Thursday, October 15, 2009


How you think of me
is quite intriguing
what you see is
something I might
believe in

would you think
of me the most
ever in your day
stop to think
but not to say

keep your lips
so quiet and slow
what you think
can spill into
where we will go

Wednesday, October 7, 2009


When you read the words
you do not understand more
but less is what fills the air
and encumbers my humble core

Because you state nothing
you do not hear my soul
but slice with silence
and muffle my woes

When I share the wording
I contemplate myself inwards
but solace escapes me
to hunt what is heard