Secrince’s light

September 8, 2016








Was true in moonlight, set in space

absence of time, blue, red and black

fountains violent, desire-less sight

touching, yet separate; similar paths

Rage does slow, abound and kneeling

with page in hand, soaked with feeling

perfected sight, foot steps go slowly

come back full circle, season dwelling

Sane willows sway and hold dear secrets

sworn once more on final night

known and forgotten just to see

merged again to absorb light



Still places

January 30, 2014

Fix the light bulb at night

sampling midnight air just right

fur-covered explorers striding elegantly about

while skin speaks with eloquence


Red, red embers attract the wind

the end of death, breathing begins

bright blue lover with a beautiful caress

emptiness granting romance


Altering to remain the same

counting cracks on the ceiling again

flow of heat showing all the lost places

flow of love, perfected spaces


Flowers bend a knee

notes made of dreams

a time without memory

a place made to feel




This is my house

September 19, 2011

This is my house

I will not dust and tidy it up

Nor shall I leave weary lamps lit for someones’ chance stopping in

The paint is cracked and worn, but time will do that; it is natural

     I will not apologize if it does not fit in, does not function to your standards or if the appearance is lacking “happiness”

   It is filled with all sorts odd things that you will not approve of

   Things that surely will offend, petrify, terrorize and most certainly chip away

at your sensible, civilized ego

     But it is also filled with wonders from all the ages

     Things that human beings have desired from their birth of consciousness

     Stories that will inspire, swoon and swell a forgotten heart

     Caverns of darkness and unexplored fathoms of time and space

You are always welcome here, my dear friend

But just remember one thing;

This is my house

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