Archive for March, 2008

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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