Breathing in the RapidsBreathing in the Rapids (2006)All that has gotten betterSeems to be my demeanorI'm still swimming upstreamSterile salmon spawningYet I have stopped fightingCurrents best left aloneI breathe the sprayWater and airBurning and giving lifeWhile also slowly extinguishing it.
ExanimateExanimate (2004)Misty mornings come and goIn a haze of dreams and petty thingsWe never seem to know.How can we? What's in storeBeyond these unreal fleeting momentsWhat chances for redemption we might seekBefore we see another misty morn.So we ride the ride, pay the tollForsake control, catch the falling graceHold up the lame, strive for fameEver stalling the answer we must giveWhen dawn comes calling.
RavingRaving (2001)Inside a razorOutside a TerrorAn idea, a concept, a notion in errorDiving into coalsTo cleanse or to dryBy and by we'll come to see the phoenix risingOutside a maidenInside a croneA nest made of ash and boneA soooty with with liquid eyesIs only one of her disguises, and yetBy and by those pools ripple with the laughter of mermaidsInside a prophetOutside a harlotWhat was it? No one can recallIt was something she saidAnd yet her words slip like absinthe from your mindOutside ravingInside cravingSomething you can't quite getYour mind around and yetWhat was it?No one can recallIt was something that slippedLike absinthe from your mind.
Neptune's LoverNeptune's Lover (2001)Floating in a sea ofgothic dreaming, green and purple huesgrasping at the edges of my mindin the same way you slip through my fingerslike Pele's black sand.I float, at once serene, frustrated,somber and devillish,neither genie for wishing norstoic forbearing. I float,among the mosses and rocksin the moat around my cobwebbed stone heart.If you hold very still when you floatand don't make a ripple,you can feel the way the current pulls.As I am pulled by the channel I slip from the ticklingof the reeds and grasses of the shoreline.I fall into deeper water.Pausing in eddys, catching my breathreminding myself not to drown,Have I reached the craggy rocks of Dover Beachor the wind-chiseled cliffs of the mighty Pacific?I peer at the untested waters on the horizon,wincing with longing and hesitation,with ambivalence.I have thrown away my charts and maps.My mast is broken, my sail in shredsI go where the current pulls me,curious and hopeful, and