PROSE & POETRY written by, for, or about yours truly

Right now I only have a few to set down and HTML'ized. I hope you all like them.

• MY BEST FRIEND ... original source unknown, yet another example of me writing in my sleep.

• At Midnight ... I originally wrote this while reading MIDNIGHT by DEAN R. KOONTZ but most think I am writing about vampires. Go figure?

• Court Jester ... a poem I wrote for a girl while still a young teen. She was the first to read it and still doesn't know it was about her.

• Lost ... this one came to me while on my way to work. Luckily, I usually leave early because I had to pull over to the side of the road and jot this one down. It's pathetic, short and the first thing I've written in years.

• The Biggest Evil ... One of my latest rants. A lot of people liked it when I posted it before, so I moved it here to the storytime site. Enjoy :-)

Okay this section is composed of stuff sent to me from the various women of my life. After you've read them all. You'll realize I was totally unbiased in that I put both the love-poems as well as the bile filled "You SONUVABITCH" poems. At least I am a spark of creativity to so many ...

• FAR FROM LAND ... Can you tell the lady who wrote this was just a tad bitter? Hell! I didn't even know she had a crush on me.

• Vampire ... a poem written by a good lil girl who I had a fling with from Halloween 1996 to February 1997. She said she couldn't get me out of her head even tho I kept disappearing for weeks at a time. It still amuses me how we ended up together. She wanted me to do her makeup for a Halloween Costume Contest.

• The Journey & The Jump ... These were written by Janna ( aka Sprout ). She was the very first person I met when I started using the chat program, POWWOW. For over a year we chatted almost everyday until she moved to Europe to marry a man she had also met on POWWOW.

  Everytime I see her picture, or read the few things she sent me in the brief time we've known each other, my heart aches. Janna, I hope your new husband is keeping you happy. I only hope that one day you'll look out from your bliss and grace me with your presence again.

This space is set aside for the works of someone who was once closer to me then I thought anyone could be. Unfortunately, I wasn't there when she needed me most. I was half a world away. So now she's gone from a feisty iconoclast who did things just to shock, to an adult, someone who sells AMWAY! I just saw her for the first time in years over winter break. She's got a few kids now and seems very happy.

Well JADE, my dear sweet little sister, I remember our walks at camp. I remember going to "Stonehenge" and the other mystical places in Charlevoix. I remember the DARKLING you once were and grieve for her loss.

BTW, sweet little sister, you still have half of my old wardrobe. Do you still wear any of it? You used to look so delicious in my leather jacket :-)

I wish I could show you the beauty of artwork she sent with these poems. Everytime I got a new letter ( more like package ) I placed all of them reverently on the wall of my barracks wherever I was stationed.

• This was the first of many poems I received from Jade after we spent almost the entire week together at Lake Louis Methodist Camp 1989. If only I would've stayed. C'est L'vie

• The Meaning of Life according to a young girl raised in a small town where her shining star was too odd and too bright for the sleeping masses.

• Soon that's all, just SOON.

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When all else fails, the one

I can truly rely on above all

the Servant to the maker of

thee, the one who sends my

spirits down to the cellar from

which they came, the never-ending;

The never beginning; the always

and forever and never to end



No matter what else comes

what happiness

what morosity

what joy

what I need not

my life



but the lover to all that is not here but always

will be to end the frustrations

to end the miseries, troubles, loves;

WHERE IS SHE!



when my heaven becomes hell and 

my hell becomes heaven is where I meet that servant and find that

regularity



In my head

Th her heart

In the depths of heaven or

the heights of hell

or neither 

Simply to be stuck in purgatory

wandering; ending; beginning;

Loving; watching ... Always watching

Immortal freaks at play

	the Hell they call Paradise

More by night than by day



Three at Play and Three to Dine

	Greedy Voices Whispering Need

The Deep Blood -Red of Wine



Swift and Silent through the street 

	omit a few death cries

No murder they commit is neat



Numbers increase by the hour

	Emotions Evaporate

A conversion so Sweet, seems to Sour

The court jester loves his princess.

in his heart he knows 

	she can never be his

but in his foolish manner

	he still strives to win her affection

not even the cold sword-thrust of rejection

	can slay his impish ardour



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(written for the girl I took to my senior prom)

for 12 years she was my muse, 

I doubt she ever knew she was the subject

of my poetry ...  funny how life works.