Listen,


For holding my hand
So tightly in the dark
For laughing with me
In the light too
For the comfort of your hand
Across my bare shoulders
For the beauty of my hand
Caressing deep in the sweaty curl
You've helped me to understand
Our Excess of love
My heartfelt thanks to you

Sins of the Forefathers


When you cried, we nursed
When we cried, you cried
When we needed you
You were there but you were crying

When you laughed, we did too
when we laughed, you had an ache
When we needed you
You were there but you were crying

When you worried, we were concerned
When we were, you said fool
When we needed you
You were there but you were crying

Sister


Prima donna 's sweet smile
And pretty eyes had my
Island of infinitive memories
She showed me how to see
The world from one
Same little spot

She hit the headlines but
Together it was that we
Sought our Gods.

Her damaging desire for
Perfection made the gun
Fall Silent but her Glory never
Fades and her kindred eyes

Always tell me better

Help


It was too near nowhere,
My emerald world
Fearing the artful attack
of the bitch that burned.
The careful cry couldn't carry
Nor dictate the dire distress
I will not endeavour
to fight the further fall
Is it germ or gem that
Grinds the final game?

Feel It


If I could taste your mouth
I would turn you upside down
But you live in circles of
Swollen Silences
Your razor mind amplifies
That soundless scream and
I am your pained audience

Now, your mirror image
excites little suspicion.

Thrill Me


Youth's beautiful patrol of seas
That thrills me, just like you
Soft velvet,hard wood
Thrill me, thrill me.
Too much tempation for normalitys'
grins of deserted challenge
Deserted possibilities of the
Utmost consequence that
Thrill me, just like you.

Show me, take me, dare me, make me.

A variation of "Listen," was published in a Reader's Digest anthology.

Author Notes "Sins of the Forefathers"            This is about my mother. When my siblings and I were very young, my mother was very unhappy. This poem just came to me when I was remembering back one night. "Sister"            Well, what can I say -- the road is long. This poem is about my relationship with my sister. I finally found respect, acceptance and love for her after years of turbulence. "Help" and "Feel It"            These poems are about alcoholism in my home.