This collection,
the Soliloquy, is focused on the internal...
the loves,
the lusts,
the relationships,
the fears
&
the sunset
inside us all.
Compassion.
Hope.
LATE
Holding
angels by the wings, I shine
Resting
my head upon the backs I climb
And letting
the rest watch as I struggle.
Shoulders
slumped and my body aching
Searching
for the one note that I can sing
While letting
the rest listen as I tune.
Daring the
gremlins to come now
Knowing
I can live by not caring how
And letting
the world stare as they wish to.
Filling
pages by one lit candle
Holding
on to the dreams I can handle
And letting
the rest fall by the wayside.
- Scot
N. Kaeff
(c) 1999
Speak
Sometimes
we carry on as if
Every bit
of the world
Was nestled
in the words we speak,
Every thought,
every phrase
And every
caught breath,
Every chuckle
and
Every unrestrained
laugh
A piece
of the love
That we
share.
And lulls
in conversation
Are just
time taken
To enjoy
the being
Instead
of the saying.
- Scot N.
Kaeff
(c) 1999
Tomb
Food lines
one wall,
Canisters,
all alike -
A television
And place
for the bed.
No life.
A tomb
Built into
a house.
The cats
are on edge,
The air
hangs with a
Shallow
hope,
But as
you
Walk through
It doesn't
close behind you -
It remains
open
Like a
wound.
- Scot
N. Kaeff
(c) 1999
Soliloquy
Fashioning
armament from words
And ideals
that are seemingly
Unrelated
to reality,
All the
while watching cars pass me by.
Visor down,
lance in hand
And heart
choking the breath from my throat...
I speak.
- Scot N.
Kaeff
(c) 1999