On the Grapevine

My life is spent here

in the dark,

watching reds

and counting cards;

sending thoughts

and dreams and hopes

into the fire

and the smoke

in hopes that out

the other side,

I will see my life

glorified.

I'd rather pity

than to be

behind a cloak

and never seen.

I know it's wrong

to feel this way -

after all, what would

my others say?

But the storm that keeps

inside my mind

is one that doesn't

fade with nights.

I'll love and fall

and start anew

until those reds

fade into blue.

Virtulove?

Do I trust in a world of sin
that love can be a happening?
I once placed hope beyond the screen
and ended up with ev’rything
that I cared for and I hoped for lost,
with dreams that forced to turn and toss.
I vowed to push lust to a place
and with it, that same screen away.
Now, in days where I can feel
that I am free of sin and devil,
in days where I feel I have won,
I see that same screen once again.
I do not think it is the same,
but there is yet no simple way
for innocence to recognise 
the diff’rence ‘tween two sets of eyes.
Can one set truly be those eyes
which I have yearned for, day and night?
Do I trust in a world of sin
that love can be a happening?

A Question on the Mind... Wait

The thoughts are raging once again;
clouding my judgement and inner sight.
Even the writing looks wrong. The eyes
of the poet replaced by evil. Or is it?
Well there are too many maybe's to
ever try to understand, to comprehend,
but even if it isn't evil, it can't be right.
Maybe if I let this evil-or-not go,
the true heart will come and find me.
But I am no longer superstitious and
no longer believe in the unbelievable.
So do I put my faith in myself?
Do I put my trust in the unknown future?
Must religion be reconsidered?
But a leap of faith... My train of thoughts
are interrupted by the virtual...
Virtual and virtue; is it? No. ?

Virtulust

Living in a world of virtual reality
that changes the here and now into
never and always. But I'm not
inside the machine, it is in my mind.
In real reality, I am in a time of post-
virtulust. That history, those times of
confusion between body, mind, and
numbers is over, yet the memories
plague my mind. Even worse, in the
virtual realm, time has not changed.
If I fall into the pit of yesterday, now
is as real as it once was. My one transgression
will plague me forever and always.