Poetry

I

Steady, I said, as I held the chain above my head. I waited... and the pendulum swung. AROUND WONDER AND SECRET AND ROLE. Those a fair trio. An affair alone. Together. Forever. PENDULUM PHONE

II

Black birds in white attire Walk the line of the un-fliers Costume or uniform Is the crow within, or the dove reborn Shared secrets of Gnosis unknown... Hides red rose blossoms 'neath carved knuckle bones. Dark tales no one's ears hear sung or others preconceived sing false Ballads of Nighten, Gales...unrung.

III

Writing is an avenue, to a freer way

IV

If my body were a bottle, my heart would be a message; I'd float upon the ocean, and the waves would be my lessons. I'd find my way to you, so you could look inside. To see the tears that blind me, contain more than they confide My purpose thus has found me, spirit's stillness, coincide. .