Saturday, August 29, 2009

The Task

There comes a time
when one must remove
all evil from his life.
Surgically cut it away
with a razor sharp knife
that runs deep and makes
the blood flow thick and fast
like the letting done
with leeches long ago.

Monday, August 03, 2009


We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

~W. Shakespeare

Saturday, August 01, 2009


Thrust into the darkest part of the night,

I flailed about and hated the unordered chaos.

The ice burnt a hole in my heart,

And tears evaperated into bitterness

As anger held tight to my thrashing soul.