Thursday, September 25, 2008


All that I am shall become dust.
I am the sum of my parts.
Parts of me are my words.
Some of these words are out there...
I wonder if there is cyber-dust?

Wednesday, September 24, 2008


This cry for help
Gone too deep
A justice served
By Stanley’s blade

Sunday, September 14, 2008


Wake up
Woke up
Lay there cursing
Another day to get through
More hours in this torture
They call life
Wake up
Woke up
Again and again
And again

Friday, September 05, 2008

Against All Odds

As walls were raised
Those doors closed
And silence loomed
As lines were cut
Then it ended
Ended with you
And your lawyer friend

So there you sit
On my chair
In my room
That house
Was once my home
Now yours
All yours
And your lawyer friend

Half of what I earn
You take
All that I have built
You took
The life I gave
You stole
With your lawyer friend

So now I’m broken
Nothing left
No reason
Except you could
You and your lawyer friend

And now no visiting rights
My own child
No longer mine
But yours
Yours and your lawyer friend