Poems from Ashiya

Good and Evil. Black and White. The Liars and The Honest. Lines are drawn in the dust. Simplicity.   Catagories, Gray, Humanity. Rows of...
Tell me,  what do you see when  you look at me? What do you think when you  hear me, read my words on the page? I wonder. . .  how...
And so my lifeblood falls drip drip, drip, drip. drip drip, drip, drip.   Once as lovely as the full moon, Skin now ceramic, Cold.   The...
Deal me in Jack is counting, One, two, three. Leaning back, Rythmic laughing pulling at the bones. Tick Tock. Ring the bells.   Ace of...
I can see, but I am blind. I can hear, though I am deaf. I can speak, yet I am mute. I find myself wandering, like a spirit, Walking the...