old poetry from my younger years
  ONE THING
i want to die this is to be known
i am searching for something to call my own
I have walked this earth
more than my heart can stand
living this world, alone and scared
feeding myself misery personally designed brand
but now as my soul grows dreary and meak
tears that drop from eyes does that make me weak
i can hardly on, hold my hands seem to slip
from all of the stones my heart wants to grip
love is thy granite and compassion limestone
ive lost all these things, left cuts to the bone
if i could change one thing
it would be my birth
then i could leave this pitiful earth


     IT
eyes that swirl, dust cloud of healing light
eyes that i never wanted to take out of sight
eyes that haved changed from within my own
eyes that i no longer hold in hearts home
with words of lust sex and lies
her eyes have become a disguise
i ache for love for lust for feeling
i ache for the eyes that once heald such healing
but now those eyes, that soul is no more
now that i know the girl is a whore