Reflection

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It is an unlimited human certainty

that no one can know...

I arm sitting writing poems to you
On the dark side of the moon.
It’s quietness helps me...

What makes us act the way we do
Is it something buried deep in our genes?
Programmed to live...

la vie en rose.

It is the Christmas season again Cherie
I sit in the mist of falling...

The red gown
No longer
Clinging to the curves
Of a beautiful lady.
Dressed for...

You have blue eyes...

You tell white lies...

But I want you between my thighs.

I've...

She’s leaving home.

I look at you my beautiful daughter
In your hand a small suitcase....

I want to leave this
dreary cruel world behind.
Day by day
giving up another part...

This place is crowded and somehow shrouded
With plenty of personality all fragments of me
A...

November's birth is greeted with the Chrysanthemum...

Also known as mums...

It is well...

It seems like yesterday
But, Oh so long ago
I was just a Boy
Untouched from the...

The ghost are everywhere.
I see them under trees.
In gardens and ice cream parlors.
...

Written in '85 when I was 14

It is early, and to the East I see the night
being softly shed...

Here I am once again...

Blind as a bat I must be...

Where others can see you...

All...

There are times when I feel awkward over who I am
And worry about things I’ve said or not said,...

When I was a young child, I formed a point of view
When it came to grown- ups, I thought
This...

I have looked in vain,
but my name is not listed
among the “great” names of history.

...