i am there - 12/18/1998
all those nights spent gazing at the stars
in the heat of the Indian summer
holding each other close
the sensation of your breath against my skin
dreaming together of reaching them someday
somehow
flying upwards to the heavens
hand in hand
now you've gone and i am there
If only - 12/18/1998
High above rooftops and silent fields,
graceful as the swallow and winter winds,
my soul longs to fly
Swooping and soaring,
faster and faster,
more free than ever before
if only my wings weren't broken
Predator - 12/20/1998
i can see my reflection
illuminated
in the beads of sweat
glistening
on his cold, smooth skin
as he switches on his zippo
lights the tip of his cheap cigarette
holding the flame there a little too long
i stand
transfixed
by the brilliant orange hue of the paper
as he inhales deeply once
tosses the cigarette aside
and moves in for the kill
Little Girl - 1/13/1999
little girl, trapped inside a tight tank dress,
daddy's on the bottle again
mommy's working overtime
baby brother needs taking care of
who do you think loves you?
you throw away the school books
and swallow down some beer
(after all, daddy does know best)
find a big man with a Harley
sex comes easy, doesn't it, dear?
the bruises start coming
maybe a broken wrist
and soon you find there's gonna be a baby
he tells you he'll take care of this
do you begin to see the bottom?
maybe there's a time when you actually let yourself feel
and deep down there is an ache
for those who have been killing you and those you have killed
when your mommy finds you, blue and cold, from all those lovely pills
you'll be off somewhere - celebrating your sweet sixteen...
(T.G. 1979-1996, Rest In Peace)