How I have longed for someone to see me, I mean the real me, though I don’t know who that is and yet do I think a pretty girl would have a better idea about me? Mirroring Love… to see my reflection but what does love reflected look like, is it real?

[draw-matization] Beauty… and love are in the eye of the beholder… or in this case, eyes.

A poem of illusion.

I am going to start by entering some of my old oooooold works, which are typically short. The purpose is to see which ones I’m just too embarrassed to continue with, which ones I could change, or which ones I want to continue. Maybe there will be some guest commentary, maybe not. Just as a note, my works are all fiction/fantasy.

It doesn’t make sense.

Written after remembering a talk with somebody. A secret nobody knows. As usual, a poem of a darker kind.

Poem about the reflections of one self in the reflections of others.

A relationship where the lines have been blurred and lack of communication is ruining it all. (lyrics)

I always thought America was perfect. What happened? What made me discover that good and evil are never found by themselves? They are never alone; good and evil are always found coexisting side-by side in anything.

The mystery is not only you seeing me as I look but also in me seeing you as real…