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March 28, 2008

 

a lightless
void
of
soundless
vacuum

spinning
masses
of
revolving
orbs

hurtling
fragments
in
crystalline
vapors

molten
cores

mingled
gasses

dead husks

black
holes

a
frozen
dance
of chaos
on the
tentative
edge
of balance

attractions
and
repulsions
of precarious
fragility

magnificent
obscurity

unquenchable
wonder

unrealized
dreams

untethered rubble

relativity’s
fabric
tangled
in the cloth
of
time

reality’s
illusion
set in
fantasy’s
foundation

the ultimate
frontier

unfounded
fear

hope
adventure
catastrophe

humankind’s
triumph
and
sad folly

the
seductive
promise
of
a future

our
salvation

infinity’s
threshold

the eternal
question

the elusive
answer

the
everlasting
bastion
of
never-ending
truth

a
constant
listening

a
longing call

home of
the
gods

the
fountainhead
of myths
religions
and other
odd
superstitions

a reason
why

a source
of
mystery
font of
knowledge
cause
of
fiction

Heinlein’s
cathedral

the unknown
of
the
unknowable

ever
expanding
everything

and

nothingness
absolute

…space is

 

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March 22, 2008

 

radiant
nude
of silken
skin

translucent
alabaster
blaze

torrid
as a
teen’s
temptation

now
leaned low
before me
yearning

stiletto’d
feet
on carpet
firm

availed
discretely
forward
bent

stimulated
hot
with craving

your graceful
face
is tilted
back

held aloft
so
delicate

my fingers
tangled
in
your hair

your forearms
rest on
velvet
sheets

eyes
aflame
in sapphire
need

blatant
in your
fetched
seduction

back
softly bowed
like
silk desire

in
supple taper
warm
and glowing

smoldering
in
golden light
that falls
satin soft
‘cross
nape
of neck

a wonderland
for
fingertips

to touch
and feel
and tantalize

I explore
your
tingling
body

soul-addictive
luscious
form

divinely-pleasing
sculpted
vessel

brought forth
by
Aphrodite’s
hand

from which
hangs full
and ripe
your
fruit

of
tender flesh
caught
silhouette

enticing
in
the candle’s
shine

fondled
by my
hungry
eyes

that
stroke
and tweak
the
blossomed
berries

that burst
engorged
with
passion’s heat

that taunt
my tongue
to twirl
‘round

my teeth
to nip
in playful tug

draw
to
my lips
now
lewdly
moist

to
take
and taste
in eager
suckle

I wrap
willful hands
of pleasured
probing

round
slender waist
then slowly
slide

down
pleading hips
of
sensuous rise

that fall
into
erotic
folds
molded
by the hands
of Venus

dual
swells
of
burning myth

that writhe
atop
two
lathened stems

turned
by angels
with
great care

tempered
in a
sacred
fire

long
and lithe
as liquid
love

stretched
taut
raised high
on
6” heels

proud
defined
and
goddess buff

enough
to make one
want
to stuff

to thrust
and thrust
in randy
lust

’til
passion’s
seed
has turned
to dust

and my
wanton
carnal
flame
is snuffed

 

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March 16, 2008

 

their fire
and
light
incandesce
my essence

burn deep
my soul

trouble
my spirit

unsettle
my being

ignite
my wonder

whet
my
seeker’s vessel
with need
to be
filled full

at once
familiar

yet
exotically foreign

strange

wrongly boxed
but
exquisitely
wrapped

in angst
indignation
longing
discovery
loss
love

with all these

and
infinitely more

they reach
to a hollow place
deep within

echoing
my past

awakening
my myths

exposing
that which
I embrace
in the moment

as truth

stirring my pain
my anger
my loneliness

my hope

offering
just enough answer
that I combust
with questions

sacred uncertainties

I’m held
suspended
in inquiry

in memories
of neverwas

enrapt
by your
careful words

transfixed
by mystery

elevated
by insight

impaled
by vision

spellbound

 

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March 2, 2008

 

I hear
chill winds of time

rise in dissonance

seasons of cold rain
hiss and tick
the weathered panes

I feel
life’s essence slowly slip
my being’s grip

it’s warmth
ever-fading

the pall and ache
wrap firm my bones

suppress my spirit

slowly steal
my living core

I know despair
of rigid form

drained of vital sap

drawn and withered

robbed
of flex and grace

I watch
my light of memory
dim

my pool of knowledge
cloud

I see beloved leave

one
by
one

beyond my call

to depart the joy
and chaos

of this temporal plane

what remains
is sorrowed pain

then

I hear you
call my name

summon me
to your embrace

to sooth and comfort
my discontent

to draw me
into your sphere of faith

that life is good

that we are blessed
just to have known
all this

and in that moment

I too believe

 

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March 1, 2008

 

muted void
in
soundless gape

through which
language stumbles

strangles
struggles
stutters

fails

cruel fate
impales the heart
of broca

thus
grasp-less meaning

darklinged
amorphous

ever-elusive

tongue-less
exasperation

unsaid frustration

‘round and down
cerebral corridors
in search of words

unfound

unbound to sound
of worth

or clarity

dispossessed
of diction

of spoken function

of comprehension

and yet
to nearly know

but no

lost
just below awareness

it fogs and fades
unformed

and so to stumble
struggle
stutter

to stammer

but all within

trapped

in a soundless
prison

expressionless
as stone

alone

and silenced

 

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February 9, 2008

 

heard it
all
before

empty
platitude

feigned
gratitude

promised
beatitude

false
attitude

no latitude
of vision

toxic
agenda

single-minded
lust

for power
dominance
control

megalo

your god
of
need

mammon

your god
of
greed

inaptitude
to lead

ineptitude
to know

no rectitude
to
even
care

walking dead

talking head

voice
of
the machine

that gives
you
life

conjurs
your
image

makes
you
dance

pitiful
puppet

powerless
dominated
controlled

mindless
specter

ghost
of
the machine

ghost
in
the machine

of
life

shell
blight
parasite

mouthpiece
mr. webster

manipulated
nominated
elevated

so dangerous

 

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January 26, 2008

 

distant
slurred
reverberant

like a voice
in a canyon

I hear her calling
in my mind

my name
rolling
sweet as nectar

from lips

soft
as orchid petals

full
as a bursting peach

glistening
deep coral

as they wrapped
softly
‘round each
pouted syllable

when she bid me
tender farewell
so long ago

our fingertips
had strained
to grasp

until
the final sensation
of warmth

of touch

had faded

and they had
drifted apart

I had struggled
to tear my eyes
from her
tears

that glistened
on her lashes

and around
her swollen
crystal blues

to slip softly
over the crests
of her velvet
cheeks

then
down the contour
of her face

flushed as sunset

to lightly salt
her quivering lips

and
as I passed

numb and dazed

through the tunnel
of the
loading gate

toward the jet
that took me
to hell

I had
at that moment

locked the image

of that sorrowed
face of love

deep in my heart

It had proved
my salvation

my only grasp
on sanity
in those
horrific years

my lips
too
had quivered
on that day

with the sting
of separation

and the chilling
knowledge
I would
soon taste
the bitter blood
of war

foul with the
stench of death

having not yet
departed

I had already
longed
to gaze again

into her
brilliant blue eyes

and taste
her sweetness

yet

as I return
this day

trying to face
reality from
30,000 feet

I taste the salt
of sadness

for I fear

a kiss
from me

with my killer’s
mouth

will forever defile
the fragile innocence
of those
luscious lips

soft
as orchid petals
full
as a bursting peach

that glistened
and quivered

when last we parted

 

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January 21, 2008

 

she
is away
1 • 2 • 3 days

I am dis-spoused
for this time

getting reacquainted
with myself

my
self
that is not
a part of her

reacquainted

also
I think of her

she
who is away
1 • 2 • 3 days
and 2 nights

gritty
piercing nights

of dangerous navigation
into the id

into the dark place
of primal fear
irrational insecurity

but enough

I also visit
sweet memories

of her
at twenty four

dewy
vulnerable
beautiful

the day we met

she
is away

now

I am
getting reacquainted
with my
self
that feels love

that misses her

away
1 • 2 • 3 days

 

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January 20, 2008

 

that is unquestionably joy
in a most unexpected place

in the eyes of an innocent
cruel society deems disabled

bent and stooped
drawn in
unimaginably twisted

confined to constant care
and his rolling metal chair

his gentle eyes
reflect a wonder
my jaded soul
has long since lost

by vanity extinguished

his timeless spirit
knows only trust
it pours forth
from his being

he rocks
and waves
and vibrates

his person full alive
his essence full aware

wholly in the now

positioned close
to the modest stage
he is enraptured by the rhythm
enthralled by the magic

the band plays fast
the band plays slow
the band plays loud
the band plays soft

he is filled with every note
every beat
every nuance

he experiences an ecstasy
at which I can only marvel

its purity and power
I can never know

I now realize
just how much
I do not understand

as I behold this able man

faint envy stirs
as I witness
his unbridled joy

so complete
and unexpected

 

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January 19, 2008

 

do not look upon me
in this untended state
grown over
with regret

rampant with cynicism
with unbridled bitterness

in this winter season
of dormant bloom
waning hope

my color has all faded
gone to random hues of grey
the faintest blush of tint

like the cushioned adirondacks
abandoned on the deck
left exposed
too many seasons

brittle
tattered
faded

uncomfortable and unwelcoming

there were seasons
long ago
they embraced laughter

the excitement
of precious friends

once

this garden echoed joy

bloomed long
full and fresh

petals
berries
fruit and leaf
hung heavy

urgent with essence
bursting with life

but biting winds have blown
chill rains fell

rude sun
relentless
in harsh insistence

the suffocating snows

caretakers of the garden
have lost regard
season by season
year by year

misplaced
the tools that nurture

no longer sought

desire wilted
like this scarcely tended plot

too frequent
cruel indifference
haphazard care

dieing embers of concern

like fire
in the great hearth
no longer fed
or gathered round

ignored

no laughter rises
no faces lighted
no warm encounters

passing in the hallway
mumbling over breakfast

no warm encounters

400-thread-count passion
a dieing ember
no longer fed

the hearth grows cold
unwelcoming

chill winds of apathy
prevail

unwelcoming — this garden

grown over with regret
choked by weeds of discontent
from years of withheld love
and failed attention

the untended garden withers

its ember of life
dieing