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16 Apr 2006

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Broken Melody

Emotion painted
Upon canvas of
Shivering flesh
A blind artist’s gift

Another holds the hands
Slightly shaking
Sweat drenched grip
Of the one that holds the self

Bitter heart weeps
Cries for the masterpiece
That hangs within flesh
Like anchored soul

Lost light lies
Telling false truths
Prelude to darkness
Life’s epilogue

And anger swells
As anger oft does
As she holds me
Without knowing

Without knowing
Of small particles
That create all that is
And all that was

All emotion
Trapped within
Without they ripple
Upon her skin

We love on levels hidden
You and I silently
Watched by those
With blinded hearts

But eyes can never see
As the cruel can never touch
As she can never touch
What lies within me

What lies within me is void
Of dark that is void of song
Sunless fields
Where nightshade blossoms

Is unchained heart yearning
So strong she feels palpably
So weak in her eyes
That it is barely visible

Tempting a target for temptation
Empty of thought we move
Consciously avoiding thinking
In the end we love

As if in one second
All will be lost

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23 Mar 2006

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Opportunities Past

Gliding, like bird, low over ground
Never touching soil

She runs over the pavement of my mind
Each footfall echoes like thunder within my
Inner ear

Beauty graces the scene
Artistry of a nature unparalleled

To my grave will this graven image follow me
To this day does that perfection inspire

Flawless flower of woman blossomed
Ocean deep the feelings stirred

Like river flood, rush of thoughts
Aphrodite unveiled

Heaven parts and you step forward
Fog my thought and then disappear

Gift of sight, feast for eyes, inspiration
For that one moment I truly submit
And ask for your forgiveness

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2 Jan 2006

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August 22, 1787

Fatigued from running
Through the universe of thoughts
That exists as a single incident in his mind
He rests, weary of everything

Stopping he seats himself
On the edge of a reality
Defined by diseased greens
And torn pavements
Still awaiting the towns nurturing hand

Carbon copies of what life once was

He yearns for leisure
A freedom earned by struggle
Day to day as regular as suns and moons
Cycles of life and death unending

Currents that ebb and flow
With the coming of today’s bill
Added to yesterday’s stack

The regularity of nicotine puffs
Reminiscent of a steam engine
Crying change up the Delaware
For all to see

About August 22, 1787

I was inspired to write this poem after reading a little about the inventor John Fitch. He was messing around with steam engines, and made the first public demonstration of it on August 22, 1787. It was a trial run of the steam boat “Perseverance” on the Delaware river.

What really caught my imagination was the fact that the Constitutional Convention was happening, and many delegates came to see it. I wonder if them seeing that self-propelled boat made them think of the future. I wonder if it propelled them into finalizing or modifying some of the thought that went into creating the US Constitution.

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2 Jan 2006

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Mendacious

Walls deteriorate
Peel back like severed flesh
Or truth, shining through
Layer, after thick
Greasy sometimes bloody
Layer of lies

A night lover
False affection
For right prices

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2 Dec 2005

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A Metaphor

Fellated soul releases into the ever spreading darkness

Come
She whispered

And thus was our trade

A metaphor

*Inspired By A Very, Very Good Poet

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1 Dec 2005

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Morning

We slowly fell asleep that night
Between us, snoring loudly
Lay our doubts

Our desires lay upon the floor
Dead to the world

Awakened by heat
I found the sun
Where a woman once laid

And my doubts burned away
As yours were quietly laid to rest

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1 Dec 2005

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The Colour of Her Eyes

A moonlight dream
A mirror’s glare
Heaven trapped
A star blazing above rainbow colored glass

The sun spinning in twin patterns
Infinity captured in dreamy frames
Light focusing through crystal eternity
Angry hell fire flaring

An ageless universe
Multifaceted diamonds
The rarest of jewels
Dancing souls

Forever twinkling spirits
A hypnotizing perpetuity
Time without end

Lidded clarity
Reflections of life
Embryo of love

Your eyes

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11 Jun 2005

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If She Would Have Told Me

If you would have told me
That you loved me
With that half smirk
Betraying the truth of
Four separate nights
Two of talk
One of play
And one
Of course
Of us

Endless telephone conversations
Innocent beginnings…

No
Truly

Picture
A bus stop encounter
Finding common ground
Work, hometown, lifestyle

The almost year long absence
Then, like purple out of the blue
You
Just checking to see…

You
Young still
Though senior to me
Asking to meet
Reacquaint
…drink

You who came in the night
Attractive, shaped like thunder
And oh so married you…

Then I would have closed my eyes
Inhaled you, mana turned vapor
Embraced you as long lost bond
Found again when the hope was gone

If you would have told me

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7 Apr 2005

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And If You Should Walk

And if you should walk
The walk of kings
Through courts of sea mist
Through halls of knights

And if you should talk
As rolling tongued royal
To the highest of highs
Though slave you may be

And if you should speak
To the lowest form
And shun he who holds
The throne

Than sir I say
Or madam
You are truly of the blessed
Gifted beyond genius
I am humbled in your midst

And if you can please
The majority
Yet make the minorities smile
If you feel your inferiority
In the presence of a child
But feel as god when amongst
The beasts that are scattered in this wild
Land of opportunities
Where monsters dress in style

Then you my friend are amongst the best
The pure untainted wish of god made flesh

You my friend are never less
Never more than perfect

Oh yes you may have flaws
But you are a giant amongst the small

And if you can love without being loved
And regret not one moment of life

Then you my friend
Are truly like The moon that lights the night
The center stage, dramatic wave
The hand that points the sight
The move from wrong to right

The catalyst that brings the change

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17 Dec 2004

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Being Attractive

Like the flower at night
Underneath moon
Shining its own ethereal glow

Like the waves pushing
Unseen currents to break
The beach of my thought

Like the sun’s brilliance
Eternity begotten on the breath
Of a single word

Divine symmetrical beauty
Genes transcending time
Just to outline your shape
In those jeans

You are attractive

Like the thought of death
When all is lost and hope
Is but a feather, floating
Through a void of nothingness

You are the strength to grab it
And with it, the strength to fly

You are the book
My feelings authored and defined
by You

The dawn and the thunder
The shadow and the wave
The silence and the darkness
The black the white the gray

The tree’s age rings uncounted
The thought of pleasant change
The rare delight, the compass
The pleasure and the pain

The written word that sings
You are all those things

Attractive

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