(April 1999. Another restless night, again.)

I saw a black rainbow

this morning it

shone on the shadow

of the sun and

everywhere I turned

or ran Armagedon

had begun ––– the

Horsemen fell from out

the sky (and raindrops

thick as blood) and where

they slashed and rode or

cried... people died... in

a human flood of

tears and pain and fear

and terror ––– And here!

the Clever casting

others and unfortunates

ahead... to stave

off the second

coming of the Dead. 

(28 September 1999. This came out of my own internal war between the New Age and the Corporate community. My sinicism often left me stranded in the no mans land inbetween these two sides, taking flak from both.)

The winds blow cold tonight, this night, solstice

eve, and my heart beats heavy and loud for

there is rebirth in the scent of the air.

I, a child of flower power birth. I,

a todler that celebrated life in

the Age of Aquarius. I, a youth-

ful discoverer of chanting new age

phrases. I, in full manhood, after search-

ing my soul and tearing from it heart felt

primal screams, am on the cusp of being

born again ––– born into a new inhe-

ritance, born into a future of my own

making... and I am afraid, so darkly fearful and frightened of this pregnant mo-

ment, scared that all I've ever been is some

Conservative, Understated, Nineties,

Type... how the blow cold this night of nights, this

solstice night where all that is before is far

less than all that is to come, and the

moment waits... for me... for me to be... for

me to become... for a song to Ring Out 

and herald the coming of My, New, Age. 

(June 1999. The result of another sleepless night.)

The night grows cold

clouds fill the void between

the stars and this Earth this

land that birthed you and I

Hold me closer

for fires of distraction rain down on

these cities centuries old looking in

to the maw of a new millenium

Still touch my heart

that I might know tha somehow

you still need me and don't want

to be lonely in this dark

The lights still glow

in the black roof of this slowly

dying world and are no

longer a silent comfort

Slow these grey clouds 

that swallow the sky in

their shadow path ––– towns torn

apart ––– such flames! such stench!

Don't let me see!!

Touch my skin     hold me     for

an ill chill stalks my soul

in these visions tonight.