NO NEW POEMS SINCE MID-2006

Unfortunatly, nothing as of yet has been a new write since around the middle of 2006. Just simply haven't had the time.
Not that there's nthing to write about....because there always is. Mind costantly goes 90 to nothing. Like 50-billion light bulbs all pointed at me...that Hum you hear...that's me. That is what I hear all the time. Those are my thoughts. Constant. I wish there could be a dull moment!
I will post new poems if there are some. I will give any dates they were written if I know them, at the end of the poem. Most likely the dated ones are because my wife dated them. I don't date them. Of course, they won't be in dated order so...just read.
I never really intended on keeping them. I write them down to get them out of my head and after that I'm okay if they go in the trash. My wife has actually taken some out of the trash before!
She believes they should be kept. Marked as part of Me. Because at some point this IS who I was, maybe somewhere, who I still am, in a way.
I'm working on it.

Solo

my screams are unheard
I strain and only whispers emerge
my soul longs for freedom
my body longs for pain
under this cloud I sit
and in this cage my mind dissolves
one chance,
one open door
my soul would run for the freedom it longs for
as my body begins to twitch and burn
never will I be one
never alone, always lonely
solo, two and yet, still alone
trapped in this prison
chained to my never ending hate
the rage builds
my eyes bleed
the pain feels so good, the fire so hot
alone I sit
alone I suffer
Solo

My Ride

Silent screams wake me from my sleep.
I try but I still can't speak.
A voice within begins to cry out:
"Help me, hold me, just let me go."
Only a whisper but as loud as a shout.
I walk on water and drown in the air;
Strolling through life backward, with no fear,
Yet too afraid to turn around.
I guess I'm afraid of what I might see.
I have no reflection, no soul to sell.
I'm trapped n Earth, what I believe to be Hell.
Empty, hollow descriptive words of myself;
If only I could get down so I could reach the top shelf.
Once, twice, three times down.
Don't you get it? My smile is my frown.
Someone said to breathe deep, but all my lungs can do is squeak.
Stop this ride or I'm going to be sick.
What's the ride where on the wall you stick?
I can't think, eat or sleep.
How long will this shit last?
Until I can weep.
Still waters run deep;
Listen, there's no water in this fucking creek.
All I'm saying is something's wrong.
You can get up...
Please stop praying.