Exhibit 300

Countdown

Fun House Too

Serpentine

Caught in the throes
Of passionate
Thought
This abyss
Of emptiness
Swallows me
The labyrinth
Of Loneliness
Leaves me wanting
Needing
Reaching
For slippery fish
Hands grasping
For smoky silhouettes
Shadows, Illusions
Reflections of my fears
Dancing, merging
Calling me
Leading me to
The edge of sanity
This line is mine
I straddle it; erase it
Balance on its
S shape of time
Serpentine queen
You are divine
And I am a
Wanderer
Lost in the
Fields of
Prussian blue
Dreams
Spun
By
Your
Magical hands
Creating the
Universe
In the image
Of gods
And goddesses
Of erotic
Transcendence
Filling my senses
With wild fantasies
And penetrating
Emotion…

ambient-1 © 2009

Son of a Beach

Rocky Point 1.2

One Capture Too

Back Into The Sea Of Dreaming...

How long must I wait?
I am sitting here
With my
Mind swirling;
My body anticipating
Her return

What spell has she cast?
I claw the walls
And pace;
I look for
Any trace
Of her

She is a cruel lover
And my
Need is great;
I want to
Devour her,
shower her with kisses

The more she taunts me
The more
I need to
Take her
And
Desecrate
Her
Imprison her
And liberate her
From the isolation
And misery
That enslaves her

Last night,
I prayed at the alter
Of her desire;
I opened Pandora’s box
And bid all of its secrets to flee

Such is my urgency

In the shadow of my dream
She came to me
Arms and legs open
She said I am the queen
Of your sandcastle

I took her there…
Ravenously
As the tides rose
Our passion melted
Back into the sea
Of dreaming…

ambient-1 © 2009