I Am Not Anne

Fear is my name, an acronym of who I really am, controlling my motion, the light of my path, guiding my life. I am often very good, and sometimes very bad, always driven to behavior with fear leading the way. I have allowed my emotional core to be covered over, as the mantle of the…

You see a homeless bum, when you look at me incapable of love, living on the street. A fallen man living off your trash A lazy buggar begging a buck I scare your wife on her Sunday drive You tell your kids ‘be good or you’ll be like him’. But it’s you, your kind –…

Eight eyes staring at me from ten inches above the ground, Blue eyes, green eyes, brown eyes – Waiting for me to break down, waiting for my soul to die so they will have something to eat. Overhead, a cardinal sings, long, loud, a pretty song… When I float by it takes to wing. Eight…

A young black girl dressed all in black, shimmering like the ebon sea at midnight. A short black dress barely covers her, temptatious charcoal thighs. She sits — the ebon sea parts revealing a shore of roses, petals spread and glistening of midnight dew. The flowers call to me, urging me to come…. closer, closer….

I would but invite you give love a chance, See what awaits to the passage of time, You may find that lovers full in romance, Is but a twinkling spark of thought in mind. Moments to cherish thoughts of you my dear, Seasons together and epochs apart, Whispering soft I would sing that you hear,…

I sensed you were near but I could not see you, I could not hear you, the warmth of your hug did not stir my soul, your insight into the human condition did not engage me – that day. Still, something, perhaps an undeveloped sixth sense, a probe into the twilight of my existence, something……