Thoughts - The Late Nineties

I try to understand the questions
to the answers life has given me.
I should have listened better.

Sanity is a variable
condition
without definition.

Sometimes my thoughts
are like racing cars,
speeding through the
maze that is my mind,
losing control and crashing
against the barriers
of who I am.

bob dylan
don mclean
billy joel
are some of
the poets of
my depressions.

The carpet of my soul
is full of patches and holes.
I am a lousy seamstress.
Can't someone teach me?

I am a leftover
from
an era yet to come.

Sometimes my dreams
are shadows in the night.
Other times they are so vivid
that the night fades away.
I seldom learn the lessons.

Sometimes I laugh and cry
in the same breath.
That's life.

When I make mistakes
I always pay the full price.
No summer sale, no rebate.
Life demands from me
The full price of pain.

Letters.
Sounds.
Words.
Language.
Heart.

Life can be so easy.
For a breathless moment,
Moments are short.

Languid rhythms.
Frantic beats.
Contrasts of my soul.

My soul dances alone.
My heart weeps in tune.
My smile is only skin-deep.
Sometimes.

Your ghost haunts me.
I try to go free.
You were never what
I thought you to be.
That hurts.

She's hiding.
Somewhere inside her soul,
Somewhere inside her mind,
Somewhere inside her heart,
You will find her.
If you look hard enough.

My soul is learning
to soar
high
above
the uncertainties
of my life.

Alabama

Last modified on Sunday, 7. March 1999