Poetry from 15 years ago

This is a small collection of short poems i wrote when i was about 16 years old. They are almost the only poems i have managed to save over the years. Almost all my other writings have been lost along the way.

Re-open

To re-open involves personality change Hidden behind closed doors Deep within the mind Evolves Into a separate reality An extension of thought

Country Lane

Within my brain I see a plain It seems insane But there is no rain Patterns, textures and details i gain As I walk along my country lane

Sand

Life is but a vision People do not die They disintegrate Into another vision Like sand

Mexico

Now is the time But what time is left? He watched the screen Finding nothing but himself These were pictures And pictures only He left for Mexico to me a friend

Third From The Sun

Strange voices Painted faces Wandering, Finding Unseen places All people Different kind Doors ajar Opened minds Magic Black Music red Something I lack Inside my head Who are we?

Who Tends The Fire

Look to the sky Eagles fly (and die) Brown mountains shelter the young with painted stories Within the strong caves of civilization While we live and get higher As we stroll by the sky