Hints of Things To Come

All reason is ripped aside

as primitive passion

erupts into her stream

of consciousness, evacuating

all sensible thought;

desire overcomes inhibition.

Walls and Bridges

Brick upon brick
joined with mortar
building them high
making them strong.
Built around things
they form a wall
Built over holes
they become a bridge.
Stone around soul
wood over hope
One is not seen,
one set aflame. 
Knock down the wall
killing psyche.
Burn down the bridge
while still on it.


You can still jump.

Winter Eyes

His steel blue eyes,
icicles piercing my heart
freezing it in love.