger, loss, violence, sex, fear, and regret. Over time, I have used poetry to cleanse my heart of losing those things that I assumed were mine for the keeping, or escaping into the ways of my head without really saying what it is that I want to say outright...I think certain people around me would be hurt or weirded out if they knew that some poems are directly about them and my response to how I felt or feel about them. This is not to say that all my poems are about people, but alot of them are about my relationship or lack of in direct response to who they are now, or who they were then, or what their lives could be now, including my wife, my family, my friends, myself and my God. Again, for me, writing poetry is about escapism into a world that is not anyone's world, but my world...one that I build with words, speaking my desires, or sense of love into it. And so, I thought I would give you an example. Something I wrote today. I just started another poetry book (this is number three), entitled "Violations Of Black" and this is actually the first poem in it. Perhaps these words are not yours, but maybe you can relate... More later...


blinding the heart
9/27/06

alone by day, solitary by night
the man wanders constantly.
worry and fear are companions
in this unreachable journey.
too long is the time to mend
the broken he feels all around.
the daybreak brings guilt
by obsession and travels into
the nowhere destination.
the image he sees is her face
buried in his chest…
so beautiful…

reading the minutes drain away,
the joy he sees in her eyes again.
twisting the words to what
they want means nothing said at all.
but, the moment that matters
is the here and now.
not some tomorrow waiting
on an inescapable clutch.
for the smiles tell it all
in the images of their faces
hidden in her chest…
so beautiful…

blinding the heart
is the consequence of time
breaking the memory of all that it is…
blinding the heart
is the substance of now
feeling the pain slip into their hands

she’s so beautiful…
does she even know?
she’s so beautiful
and she’s nowhere to be found
once again…