Poetry was a first love of mine that led me to writing lyrics and making music. I have journals of teenage angst, poetry and lyrics that date from about age 13. I still write poems occassionally but more often I am intentionally trying to write a good lyric. Since there is a real difference between the two I have decided to share some definitely non-musical poetry here.

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^{January, 2000}
Safely furled behind a stranger's gates
I find you more delicious to love
A garden not entered
Desire blocked

At the Circus
^{April 23, 1986}
When we know
We hurt
And shudder the thought
When we hide
We still know
But the cotton candy breaks our fall

Farmers and Mechanics
^{February 28, 1989}
In that dome so oft like home
Her rigid thoughts bend off to roam
Around in circles of well dressed men
Across the marble, back again,
To where her mask of tawny base
Sits vacant on her aging face

While underneath that man-made shield
Her guard slacks off then slowly yields
A trembling scream from unknown depths
Grips her throat and rips her chest

Taunt lips twisting, her weight goes down
A flash of red in auburn brown
A watch spring snapped beyond repair
Cascading swirls of well cropped hair

A strong hand plucks her from the floor
Stands her up to scream once more
Looking, lost, into her eyes
His tailored voice, like lead, replies
"Your turn has come, we're waiting here."
And from behind "Your lipstick, dear"