Here is a poem of mine:
Green Delusions
Inside my studio room
I have created sun set
My darkness fills places for
Everyone - alone
My direction is a mystery
Images of stars and cameras fill
My night, and like Eve’s garden,
Darkness hangs in trees plotted
I cry for action in my slice of life
Yet fear my cutting voices
And acting out
Of line with my creation
Words roll from my tongue like night
Zooming in as I picture Eve
Real in my green dream
Being my doll of hope
It is lonely on my room’s throne
I contemplate moving
Taking new scenes
Picturing Heaven on Earth
Produced by my mind’s own dying craft
But part of rehearsing
Is sharing secret reality
Like dreams of other worlds
There was a method to Hamlet’s madness
Like my own solitary show
Yet it is not enough to play God
So, I edit my past
Into the solo, costly night
A terrible film
Shot like a bullet
Between eyelid curtains
by Greg Bauder