Could I train myself to ignore the boredom,
And excuse my own insanity,
For just one moment of sheer delight?
Could I stare out the window,
And watch the young girl learn to ride her bike,
With glowing ambition,
And cold determination,
I find myself envious of the child,
For her mind is not her prison,
So that one day she wakes to find her mind clouded,confused.
A small ant encased in a pickle jar prison,
Small crumbs of her dignity scattered around her glass cage,
Even the small delights of life

Kiss the blade. . .
Smooth raptured curves
Offer escape and entry
Pulsating, my veins cry out for
Release
A blister upon the
Soft velvet of my heart
Slowly weeps. . .poisoning my mind
With one merciful cut
Could be set free
Merciful
A fist clenched
Around the weak curve of my throat
Thieves the words to make this real
In one joyous stroke
It could be opened
Spilling out as much truth as I am worth

The soft caress
Of blood
On the side of my cheek

January 23, 2008 (BBC) -- An American man who took the name of a fictional vampire has been sentenced to 30 years for bombing two hotels in La Paz, according to Bolivian state media. Triston Jay Amero, 26, carried out the attacks with his Uruguayan ex-girlfriend, Alda Ribeiro Costa, 47.

I stand at the crossroads
With no friend in sight
When an old man comes
And laughs at my plight
He goes down
My old path
I look to the left
And then to the right
I then look back
And see that man
Point left and disappear
I turn down the path
And it goes to my grave
I look back and then go ahead
I face death
And then I wake

Louis Giuseppi
October 3, 2001