Hello All!
This web page was begun in 1999 as a first-attempt at putting myself and my ideas, etc., on the Internet. Unfortunately, the content that I came up with was dull, pointless, and boring.
The web site stayed up for over 2 years, stagnating, all but forgotten.
What better place to post works of poetry and literature?
This site will be very basic, at least at first, and will simply be a repository for my various ramblings until I can figure out something else to do with them. If you came across this site randomly, or through some search engine somewhere, please enjoy. Constructive criticism is always welcome, as long as it's not TOO harsh. I DO have that fragile male ego, you know. You can send any comments, whether they be positive or negative, to me here.
Note that none of these are in any order, except alphabetically (initially), The dates jump around from 2000 through 2003, as do the subjects and dedications. In rewriting all of these, I realized that I'm a better poet when I'm in anguish. Well, in that case, 2001 was a very good year for poetry.
I've just updated this site for the first time in 2 years.. for the most part I'd all but forgotten that it was here, but I wanted to share some of the content with a friend of mine in NYC (hi Parita!). Hopefully there will be more content soon, and maybe I'll even make a proper web site out of it.
Lost in Eternity
(8.23.01) Ode to My Alarm Clock
(3.12.03) The
sun rises over the mountains A
new day is born! Purple
light shines gently down upon us A
new beginning; love blossoms Timid
at first, the light gently touches the people With
its warm caress The
sun climbs up into the sky The
light burns, hot People
bask in its glow Some
are burned, but most are warmed to the soul They
have waited all night for the sun The
night is long The
sun passes its zenith The
day, still warm, begins to cool Shadows
begin to lengthen We
go about our business No
longer fascinated by the sun's glow The
day is waning The
sun sets into the hills Dusk
is upon us The
day's fading light makes one last effort To
warm us But
we go our separate ways The
day is over. Nighttime. Cold,
dark, lonely We
huddle in our homes, alone Trying
to be warm Waiting
for the new day To
break over the mountains
Happiness seems to fade away Once
I was happy The
sky of my life Was
filled with rainbows Beautiful,
colorful, perfect Wherever
I looked And
smile But
now my rainbow has gone The
clouds have returned My
world is dark The
rain of despair Falls
upon me As
I cry into the wind Yet
my words are blown away unheard My
rainbow has fallen I
am alone. Do
you think of me When
the sun goes down And
the night reigns supreme? When
you close your eyes Snug
and warm in your bed Do
you see visions of me in your mind? Do
you think of me, As
I think of you, Every
second of every hour of every day? For
you are always on my mind Though
these thoughts bring me such pain I
will never send them away. For
I am in love. A
love alone For
good or for evil, I
am in love. I
am in love. Her
scent is like gold The
gold of a flower which offers its perfume To
the night wind To
be shared but with only the pale moon Smiling
down upon the garden As
she looks upon that pale light Her
face is gently illuminated As
if she is made from bright silver Her
perfection burns and Chisels
its way into my heart She
turns her eyes upon me Luminescent
orbs of electricity My
eyes stare into hers I
become lost In
liquid pools of eternity I
see my soul in the depths of her eyes A
soul lost and wandering But
in bliss absolute My
soul has been taken from me To
forever dwell upon and within her beauty My
mind is numb. I feel naught. To
be in the presence of such perfection Is
a shock to my very being I
yearn unendingly for her touch For
her smile, for her kiss Ahh,
to kiss her would be ecstasy absolute Her
lips pressed against mine Our
tongues gently brushing And
again with urgency Even
in fantasy, I am lost to her. "My Commute" -- 6/2/2003 "Ode
to My Alarm Clock" -- 3/12/2003 Written while
sitting in traffic on the NJ Turnpike on my way to work in Newark and lamenting
that I should still be sleeping Oh hark! And
listen What could it be Beeping at me
mercilessly? I went to sleep but an
hour before What's come knocking At sleep's door? I open an eye All gritty with sand And cast a baleful
look At my bedstand I look at my clock But how can it be That seven o'clock Has come so swiftly? It seems but an hour
ago My sleepy mind led Me to finally turn in And sleep in my bed But now this fiend That sleeps next to me Has awakened and
declared so Very noisily I need more time! I've got naught to
lose I thank all the gods For the button called
'snooze'. Pain Seething,
writhing, all-encompassing pain It
rips my insides to shreds My
soul is torn asunder Pieces Fluttering
in the wind The
torn remains of my heart Cast
into ruin Light I
can see it but it is not mine It
does not shine upon my face Or
warm me or brighten my path Pain It
cuts like a frozen knife Plunging
again and again Into
my heart Death Would
be a welcome embrace Compared
to the torture I
endure at your hand Courage Is
what I lack Else
Death's seductive embrace Would
be mine Life A
curse I must endure Wracked
in pain, outside the light And
without the courage to do what I must The
road goes ever ever on Stretching
mile after unending mile Winding
past trees and hills and streams Rolling
over mountains and through valleys Past
truck stops and rest stops and traffic stops Through
tourist traps and speed traps I drive But
no matter how far away I travel I
find that all roads lead to you. Is
it better to never say hello? If
I never say hello I'll
never need to say goodbye The
person who has never loved Is
better off than the person who has loved and lost. The
former Has
no idea what he missed. Love
is like two rolling dice That
come up with the same number for a time But
objects in motion tend to stay that way People
only stop moving when they're dead Love
is dead..? A
tortured soul crying out for respite Will
not receive it But
it will only be told to sit down and be quiet The
world has no use for screamers Friends
who are there When
you need them Secretly
revel in your misery Their
lives are then paradise by comparison If
someone says they don't love you But
they need to get over you It
is a misstatement If
they don't love you then they wouldn't have anything to get over And
if they need to get over you they must love you Duty
and Responsibility Are
Fate's way Of
telling Love to fuck off Given:
Man's primary purpose is to procreate (the meaning of life?) Accepted:
Man has only one true soulmate Given:
Man is most likely to procreate with this soulmate If:
If Man loses his soulmate to Fate Question:
What then is the purpose of man? Question:
If Man has no purpose, what then is the point of continuing to exist? Answer:
I do not know All
roads lead to your doorway All
paths lead to your heart Now
that you are gone My
map is useless Perfection
found Is
torture unless it can be possessed Perfection
possessed Is
imperfect because it is not free The
longing is a tangible thing Solid
enough to reach out and touch As
it hangs between us like air turned to lead To
touch you would be the best thing I could do To
touch you would be the worst thing I could do I
have touched you a thousand times already in my dreams Such
perfection so close to feel But
yet so far out of reach Is
torture to my very soul My
whole week is spent Dreaming
about the mere two hours That
I can spend looking into your eyes You
are perfection A
star brought to earth To
shine its light upon me The
sun and the moon have been stolen They
do not rise, they do not set Save
by your presence beside me "Sad
Girl" (for RK) -- 11/25/2001 Sad
girl, why do you cry? Did
someone break your heart? Things
like this happen, nobody knows why Someone
who would hurt you so isn't very smart Sad
girl, why can't you see You
have so much to offer If
I had any brains you'd be here with me And
never again with any other Beautiful
girl, I long for your smile When
I see it, my day becomes bright To
see you sad is something I revile I
won't let you be blue without a fight Beautiful
girl, please smile at me Let
me know you are mine I
swear to you that I am better than he I
would never purposely hurt you, that is no lie Sad
girl, your smiles are gone He
has taken them from you Someday
soon you can put your smile back on And
you'll no longer be blue Sad
girl, my heart breaks for thee I
care for you so I
beg you please come over to me You
can complete me, my heart would glow Sad
girl, beautiful girl, light of my life, my love You
know in your heart that I'd hurt you never Together
we would fit like a glove To
be warm, safe and happy .. for ever and ever. Sometimes When
my heart is pulled from me I
fight it and scold it Even
though it's not its fault Sometimes When
my dreams and plans are a ruin I
strike out around me And
wound that which is closest to me Sometimes When
my day goes on forever And
my night is not much better I
look to you for comfort and support Sometimes When
my day goes on forever Your
day has gone on forever, too And
you look to me for comfort and support Sometimes When
you look to me I
am too busy in self pity And
in self-righteousness I proclaim you woe Sometimes When
I proclaim you thus In
my anger I do not know That
I am wrong Sometimes When
I am wrong I
say things that are wrong To
wound and to hurt Sometimes When
the things that I say are hurtful Though
I cannot stop I
feel sorrow Sometimes When
I feel sorrow I
look to you for comfort and support But
you are now angry Sometimes When
you are angry I
become angry too Focused
on that which has made you angry Sometimes When
I am angry I
realize that the anger I feel Is
focused on myself Sometimes When
the anger is against myself And
when you are angry with me You
are pulled from me Sometimes When
my heart is pulled from me ... Darkness.
Emptiness. Void. My
heart was cold, midnight blue. A
chill wind on an empty beach With
the stars so high above Twinkling,
laughing, mocking me The
emptiness inside of me Rivaled
that of the cold night sky. I
lay down on the icy sand Beaten,
without hope I
close my eyes To
let Death's warm hands embrace me But
wait There
is a glow on the horizon The
darkness retreats, frightened Of
this brilliant light I
turn my face to its warmth It
heals me, fills my heart With
joy The
sun rises Its
brilliance chases away The
darkness of despair I
am alive! I
am warm! I
open my eyes and you are here with me You
take my hand and we walk into the sunrise As
one. "Sunset"
(for DB) -- 1/20/2004
The sun of my world has set "Tender
Conversations" -- 9/1/2001 Tender
conversations Lasting
long into the night Our
souls are bare before each other But
then we hang up, and you are gone Back
to the man you love The
things I feel Should
not be there We
are from different worlds But
my heart melts when I look upon you But
you see a friend The
love that I feel Is
the most difficult thing in the world Unheralded,
unreturned You
smile at me, you call me 'friend' And
you are gone, back into his arms The
jealousy I feel knows no bounds In
my eyes he is Evil incarnate But
yet, if he is so wrong How
can he make you so happy? My
heart is confused, so confused. For
if he makes you happy, Is
that not good? But
yet it's not me there with you Wrong,
right; right, wrong My
soul screams into the night in anguish I
have been down this road before It
leads only to pain and ruin But
can I divert myself From
the path of destruction? Only
time can tell Time
so sweet, time so full of pain Published
in The Path Into the Light, International Library of Poetry Jessica
Rapisharda, Editor. pg 114 There
is a girl With
eyes of forever And
a smile like a new day Dawning
after a storm Her
skin is soft Like
the gently blowing breeze With
a promise of springtime Carried
upon its breath But
she does not see me, This
creature of the gods To
her I am just a leaf Washed
away with the rains. I
am nothing to her, This
child of the dawn But
yet I yearn To
touch her brilliance But
to touch such brilliance Would
burn like fire And
turn me to ash To
be blown away, forgotten So
here I am Unburned,
yet touched In
the heart by so beautiful a creature That
I can see, yet cannot touch "Thinking
of You" -- 8/11/2001 I
climb the hill And
think of you Always,
you are on my mind I
walk in the forest Among
the towering trees The
birds and crickets sing A
song of you Atop
the mountain beak Above
the clouds so high Cold
wind whipping about Still
my thoughts wander to you Atop
the rolling sea Hurricane
winds trying To
blow me down I
am thinking of you. I
am in the desert Sun
beating down But
try as it may, it cannot Burn
away my thoughts of you The
forest is solitude I
am totally alone Wandering
aimlessly Without
you The
mountain is adversity For
I cannot have you In
this the world Is
lined up against me The
sea is despair For
without your love I
despair Of
each coming day The
desert is the heat Burning
inside of me My
heart burns A
fire for your love Soon
I shall leave this life To
go someplace far away But
still my thoughts will dwell upon you You
will be with me until my dying day I
see my soul reflected in your eyes My
thoughts upon your lips Does
your spirit yearn for my touch As
my heart beats in loneliness? We
are as one, siblings in an unholy trinity Two
hearts and one Twirling
in the dance of pain Anguish
is our music, our rhythm is betrayal A
union such as ours can bring only unhappiness Maiden,
lover, protector Swirling
in an endless maelstrom Unable
to touch, yet unable to flee What
is it we seek? Love,
happiness, contentment? These
drag us down into the water I
cannot swim. Starlight The
moon over the ocean The
sun breaking through the clouds A
shooting star The
first rays of dawn Waves
crashing to shore The
silence of night A
baby's cry A
look passed between two lovers The
sweat of passion Tears
of frustration The
pounding of my heart The
strength of conviction All
these things and more Remind
me of you Starlight
illuminating your face The
moon shining in your eyes Your
smile bringing light to my world A
shooting star to wish for your love My
slowly wearing away at you My
nights are oh-so-silent The
cry of our children yet-to-be The
look I wish we could share Passion
that is not yet ours Frustration
because we are not My
heart pounds whenever you are near I
am patient. We will be together someday. The warrior goes into the deep Over a chasm he dares to leap Through a door he opts to go In search of his most elusive foe He walks deeper into the dark 'Til his straining eyes discern a mark That shows the wyrm is in its room His steel slides out to seal its doom Stealthily he walks but stops to stare For here lies the dragon within its lair. Tail like an oaken log, claw like a scythe Our hero exhales slowly; his insides a-writhe The beast is enormous! Its breath trails smoke Left over from burning some innocent folk. The dragon is Evil, its intentions are bad Thinking of this, our hero becomes mad! He raises his sword, a challenge he does shout To invite the dragon into a little bout. The great eyes open, and cast here and there Then narrow as they see the knight in its lair. It raises its head, "Who is it that would dare To disturb me in my slumber and enter my lair?" "A knight I do see, a revolting little man, In that silly armor you appear as a can!" "I will burn you and crush you and claw you and bite, Unless you remove yourself from my sight. But before I allow to leave and to flee, Put down on your knees and pay homage to me!" "I'll do no such thing, you vile old snake! For this there are too many lives at stake. I have come to slay thee, thou bane of all men, And then I will burn this hell of a den!" The dragon just stared, then took a huge breath, Then with a smirk on its face, the dragon blew death. Fire lashed out, soon over was the fight... No more was e'er heard from the poor, foolish knight. This isn't really a poem so much
as things that wish I would have or could have said to various significant
others in my life. The idea was borrowed from an
Alanis Morisette song of the same name. Dear Dawn,
Dear Dana, Taylor Gom is the name of a character I
played one rainy weekend up at Ithaca College in New York. My friend
Andrew Elkins ran the game, sort of a live-action Dungeons & Dragons
game. It was intensely fun, despite the deluge. Taylor had sort of a
muddled russian accent that I made even worse by trying to speak in it all
weekend. Dynaclesius was played by my other good friend, Ron
Daniels. "Wampire" chronicles the goings-on of the weekend, from
the beginning to the rather climactic end. The original work was in 3
parts, all of which are reproduced for you here. Wampire: Poems by Taylor Gom ---------More Wampire: Poems by Taylor Gom --------- End of Wampire: Poems by Taylor Gom
My Commute (6.2.03)
Getting further and further every day
I no longer have the will to fight
Simply don't care about wrong or right
Ill deeds seem to follow me
I cannot seem to ever break free
All I care for, all I know
Turns to darkness, turns to stone
All my intentions they are lack
I think my life should fade to black
When I am gone maybe you'll see
How much you really meant to me
You took my love and threw it back
Maybe my life should fade to black
Everything is stripped from me
All I care for, all I see
I can't seem to get them back
It is time for life to fade to black...
I would see perfection
Sorry, just felt like rhyming.
There is nothing to me
that fills my heart with such glee
Though quicker to work I will be
Unless I go to far and end up on Route 3
Than my Ez-Pass
As I drive so fast
While sitting on my ass
Navigating through drivers so crass
In my car
It has On-Star
I get off at Exit 15, Route 3 is too far
When it gets hot, squishy is the tar
On which my car does ride
The lane I drive is usually on the left side
From the State Troopers I try to hide
Because the speed laws I do not abide
They're way too slow
Past other drivers do I blow
Unless there's too much snow
In which case I go slow
Because if I don't I will crash
And my car I would smash
Into my airbag would I bash
And get whiplash
Then Newark EMS would come
And look at me like I'm dumb
But Newark really is one big slum
I'm tired from talking, can I have soe gum?
You have taken its warmth away
To shine on another
I am left with the cold starlight
You are just another star in the sky
Cold, uncaring, distant
With no warmth to share
Close enough to see and to yearn for
But too far to embrace
The wind whispers taunts in my ear
"Look at those stars, up there in the sky
"So beautiful and bright.
"Each one is a love burning brightly.
"But why are you here in such darkness?
"Where is your sun?"
My only answer is to look away.
For my sun has set, it is gone from my life
The night is cold.
So very cold.
You were the experiment.
We were each others' firsts
We didn't last long
And soon after you self-destructed
But you will always have a special place in my heart.
Dear Jessica,
My high school sweetheart.
Anytime I think of the late 80s
I think of you
Dear Lauralee,
You were the inbetween
I used you pretty shamelessly
And for that I am sorry.
Dear Colleen,
My employee.
Our relationship was rather uneventful
Marked by boredom
Yet you are one of the few
That I still speak to.
Dear Pam,
You were my first "other girl".
That night in my car
In the mall parking lot
Was pretty special,
I'm sorry I wrecked it by leaving on that call.
Dear Monica,
We were never meant to be.
You a virgin and me a goyum.
One thing I want you to know,
Your mother lied; I DID call that night.
Dear Andrea,
Somewhere out there
Beneath the pale moonight
Someone's thinking of me
And loving me tonight.
I still look at the North Star sometimes
And think of what we had
Great Adventure was never the same
Dear Kristine,
Part of me still loves you.
I will always think of you
And wonder where you are,
And what you are doing.
You were my "this never happens to me" girl.
Dear Sue,
Or should I say "June"?
I was the "other guy" with you,
But I think what we had was special.
Dear Jan,
I am sorry.
I was in love with your best friend the whole time
Though she rebuked me.
I messed that up from the beginning,
You're the only girl to ever break up with me first.
I'm sorry.
Dear Dan-Thuy,
A few stolen kisses at night
Was all we had.
I was too old, you too young.
Dear Jessica S.,
My dancer. I was your mentor.
For a night.
Dear Jen,
You were the most dysfunctional relationship
I've ever been in.
I slept with your sister,
You slept with the entire department.
Our breakup was the hardest thing I've ever done.
Dear Lucy,
You are the "young one".
One of the biggest mistakes I've ever made
Was to leave you.
I think of you often, and hope that you are happy.
Dear Katie,
We weren't meant to be.
What we had was very sweet,
But I held on way too long.
In that I did you a great disservice.
We both cheated and lied, and in the end we don't even talk.
Would that I could have been happy with you.
Dear Anna,
We tried the long distance thing
For a long long time
In the end it didn't work.
I'll always have a special place in my heart for you,
And hope that if I ever come to your end of the world
We can still be friends.
Dear Daniela,
You are the world to me.
The one girl that I would love to be with
Had circumstance and fate not come between us.
That night in my apartment
Will always be special to me.
I will always be in love with you.
Dear Kim,
I understand that it will be quite some time
Before we will talk again.
What we had was wrong,
Yet it felt very right.
I hope that life treats you kindly
And that you will look south and think of me
Every now and then.
It could be said that I took advantage of you
But I don't think that either of us regret.
Dear Tracey,
I love you too much
From the beginning I felt that what we had
Was differnet, more endearing.
You have lots of baggage still,
Though I don't know how much of that is your mother.
We see each other for an hour a week,
None of that alone.
Fate and circumstance again
But so far we've held on.
Our relationship is rocky and timultuous.
Will we survive?
Dearest Tracey,
Since I wrote you last
We went our separate ways
You say you don't love me
Like you used to
That, plus time
Have conspired against us
Will we ever be again?
I love you so much
It's like a physical pain
Do I hold on in hope?
Will we be, once again?
Or will you find another
Only to destroy me again?
My lost love Tracey,
You've found another
So soon after we ended
It wasn't the time after all
But the We
That you found unacceptable
I wish you happiness
Though it still causes me great pain.
You are the one that got away.
Dear Amy,
My high-risk love
Ours was a fleeting moment
Lost in the flow of time.
You had too many issues
That I wasn't able - or willing - to deal with.
Dear Martha,
My doctor.
Another long distance love
Doomed from the start
My timing was off as usual.
If fate were kind
Perhaps we would be.
You have your own entry now.
My time with you was short and stormy
But when we were together
I was young again.
You showed me that I could still do things
That I'd long ago given up on.
I have a new outlook on life because of you.
For that I will love you always.
By Taylor Gom
Begeenink
In this fahking rain
My armour rust
It vorn by me
And my friend Dyn-cles-yus
A wampire keel
His lovely vife
If ve find him ve cut him
Vith my knife
So ve valk all day
And all night too
Ve valk so fahking long
I need new shoe.
Ve come to tavern
In zhe fohrest
Zhere many peoples there
I tink I am tallest
Ve sit and ve talk
And Dyncleesyus he flirt
Zat guy so horny
I tink he sleep vit dirt
Ve meet all thees people
But I say vit dread
I not remember their names
(Because now I dead)
They no like the wampire
So ve say: "kick ass"
Ve going to fight heem
And ve vill stand lass
So I go tracking
On muddy road
Get all kind of crap
On all of my cloath
But then I find camp
Of wampire and fellows
I rahn back to camp
But monsters they bellows
They rahn faster than I
So een fading light
I turn round
And settle to fight
They five, I one
Not wery fair
So I turn on my heel
To get hell out of there
I rahn into forest
Hoping to hide
But monsters they come after
"Death death" they cried
I big and fat
I cannot rahn far
Damn goblin stick dagger
Into my hahrt
So I die
But then I wake up
Looking into eye
Of leetle man who say:
Taylor, you not have to die
I save your life
Ain't I nice guy?
But when I call my wampires
Your friends, they must die
I scary now
So I run back to camp
To see me again, friends are jumping
But Shadow, I theenk she know
That my heart not pumping
But she not say no word
We sit down and eat
I theenking in my mind
This spell I must beat
Thees end part 1 of "Wampire", being poems by Taylor Gom.
By Taylor Gom
By Taylor Gom
Meedle
So Shadow she theenk
With Gom sometheek wrong
So she stick heeling gruel in mouth
With spoon, really long
Eet burn me like fire
Dis stuff on the spoon
Worse than bad wudka
Gom start to swoon
But leetle man show up
Put hand on my chest
Say "You healed and fine now
"Now go and to rest"
So I go and rest
Like leetle man say
But I not can hold dagger
Give me heebie-jeebies today
So I pick up by hilt
To get it far from me
Give to Dyn-cles-yus
Give to heem for free
So he says "why you do this
"Giving dagger to me
"Thees special veapon
"Keel wampire with glee"
I geev heem bad excuse
And he dake dagger avay
Not notice something wong
Vith me thees day
I shrug and go back
To my bench by ze fire
I try to warn heem
I no longer hees squire
Soon a guy vith shiny armor
Stand up and yell:
"Eet iz time to go keel bad guys
Ve go send them back to hell"
Vhy dhey vant to take zem to Newark?
SO ve all line up
All pretty like parade
Dyn-cles-yus look sad
Today, ne not get laid
So ve valk down muddy road
To the monster's lair
Dyn-cles-yus give to me sword
"I have two, thees one get in my hair"
I look at sword he give to me
If I still breathe, I would gasp
He geev me special magic sword
Now victory is in bad guy's grasp
I look at magic guy
And he look at Gom
Ve shrug and look forward
That Dyn-cles-yus sure ees dom
Thees end part 2 of "Wampire", being poems by Taylor Gom.
By Taylor Gom
You like, no?
By Taylor Gom
End
So ve valk and ve valk
And then ve valk some more
Til ve get to camp
Ees camp of bad guy? Sure.
Ve all stop
A beeg show of force
To make bad guy quake in boots
He shout at us, his voice ees hoarse
He say: "You guys go back
From vhence you deed com
Else I make beeg death
And beet heads like drum"
Good guy shout back
He say "fucks at you"
"Ve com to keel yous"
"Ve not stop until ve throo"
Bad guy take beeg sigh
Then give to us a look of black
Een voice that echo from hills
He say: "My wampires, attack!"
Suddenly is chaos
Peepol running all aroun
I look up een surprise
By my sword, Dyn-clee-sus ees down!
Though my soul eet does cry
My body, he vil not listen
I go to keel next guy
I very good, am not missin
I keel warriors
And the princess, her too
I look for next veectim
But see guy come out of blue
He look at me, I feel power
So much I think I bake
He move robe aside
And say "I have vooden stake"
I so full of terror
I rooted to spot
He plunge stake into my chest
(that hurt a real lot)
Vith first thrust of stake
I feel life begin to drain
I fall to ground
Een hell of lots and pain
I die.
Again.
For good thees time.
Really! I still die! I not alive now. I writing this from dead. Really! No shits!
I finally find answer to old Russian proverb: Dead men really do tell tales.
Thees end part 3 of "Wampire", being poems by Taylor Gom
By Taylor Gom
Thees also end whole saga of Taylor Gom, because he dead