Desire is like playing with fire, someone will end up getting burnt.

Poem on life.

Circle Of Life Poem.

Rebuilding oneself after a nervous breakdown.

It’s sometimes so much more than those three little words.

As many of you know I have been writing horror stories for along time and have found a way to incorporate horror into poetry,almost like mini stories so to speak. I love writing horror because the human mind will never ceased to be fasinated by the unknown.

Are you among the bloodlines?

Why did I deserve this most horrible fate?

I didn’t.

Karma always comes one day but sometimes it attacks the wrong person. I had to be the one.

The world humms to many things.

I recently watched Flicker a short film on the Canadian network Bravo. The film was about The Dream Machine which was created by Brion Gysin. Gysin was an artist, poet, and visionary. He was a member of The Beat Generation. He was a person whom I admire greatly. However, I did not know that he spent the early years of his life in Edmonton Alberta. Living close to Edmonton for the past five years I have not heard one person even utter his name. I find this a little concerning, since he shaped Post Modern culture in so many ways. Had Gysin not lived the world would be a completely different place. Edmonton can name a street after a hockey player that settled here, yet Gysin gets nothing. Here is my initial reaction to this realization.

Some chances slip by and are never offered again.