This is more along the lines of my older poetry, but it retains elements of the newer too. I hope you enjoy it.


To feel again the tender sympathy!
Begone, you high-flown idols I adored,
You cold statues of sensitivity,
Ashes of a vital passion that poured
From tearful endeavors in agony!
My blood and tears, feelings I long ignored,
Flow again from the dark depths within me,
And flood my sight till beauty is restored.
To move not by resolve, but by pleasure!,
Led on by passion senseless of itself,
Compelled to live by feeling, bold and sure,
And ever blindly longing for myself,
I’ll step again beneath the endless rain,
For all my lasting pleasure is in pain.