THE EIGHTH DAY

Tired of spinning galaxies
Responsive to his beck & call,
He's now acquired the power to see
The monsters on his bedroom wall.

FREE-STYLE

Liberty dances 
In a tight-fitting gown,
But the line she draws 
Gives no cause to frown.

STRANGER

A thousand new horizons
Nestle, gleaming in between
The distant sky and ocean
Of someone else's dream,
Where flinted sparks of sunlight
Dance a tip-toe 'cross the floor,
And faintly breathes the swell that sighs
Upon their farthest shore.

UNDEFINED

All that's dear & clear outlined, 
A dark mascara comes to mind, 
Perhaps are scraps just left behind, 
Upon a table for the blind.

THE LIE

Easily I am deceived,
And prone to misconception,
For that alone which is perceived
By me, is but perception.