Poem 1

What should I do.

What should I do
to make real and reveal my existance,
to allow you to discover, infinitivly,
the other side of the apparent truth -
to expose the right words
on why I choose to move,
and how, do I explain to you,
the reason for my stealth, my reticence
and fused impulsive moods.

Words or silence,
from your eyes to mine may never pour,
and all, caused
by the insanity of speaking with feeling,
so to rely on believing
in a time where intamacy alone will talk,
without reading between
and behind the mind and initial lines,
hoping you will be my life, my cause.

And I aint finished the third bit yet!!!!!!