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9 Apr 2007
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Tears from fire
Shed blood for blood
The pain of the flesh
Reflects the pleasure
Toss fate into the wind
Caution to the waves
And breathe deeply
Inhale the breath of the universe
Exhale darkness
Catch a single grain of sand
On the tip of an eye lash
And dream of deserts
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9 Apr 2007
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The ambiance of the child bearer
Visualization is lost
Screaming spreads religious thought
Children pity adults and follow each other
Peer pressure made me do it
Close my eyes and go back
To the third person
him her it
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30 Mar 2007
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And so it flows
Of, and yet forming
Universal spirit
Black and expansive
Sending unto all
Sentiments of the cerebral
Seasons like lovers
Beauty trapped in the void
To release it
Ruin
Therefore
Beauty in death
Pandora’s observation
Flowing
Free of burden
Laden with continuance
Perpetuation
The ending
Is the beginning
Of forever
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20 Mar 2007
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It was one of those nights
When lunar wombs
Became pregnant
With the words of distant stars
And gray matter preached
Of the existence of an
Inter/Inner planetary fire
That burns
Into ashes
That I blow
Away into infinity
Causing the birth
Of a new universe
As I tap the cigarette ash
Into the ashtray
I wonder
Does this then make me God
This power over life and death
Though this life and that death
May only be my own
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18 Mar 2007
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It came one night and told me
From beneath a cowl of utter night
Starless and stark its smile spread
And chilled me like the thought of death
Nihility it muttered and
Nothingness it said
While saying nothing
As the one hand
That clapped
Echoing in my skull
Lonely and alone
Hungry to atone
To that which lies beyond my sight
Upon an empty throne
Deliver me I cried to night
Save me from the flood
Of emptiness and nothingness
That lies to flower’s bud
For to bloom like seasons lost
And come again too soon
Only to become the corpse
Of day that passed to noon
I wither
and die
and pray
that Limbo is
but an acrobatic dance
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18 Mar 2007
4 CommentsA world within
Where feelings end and life begins
Called thought
Where the process that turns
The ethereal into a man dead
Rationale to feed his kids
Where those questions dwell
Never asked out loud
But fermenting into a false fact
It becomes a given
That your man is in all truth
Sleeping around
A world within
Where feelings end and life begins
Called thought
Where the process that turns
The ethereal into a solid hate
So strong
That skin color
Or hair or eye or flag
Becomes not one of a spectrum
But one of the enemy
So light or so dark
Was his soul
That he knew salvation lay
Within his own mind
And no others
Blood was spilled that day
And everyday thereafter
A world within
Where feelings end and life begins
Called thought
Where the process that turns
One misspoken word
Into misguided deed
Turns old feelings into new life
For better or for worse
A marriage of electricity
And synapse and impulse
Also known as
God’s sense of humor
Called thought
Punch line reached
Laugh or cry or die
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14 Mar 2007
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It struggles to be noticed
Amongst a million of its brothers
All vying for attention
Armless yet reaching
It remembers when
They were but one
And yearns to return
To before
It remembers the womb
And aches to tell
Me of existence
As I walk this
Sandy shore
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14 Mar 2007
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Fortune told like mirrors reflect
Life in continuance
Stuck in perpetual innocence
Without the benefits
Waters that flow
A rapid repetitiveness
Sea of life dying
From lack of intelligence
Drinking to sate
But that thirst he will never quench
As man drains the Gaia fountain
While searching for better gifts
Fortune like mirrors
Disguises benevolence
Or reveals his malevolence
True image is reticent
For the truth is three sided
Translucent and elegant
An illusion disguised
As a proof that’s Heaven sent
But the truth of the truth
Is that truth is irrelevant
A sickness man made
Who holds then the medicine
Connections like joints
Ties that bind us to all
Hidden strings pulled by hands
That the eye can’t behold
Hidden waves hidden ways
That you or I cannot control
Hidden grave called the flesh
Where laid to rest are our souls
For we can do nothing
But what we are told
So we swim and we drown
Or we drive and we fold
Or we fire reload
Our desire we grow
Or we falter and wither
Like a rose in the cold
Like deer in the headlights
Water to snow
Back to water then vapour
Then where do we go
Mirrors reflect
What our fortunes unfold
Or vice versa
We search for a reason to know
Of creation life’s sea
Cup the waters and drink it
What would you give up
For eternal damnation
Asked he who had
Taken for his occupation
The taking of lives
For no compensation
With soft susurrations
Seduced by the nascent
Designs of mankind
As a people or nation
This means they make vows
And pledges of sanction
Thus seeing false freedoms
Our eyes become vacant
We are as children
Still stumbling and naked
Our guardians party
While we get neglected
Fortune reflects
But the image mistaken
For mirrors show truths
Like a falsified statement
We are ephemeral
Skin deep epidermal
Made up of stars
Therefore we are eternal
Knowing all this
We still search for a kernel
Of wisdom of knowledge
We travel in circles
Fortune reflected
By mirrors of truth
Obtuse is the mind
Of those that accuse
Acute the design
Redefined in its prime
By presidents dead
Or by innocents dying
By spooks in the skies
By truth in the eyes
Of a child as he hears
How those truths turn to lies
Catch the wave baby
Bring truth to fight
So our troops then can see
How those truths are denied
Catch the wave baby
Go fishing in thought
Remembrance so deep
That past lives may get caught
Fortunes and mirrors
Reflect from far off
As the image gets closer
The meanings get lost
In winter we die
In the spring rose the corpse
Summer heat passion brings
Autumn preludes the frost
Caress wind and rain
And be unto yourself
A season and reason
Our freedoms need help
Mirrors and fortunes
And all is distortion
And all is in flux
So deception in motion
Its mental contortion
Their simple extortions
Trade life for illusion
A whole for a portion
Revenge is best served
Like meals to a coffin
Who eats when the corpse
Is feeding the corpses
Revenge is best served
When it’s chilled and it’s cold
Large bodies of ice
Moving shaping the world
Oyster the earth
Pressure I am the pearl
Coal turned diamond in rough
From concrete roses unfurled
Like straightening fetus
Escape from the curl
Escape from the body
The rigmarole
Like monkey to man
We escaped from the fold
Like the sifting of sands
We filtered our souls
Look to your hand
And see fortunes get told
Keep to the plan
And don’t fear the unknown
If a god is the writer
Then we are its poem
The world is its novel
Just one of it’s tomes
The title the volume
We struggle to know
We die in the effort
We stuttered our growth
Like the basic human reflex
To detect change and correct
All that is not themselves
So we just fake the effect
Arrogance like two dots
And one line can create
The human face without flesh
One circle contains and connects
Fortune told like mirrors reflect
Life in continuance
Stuck in perpetual innocence
Without the benefits
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Look to the flower
For it is a living metaphor
For all things
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23 Nov 2006
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Test the waters
The surface breaks
Ripples are the daughters
Of the stone as it sinks
Into the river
Reflections of vain beauty
Narcissus shivers
In the presence
Of detection of his sins
Making of him Man the Lesser
Manic depressive
To drown sinking stone
Return to the essence
Aphrodite born from the waves
Every mans mistress
Chasing her until the grave
Divination of the question
That is whispered to the air
And to the gods
There is no answer
And to man there is no reason
So he closes up his mind
And in his rhyme can be glimpsed
The query and the mystery
Of his lies to himself
Narcissus stares at a still pool
I am beautiful
Echoes through
The earths crusted womb
I am better
I am all the grace of symmetry
Set divinely in a face
Worth gazing at until
I turn to dust
When I decay
And it echoed through
The dust of which
All common man is made
And it echoed and it echoes
Until the silence takes its place
Suicidal stone being watched
As it sinks from the corner of
His eye as his vision slowly dies
There was a vision of the sky
As waves of sound traveled by
Through the cavern of his thought
With tantalizing throaty cries
I am beautiful
Waved the flower
I am all the grace of symmetry
Set divinely petaled face
Love me love me not
The maiden plucked
And beauty breaks
In the distance
Rippled daughters
Languid sighs
Bemoaning fathers fate
Symmetry set divinely
Floating circles in its wake
As it faded slowly
From her vision
With dying breath
The stone sank
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22 Apr 2007
0 CommentsHome Away
Home Away
Wooden floorboards
Brown piano keys
Form a crazy melody
Stained with black
Marks – memories
Of old chewing gum
Left by careless child
Made permanent
By the trod of
Unseeing foot wear
Fused into less than
Intricate patterns
In need of a lot more
Than the push of the
Broom or the polish
Of a mop
Home away / From home
A small grate, obdurate
Defying the floor board’s
Complete dominance
Unused Chimney –
Dust claiming soot’s
Living area – bordered
By ornate figurines and
Decorations, peculiar odds
Curious ends
Picture frames
Suspended on cracked
Walls – rewind time
Old proprietress now young
Perpetual frown, now
Eternal smile
Home away / From home
Paper laid like leaves
Over this landscape
Of earth tones, books
Begging for attention
Yet lying unnoticed
Neglected clothing, only re-
Membered on wash day
And sometimes not even then
As the dirty sock peeking
From underneath the couch
Can surely attest
Haphazard precarious
Room in need of a sign
CAUTION!
Home away / From home
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