“Sweet Dreams” 06/1997

Growls the sky
as hunger strikes,
Strange I feel
against the knife,
Held up to my throat.
Sharp pain does draw,
the blood is warm.
I taste the salt,
it soothes my tongue.
Swells the throat
cut so deep.
The pain soon passes,
I fall asleep.
And dream of demons,
the witches ride.
Up through my veins,
my fear runs wide.
I scratch and claw,
to drive them out.
They find comfort there,
I have no doubt.
Lift me up,
I’ve lost control.
My will is yours,
I have no soul.
Have your way
within my flesh.
My mind’s gone mad,
I have to rest.

…got to find a place where I can hide (dogs are barking everywhere; voices tremble through the air.)

Beauty reeks of
fire’s scorn.
I beckon the sun
to bring the morn.
To drive away these
angry ghosts.
Who’ve chosen me
as their host.
I know them well
from time forgotten.

I have survived,
I am the last.

My will holds fast.
My light won’t fade.
I am the past,
I am the grave.



Judgement sings a viscous carole,

A tested will is stronger yet.

Breathe strength too soon,

in glory’s lust

Yield to nothing…

and nothing trust.

Inhale the smoke,

the lung turned black.

Consume the mist from

your lovers mouth.

Laugh the song of

another morning come.

Man’s sacrifice is

his alone.


The evening passes and

the moon shatters all

of the glass in

summers door.

I don’t know who

I am or what

I’m becoming or

have become.

A steady beat follows

me and constantly

reminds me of

past days of long.

It haunts and sobers

me with a quickness

that numbs and

sends me falling…



When darkness falls

and all is done,

When the earth has stopped

on its axis spun,

When time is told I’ll be

But one…

Myself as friend and fiend

and lover…

In the chapel pews there

is no other.

When the satin underneath me

is carved in stone,

Then the ground beneath

will be my own.

(This sanctuary I’ll know

as hell)

And no visitor forth

will come,

When all is said and time

has won.


June 8, 1997 (Allan-Lake Ontario)

Let the dragon’s fire

pass your lips,

A thought not spoken

is never heard,

Breathe srengthe from words

The sword is sharp,

But pain is good

and the wound

will heal.

This dungeon in which

you’ve locked your heart,

Turns your blue eyes gray,

and steals your smile.

Ride on the wind…and

walk the clouds.

Escape the fury of

broken dreams.

Laugh the glory with

a fist of ice.

The nights red sky burns for you…