Ithaki

He learnt his song from the cosmic throngs...

2011-09-04T06:39:00.000-07:00

Her bundle of fragments
She wandered like a day-appearing dream
Through the dim yet redolent wildernesses of the mind
Homeless, boundless, unconfined
Her soul she summoned to the winding ancient stair
Setting all her mind upon the steep ascent
Aloft the breathless petrichor of the starlit air
His sempiternal smile transfigured her
And left her heavier of thought but with an opulent heart
I pray thee give to me one, a love stronger than I
A moon to swallow the sun
May he be akin to a mischievous goat
Crisp as a thicket of thorns
With a collar of gold for his throat
A scarlet sash for his horns
The heavenly circuit of his stars
He drops gold from his infinite snows
Ineffably, utterly, tender
The mythical eyes of me swoon
With lust of rain to-morrow
I know your mellifluous eloquence
I saw you kiss the flowers
I saw you colour the flowers
You shall wear the crown
O moon, o secret sweet
Chalcedony clouds of caresses
About the flames of our feet
The mage and his wiles
A billion shapes in the sun
Look through to the heart of his heart
Winged we were, before time was
My, how we've flown...

Baby baby won't you tame my tiger

2011-05-31T03:50:00.000-07:00

Into my mystic
His kiss is a whip of the moon
Every dawn of our lives a heart is forged
Linked with lore to the one so similar
Born with blessed life dust
Stored beneath its soul
Even though the wind may blow it all away
Don't ever worry 'cos I'm your friend
Slim lined sheik faced one
My sweet deliverance
Why did you put me up against the wall
'Cos you love me so much?
Paused to hold
Into the fold baby
Our love is an old love
And the spirit of that mighty singing
To its abyss was suddenly withdrawn
Its path athwart the thunder smoke of dawn
As summer clouds dissolve
Unburdened of their rain
As a far taper fades with fading night
As a brief insect dies with dying day
My songs song
Tempestuous play
Of man’s deep spirit
As the morning-star
Beckons the sun from the eoan wave
Rulers of eternal thought
With solemn truth
Life’s ill-apportioned lot
Blind love

Real wild mister

She loves how he kissed her

Of what has been
The hope of what will be
If such could be thy name
The solemn harmony
Not until my dream became
Like a child's legend on the tideless sand
Which the first foam erases
Until the golden eye of the bright dawn
Through the dark lashes of those veined lids
Disencumbered of their silent sleep
Gazed like a star into the morning light
O friend, sleep was a veil uplift from heaven
As if Heaven dawned upon the world of dream
When darkness rose on the extinguished day
This desert is a cruel mistress
For the black sheep
The prodigal sons and daughters
Beyond the songs of man
Keeps watch upon the fates
When they misweave your strand
The elements and oceans congregate on his brow
And he stalks in style like a royal crocodile
Yet she is a lizard in a womans skin
This lioness is free fallin' baby....

And kiss all our starbrowed brothers on the cheek

2011-05-26T06:27:00.000-07:00

Save a dream for me
Words hang in the air
Her demons take the dare
Above the lonely feather
Circles to the ground
The house don't make a sound
Green and gray and auburn
Gliding down the sky
The devil winks an eye
A figure in the doorway
Shouldering the blame
This ain't without a name
The King and Queen are loaded
Falling off to sleep
The ground begins to creep
Red burns into night
Rolling out of sight
She don't care about time
Time gets in her way
Fades into the wind
Days roll into days
She's got nothing to hide
And she hides it so well
Keeps broken dreams
To fix up and sell
So young

And damaged by love
There's rain on the road
And the faithful have gone
In a crowd all alone
Walking 'round in a song
Eyes down at my door
And she holds out her hand
I love you so deep
But you can't understand
I'm goin' back...

Real wild mister

2011-05-24T06:44:00.000-07:00

Was there ever talk of love
In the stillness of the night
Did you ever walk away from a love so bright
See you standing in the moon
See you walking in the night
Did you ever ever see
A star so bright
A finer sight
Burning cold
She was burning cold
Did you ever, ever see
A finer sight
Baby your lady
Won't you tame this tiger
Won't you give her your love
Real wild
Mister mister
Won't you join your priestess
The dying sun gleamered in the west
Painting bloody hues of abstract
And that paints are painted best
When all senses betray the fact
Then it is the soul of my soul
Soon the stars sparkled high
Upon the velvet veil
With the ghostly moon sighing sighs
Althroughout the slowing sail
But quick gray clouds gathered
Wiping the lights away
Howling winds like rushing bees
Still it is in anyway
The painter of dusk, the lights of night
The chill and the rain melody soft
Is a shelter more'n day's bright
It is YOU - the soul of my soul
I summon to the winding ancient stair

The tigress wants you in her snare

Set all your mind upon the steep ascent

Freak bitch baby needs to be bent

Upon the breathless starlit air

Elemental Child

2011-05-22T22:39:00.000-07:00

A living spirit within all its flame
She moved just like a panther tame
And how she wept
And now she laughed outright
She got the wish she wished tonight!

In the deeply dark when the wolves loom large

2011-05-21T21:21:00.000-07:00

I hear a hand approaching
As I rise from my chair
Watching the door swing wide I take my leave
Stoic Boudicca streaks through the dawn
Triumphant soaring on boreal winds
Our goddess nevermore
He flashes bare, charming, of angular face
The sufferings we all share have made me wild
He said, he looked, he did nothing at all
Beyond his wont, yet it disordered me
Alas! I am forgetful of my duty
I should preserve my senses for my sake
My sweet child, you have no wound
'Tis only a cold dew that starts, 'tis yours to take
I swear to dedicate my cunning, and my strength
My silence, and whatever else is mine
To thy commands in a smile like triumph upon me
Then careless-wise and coming towards me
Of his hand against my bosom
We beseech thee O lord
Blade of his touch that raises my face to applaud him
Thou painted viper, beast that thou art

Yet he caresses my mouth with his fingers
God, I am caught in a snare
And down his mouth comes to my mouth
Once again laid bare
His dark bright eyes descend
Of sweet fires swept across me, and as I drown
Even of my sweet loves and thy knife
Has bereaved me of thy life
And with cold and shuddering fears
Let us agree to give up love
And root up this infernal grove
Then shall we return and see
The worlds of happy eternity
Seven sins weep night and day
And seven more lovers in my bed
Crown with twine this mournful head
Pitying and forgiving all
Thy transgressions great and small
If I must sigh to think that this shall be
To love you till your little race is run

Shall be my paths henceforth
I can die in peace, as ye will next to me..

I got on my knees and begged to the sun

2011-05-20T07:00:00.000-07:00

And ever as she went, his image did play
Then immortal passion breathes in
And through a soft countenance did stay
And the priestess spoke again and said
Speak to me with busy murmur vain
And drinking the warm tears and the sweetest of sighs
And he sings to me o'er the equator
This tremulous star sparkles unfathomably
The communion is peaked
His deep penetrations
And a sigh for "I can't bear it!"
Soothly I am sick for you
Thy supreme desire of falling for you, falling apart
Touch the very pulse of this fire
And on a throne overlaid with starlight caught
Sleeps the night with desires wrapped
Gods couldn't change this rhythm
Upon those wandering isles of dew
A pleasure sweet doubtless it was to see
And then their features started into smiles
Sweet as pure heavens over enchanted miles
Through the rain and the mildest mist
Mortals subdued in all the shapes of sleep
Here lay brother and sister in infancy
Alone in youth who in their dreams did weep
Two lovers linked innocently
In their loose locks which over both did creep
They are like ivy from one stem
And there lay their calm
Now age old and folded palm
No voice from some sublimer world hath ever
To sage or poet these responses given
Remain the records of their vain endeavour
Frail spells whose uttered charm might not avail to sever
From all we hear and all we see
His doubt, their last chance, insouciance and mutability
Thy light alone like mist over her curves
Or music by the redolent night-wind sent
Through strings of some still instrument
Or moonlight on a midnight stream
Wild is the wind as it blows down their hallowed halls
Gives grace and truth to life's unquiet dream
You penetrate my mind
Slowly, deeply, rhythmically
Diving into ecstatic reaction
We transcend reality into some world
Strange fits of passion have I known
And I will never dare to tell
But in the lover's ear alone
What once to me befell
Deftly removes all my clothes
His bursts of mellifluous eroticism
Lilting and rockin' and a 'rollin
Erotic sirens god call
Suckle me, honey...

See the paintings in their eyes

2011-05-16T16:16:00.000-07:00

You're my salve
Yet be reptilian enough not to care
In many a mimicked moon and the bearded stars
The serpent heard a flicker
In her sleep, and her dreaming
The boy and beast crept afar
See all the humans fight and fawn
Still the naked beauty of her soul lay fair
And often through your rude and worn disguise
She saw his inner form so bright and bare

Where once was charm, now a strange device
Murmured on mute lips and tender of tone
Could make his spirit mingle with her own
'Tis said in time he'd set her free

He'll die alone with that their noose
Knew what love was

Yet felt it alone
Be still

I'm having a beautiful day

Her fortune was a wish misspent

2011-05-15T04:51:00.000-07:00

The gentle winds arose
Many a mingled close
Upon the hill
And she lived alone in this wild home
And her own thoughts were each a whisper unto herself
Clothing themselves within oceans foam
Of wild eolian sounds and the scent of the sea so keen and close
To work with whatever purposes might come
Darkness reigned and rained it did
Yet he sat alone
He looked so slight and worn
My baby beaten down, a man without his throne
Dare not touch his shapely face
Beautiful King so sad and forlorn
So shocked by what I saw, I darest not meet his eyes
Slipped from her graces, she barely recognises him now
Broken pages on the edge of night
Into her mind, prayers of such power, her mighty Sire
Whose words were once winged and wise
He said their tales were true
Through all the regions which he used to shine upon
Within, above, around his bowers of starry skies
He used to move the sea-flowers in their purple caves
Now merely silent scriptures of the lonely trees
Even as the ever stormless atmosphere
Floats o’er the Elysian realm
No storm could overwhelm her like his own
She sailed wherest he flowed
Once strong Poseidon of my stormy kingdom
Under their calm serenity, he is now drowned
What happened to you?
Who beat you down?
The horizontal luminous aether
He once stripped heaven, once stripped her bare
Her aethereal host
Whilst from all the coast
Louder and louder, gathering round, they wandered
Over the oracular woods and past the divine sea
Prophesying o'er their fate
When next day the maiden and the boy
Each with the thing, which each believed true
Only in fancy till the seventh moon shone
With visions clear of deep affection
Of mortal men and what she did to them
And Gods entangled in her sweet ditties
Unto his will, he slammed her subtle fate
A tale more fit for the sombre winter nights
Scarcely believe much more than we can feel now
To the fulfilment of their inmost thought
These thoughts seized me and I could not move
What be thy fate now that it's too late
And timid lovers who had once been so coy
They hardly knew whether they loved or not
T'was but a dream
Once they rose out of their rest and knew such sweet joy
A second, a minute, an hour, their lifetime
See you in the next one
Such a beautiful, untouched lonely feeling place
Such a fine part of what I call the faraway
It is a place you have painted before remember
Even now and evermore
Here is this world
Here is this mouth
This temple her home
Her fortune was a wish
Her prophecies were you

We just love restrictively, my old and lovely head..

2011-05-12T01:06:00.000-07:00

The all-consuming sun could never behold
In his wide voyage o'er pangæa's seas
So fair a creature as she lay enfolden
Amidst the warm shadow of her cove
He kissed her with his beams and made all golden ties bind her
She, in that dream of joy, deliquesced
And universal Pan, 'tis said, was there too
Explaining away these lovers and fools
Of the deep mountains, through the trackless air
And through those living spirits and abundant wanton lust
He passed through her everlasting lair
Where the quick heart of the great world doth sigh, moan and pant
And felt this wondrous creatures wide-eyed gasp
Her mother was one of the Atlantides they said
And he felt hers hand upon him, astride her emerald throne
And every nymph of stream and spreading tree
And every enchantress of ocean's throng
Who drives her white waves o'er the sea green
And libidinous Priapus and his company
All came to watch, much intrigued in how the enwombed rock
Could have brought forth so beautiful a birth
Her love subdued their wonder and their mirth
This lady never slept, as he lay in her trance
All night within the fountain
Its emerald scars glowed in her beauty's glance
Through the verdant splendour of the water deep
He saw her constellations reel and dance
Like fireflies, and withal did ever keep
The tenor of her contemplations chance

Crisp sunseanian Sage..

2011-05-10T22:45:00.000-07:00

I've rejoined the race
It's a good day.

His tattered head bent like a willow-tree tent..

2011-05-09T06:22:00.001-07:00

I am brave now, I am Tigress

All your slings and arrows

Thou huntress swifter than you

Do you feel well bringing all others down to your depths?

No longer your maid, no longer your fool

Wild bacchanal of life’s mysterious ways

Beleaguered on a cold day, brood through your moods
My thoughts of you used to keep me warm
Now this graveyard is my ineffable solitude
While the northern winds blew down the sand
Sending chills through my fleshless bones

The sun and the serenest moon spring forth

The burning stars of the abyss were hurled
Into the depths of the daedal earth
That island in the ocean of the world
Hung in its cloud this divinest universe
Was yet a chaos and a curse
I am now saved from the power of your surreptitious worst
The spirit of beasts are kindled there
Raging without truce or terms

Frowning o'er the tempestuous sea
Of kings, and priests, and slaves in your uncrowned majesty

Your senate of tyrants

You're sunken and prone
Your multitudinous anarchy does sweep alone
And burst around these walls

Now idle foam

Of its own aweless soul, of the power unknown

Whilst from the human spirit’s deepest deep
Strange melody with love and awe struck dumb

Beyond whose night I saw a dejected mien

Your shadows painted
Haunted me for centuries long

Wept tears, and blood like tears

The solemn harmony
I just wanted to be free from the sorrow too
But your past lingered like a slow killing disease
Guardian of the dead was here again
Please cast off those mocking grins
Your death is creeping on my skin
Darkness, I was your only believer
Don’t they die when they lie
About laughter while others cry?

Let us dance to the rhythm of bitterness

The atmosphere of obmutescence
Silence your tongue
I'll be your backbone since you do not have one
You will always be my tombstone

Purple light shines from the grey sky
Premonishing my spirit of your presence
Too cold with carnal desires for my warmth, caring and soul
I placed your oblivion onto my pride
And my heart would stop from beating
If I didn’t escape your cruel lies

Of what makes life foul, cankerous, and abhorred
To set thine armed heel on this reluctant worm
And the next, the winds pierced me from within

Doubtful loss of innocence
Kissed my flesh with tenderness
Only I now own the sounds from the ocean
Harmed by your serpent disguise
By its ugliness in the garden of insanity

In danger I sensed something strange
In sickness you became deranged
While lamenting for my blood to cover your own

Becoming my field of existence

Eyes within eyes looking into another
Malicious and in full bloom
Nerves exposed to the storm brewing
A maze of joy and hate
Is life an everlasting greed to you?
Decide who has to bleed through the pain of luxury
We all must suffer is this not true?
About your satisfaction

Your pathetic reasoning of human behaviour

Oh, that the free would stamp the impious name of King into the dust
Judgements on other and the happiness of being unhappy is your treasure
Smell the night’s fluidity

Yes the oracles have heard

Thy victory shall be his epitaph
And feel it endlessly flowing like a river of dreams
But with awakened senses touched by your entity
You no longer denigrate this dark butterfly

And the abyss was suddenly withdrawn
As a wild swan she was sublimely winging
Her path now athwart their thunderous beginning
Streaming headlong through the aereal golden dawn

As waves which now pave his watery grave

Pity this mortal
For he is just a cruel child

Wind of illusion came darkly down my street..

2011-05-08T04:45:00.000-07:00

The Consort Queen once hunted with her King
Their sempiternal scintilla blinding
Conflated together, they sought out divinity
Can you hear the welkin ringing?
Their laughter not lost in his hollow frost
Tears frozen through empty years
Prose bloomed from the withered rose
Sorrows dreamt not of tomorrow
Until amity rusticated like the day yet again
Ignorance played as trickery
Doorways suffered from compliance
Nescience spoken in silence
Quandary from crossfires
Malignity caused by desires
Masquerade gilded lies
Glade crystalline eyes
You had buried me
Into mortality
With a romantic symphony
Beyond my destiny
Espial restraint and devotion
At the lowest ebb, prudish in contemplation
She was fallen onto this earth
Carmine sky couldn't you cry?
She was your child that you denied
Couldn't you try to bring back our sunrise?
Ass in lion's skin
Tell me what you have seen
Of the destruction you created
Riding on the Ionian Minotaur
O mighty mind
How does thou curb thine own sacred rage?

Infernal guile in the past
A mutual concession would not last
Every time I heard his susurrous cry
I wanted to wilt and die
Farce of contribution
She fell from the diaphanous wings of prayer
She is still here, but not all together
Angel of dawn, beleaguered child of the trees
Cynosural Panacea
She was merely a sacrifice
Our affections to you were merely a lie
Love’s gentle dryad from the haunts of life

Let me sing you a lullaby...

Jigged like a muse on life's lawn...

2011-05-03T07:16:00.000-07:00

We have lived so many alternate realities and parallel worlds, that the difference between the real and imagined is now a raging leviathan in a tempestuous swell. No matter what, and I need to be mindful amidst all those cloying melodies, assignations and raucous imbroglios — the one simple mysterious truth: on some retrocausal level, is that the deeply entangled that happen upon that precious gift of eachother, will now and forever whirl in a gentle song of eternal ambrosial whisperings, seven thousand endless caverns deep, seven thousand lifetimes long. Because supreme love is bound with cosmic string, and is thunder from the depths of the æons. Love is not to be relinguished like a rude uproar or pestilent child, save the last of the winds of heaven be unbound upon you, nor falter the worship of Hecate. Those enraptured in lies and deceit, are left perceiving not even a shadowy sound, for they sacrificed a sacred gift to the pyre. The very last ebony moon is shining on desolate shores now. Love should be ennobled, as it's all we've got in the end.

Don't lame me baby strange..

2011-05-02T08:29:00.000-07:00

The Enchantress casts her spell
In her sweet hot drift
She is answered by a spirit
Within the silent centre of her world
Is a familiar face that carries her safely home
My astral fox, please listen intently
And frozen ashes of a volcanic childlike world
All the ephemera which meld into eachother seamlessly
Incredibly disorienting the hollow world where I lived insphered
Hazy dazy existentialist
Blown to cosmic dust
How could I have trapped myself in that prison?
From the beginning and around my sleep
But how have I woven all the wondrous imagery
And infinite depths and unknown elements
Amassed into one impenetrable mask
How doth one reconcile all she knew
When faced with this new blinding reality
Passion makes echo taunt the sleeping strings
And I would send tales of forgotten love
Late into the lone night and singing wild songs
Of the deserted in the olden hours
And weep like a soft cloud in April's bosom
Upon the sleeping eyelids of the plants
So that perhaps it dreamed that Spring was come
And crept abroad into the moonlight air
And loosened all its limbs, as, noon by noon
The sun averted less his oblique beam
Was that little beach really there?
Poor Lady Jane no one cares
Diamond geez up in thin air
To the long and winding road
Dreams of worlds yet unknown
From Gozo to Catherine Bay
Chalkboard sidewalks and the street cafes
All those tears you shed
All the cries into the void
Promises made and so unkempt
What a wondrously long garden path
Just like the one you walked me down
The marvels amongst us along the way
I feel for it all you know
Poor Indian girl, baby Jarvis, little Singh
And, if my grief should still be dearer to me
Than all the pleasures in the world beside
Would you lighten it?
I offer only that which I seek
Some human sympathy on the lonely island
Oh once my friend
Once my brother
Once my lover
Once my beloved
What do I say?
My brain is dizzy, and I scarce know whether
Everything I speak has all semblence of fact
T'was once your safety through the long bitter night
Peace, perturbed heart
I am to thee only as thou to mine
The passing breeze which heals the brow at noon
And may strike cold into the breast at night
Yet cannot linger where it soothes the most
Or long soothe could it linger
But you said
You also loved?
And thou lovest not?
Oh would that I could claim exemption
From all the bitterness of that sweet name
I loved, I love, and when I love no more
Let joys and grief perish, and leave despair
The embodied vision of the brightest dream
Which like a dawn heralds the day of life
Listen to the children of tomorrow
All crying their everlasting tears
Hear them all covered in snow
Screaming endlessly in fear
Something strange is happening
Something is coming
The white witch told me so

The shadow of his presence made my world
All familiar things he touched
Became to me
Like forms and sounds of a diviner world
He was as is the sun in his fierce youth
As terrible and lovely as a tempest
Lay yourself open to peril
The strong scent of sorrow
Broken windows, torn pillows
A warning has finally arrived from the shallows
Alas! Why must I think how oft we two
Have satiated together under the rock ledge
Under the green pavilions of the nielsen Indian summers
Of wild-flower roots, and stumps of trees o'ergrown
With the Dryads and the Naiads
And you swam as she watched
Please surface each and every time
She'd hold her breath as you did
Sharing our breakfast as we spoke of the brilliant future
Spreads on the floor of the unbroken nymphaeum
Sad prophetess of sorrows not her own?
The crane returned to his frozen haunt
And on a wintry bough the widowed bird
Renewed the vigils of a sleepless sorrow
You left like her, and leaving one like her
Alike abandoned and abandoning
Whose love had made my sorrows dear to him
Even as my sorrow made his love to me
Amidst the cold relics of abandoned joy
I knew about this
Because I was the one whom they kissed
As they bowed naked around me
On the day of all whispers and cheers
From their lips I could sense the burning desire
Almost fooled me into undressing my pride
Our steps where the lovers would meet
To the blue water
Where they found in friendship what they lost in love
A parsley bay night in the pouring rain
Calypso wound her legs up to her chest
Save the cold and bite
Just like the churning sea
Just like you've done to me
That cannot be: yet it is strange that we

From the same scene
By the same path to this
Realms of abandonment
But speak your last breath
Your breath is like soft music
Your words are the echoes of a voice
Which on my heart sleeps like a melody of early days
He was so awful, yet
So beautiful in mystery and terror
Soothes the unquiet sea
For he seemed stormy
For such his thoughts, and even his actions were
But he was not of any of them, nor they of him
But as they hid his splendour from the earth
Some said he was a man of blood and peril
And steeped in bitter infamy to the lips
The tasks of ruin in the world of my life
Such a one
Is he who was the springtime of my peace
But, fairest stranger
Out of the eastern wilderness
If I be sure I am not dreaming now
I should not doubt to say it was all a dream
While love was lost and pain gained
Under the subtle heat of the autumnal sun
Crushed her hopes and turned cold
Moon siren
Still she could never understand
How a Queen goes down without her man...

Walking wild at midnight, breathing like a panther...

2011-04-30T04:09:00.000-07:00

Slowly and without warning
My whole world was changing
Day became night
And night became day
I remember merely staring
Wash away all this ugliness
One punch
A mirror breaks
The reflection is lost
Yes truth still seeks truth
Is afraid to ask more
Feels still some lies be
Lurking behind
Those permutations and combinations
Tan thetas is sine theta upon cos theta
As deceptive of a mirage in a desert
My fettish desires of that virtual kiss
But osculatory perfunction
Frustrated I had become
I had once heard that
Anger can make one blind
So I turned it into fear and pain
Thus blindless blind me from thy sight
Only to be left in solitude alone
Waiting for that moment
That perfect time and place
Finally being able to tell you what I was really thinking
It was harder than you'll ever know
Because this human heart-mine alone
Misunderstood and unknown
But inside me thriving
Was love you'd never know
It wasn't fair…I did nothing wrong
It was like cutting into water dry
Pointless and yet disturbing
I came to find that words were left unspoken
I was bleeding
I was screaming
I was emotionally dead
Oh God…
I was waiting for you to come find me
And wake me from this daze
But you didn't
My God was willful and hard
And ruthless and angular in temperament
Peculiar oppositions in the milieu of her honesty
Sincerity and obliging nature
His erroneous impressions
The Goddess is the sincere, honest, and most kind
You know this
Most gentle
No she's a harlot, an old hag, a stalker non-the-less
There is no truth but in the eye of the beholder
And the Goddess was turned away
A liar?
My soul whispers that we are born for each other
And we are bound to conjoin as it is our destiny
But field realities damningly refute the possibility
Only a glimmer of hope in the whispers of the soul keeps me throbbing
If the glimmer fades, it will be our end
It is our end
Farewell Swan King
Sadly my God lives without even that glimmer
Only Almighty knows what will be our ultimate fate
All the same, I must re-state certain apodictic truths of his soul
Self-sacrifice is her second nature
Yet you threw objections and mistruths back at her
She never bears ill-will to any and bears all injustices to her
She identifies him as the essence of her soul
What a bee-autiful response thy King gave
She bid to flow all her beauty in its every drop to himWas the grass really greener?
What faith doth thy hold in such purported miracles
Your touch would pull me in
Please I begged
'cause I know we'd be safe together
Even in the light of day
My hand is yours forever
I'm sure you'll love it this way
But I told myself no
I repeated
Me? I couldn't be…
To myself
I was lying
I was dying
I was crying inside
I couldn't stop
I was lost
I was found
I was hurting
Until I realized…
You're all I think about
Silent conversations
Held between our eyes
You hold out your hands
So welcome and inviting
I can't help but take them
Embraced
Hair so silky soft
You let me run my fingers through it
You're warm breath on my neck
It's hard to breath because the air is thin
You liked it…I like it….
It's as perfect as can be
You're perfect when I'm with you
Nothing can harm me
I forget the world around me
These lips, my heart, my touch
All of it was yours
You created these things…
I'm sorry I took them so seriously…
I grew on them
They consumed all my thoughts
Never once since have I been mad
Especially now that I know
The truth behind the lies
I'm sorry I hurt you...
Your megalomaniac style
Your kleptomanical frame
Words or arrows
Were they verbatim?
Why sought thee a frame
Like this a path so curvacious
Out of your quiver-mind of vision
So frightful but simultaneously hilarious
So that the grandiose of a story could emanate
Of two lonely souls in this universe of skullduggery
Yes lies galore
To seek the truth
Thats what thou sayeth
To find out the truth
Was it just truth t’was the seeking
Or was it the plane o'testing ground?
Of two birds in migration seeking
Lost love over hills and vales
And danes of shame
Words juggled forth in and out
Now a new confoundment
Is this a new prank?
Or just a ruse
To pamper ones pride
In arithmetic progressions, simultaneous equations and multiplications
Of my pure infection of thee
To soothe that blurred appearance
Here are those pictures
Seen in those visions
But secret worries
Nagged me whole sale
What if you have
Actually sold me?
As in sayings
To that website
Of woman’s carnal desires
To grand old men
Of old empires
Though thou art so close, yet so far
A fear still hides in my bosom
How do I clear that fear?
Asked of my Lord
Give me the strength
To chose the right
In thy clear sight
If it be thy holy will
Then make me that oil
In his lamp
To shine and burn
With him forever
Or just let me be that perfume
That lingereth in him
Until I am no more
But that lingering fragrance
Be his muted light
A smile in his life
Be it only for a second
But one that will
Remain in our hearts
Tallest man on earth
Where do my bluebird fly
With all this fever in my mind
I drowned in those kerosene eyes
Oh, you’re just a riddle in the sky
She worshipped him as her only God
Therefore, mental vagaries are a non-issue now
I lived with him solely in the light whispers of my soul
And that is my promise to my plight
Enchanter
He came like a dream in the dawn of life
He fled like a shadow before its noon
He is gone, and my peace is turned to strife
And I wander and wane like the weary moon
O, sweet echo
And for my sake
Make answer the while my heart shall break
But my heart has a music which echo's lips
Though tender and true
Yet can answer not
And the shadow that moves in the soul's eclipse
Can return not the kiss by his now forgot
Sweet lips! he who hath
On my desolate path
Cast the darkness of absence, worse than death
I too have found a moment's paradise in sleep
And other enchanters
Half compensate a hell of waking sorrow
Sheets of immeasurable fire and veins
Of gold and stone, and adamantine iron
And as a veil in which I walk through heaven
I have wrought mountains, seas, and waves, and clouds
And lastly light, whose interfusion dawns
In the dark space of interstellar air
You left me there.. not a care!

A picture painted heartache of the home...

2011-04-18T16:00:00.000-07:00

Still your mind and still your hands
Rest deep and be still
I had a beautiful friend
And dreamed that the old despair
Would end in love in the end
He looked in my heart one day
And saw his image was there
Garbed in sacred luminescence
Blue heaven incandescence
Seamless trails of phosphorescence
All lay in his wake
My willow of sorrow
Pray I’m swallowed
In the swell of your yelling leafy breast
My crippled bended chest is shamed
Stole my lightning
He's my one
As all is one
Attacks of frenzy?
Lack of composure?
Alarmed?
Hands raised skyward
She is there and watches you brother
As we love you
And we watch
She'll guide you
With Marc B, and George H, and Paul C
And the rest of them motley crew of souls snatched O so soon
She rests now
Divine wishes granted
Missives flaring aeons now
Before they stole her sweet light
She told you
And you listened
I saw you
You were present
Now pale are the lips I should be kissing
The fair shore that fateful eve one February
I floated with him
About that melancholy storm
The vanquished sun
A gentle story of two lovers
Who met in innocence and should not die in sorrow
Like curses on them
Do ye not see a star of gladness
Pierce the shadows of its sadness
When you are cold
That love is a light sent
To cheer the innocent
But none shall quench now
Now he refuses stern her heaven born embrace
A gossamer mist
One to another clinging
Sigh as the wind buffets them
And they shake
What wondrous sound is that
Mournful and faint
But more melodious than the murmuring wind
Which through the columns of a temple whore glides
Who sigh for their rude king
Her carrion man
Rigid like a tearful elm
My warlock of love
Does he still sing?
My ravelling Mage
Crisp sunseanian Sage
When he had lost his Eurydice
And then he struck forth the strings a sound
Of deep and fearful melody
In times long past, when she
With her bright eyes sat listening by his side
Fingers wringed around his thigh
A sacred calf
He gently sang of high and heavenly themes
A many sided mirror for the sun
Ceaseless and pauseless
So flowed his song, reflecting their deep joy
And tender love that fed those sweetest notes
The offspring of ambrosial fruit
Like a voice
She travels in love
Like a lover
All was well
But that is past
He chose a lonely seat of unhewn stone
He does no longer sit upon his throne
Yet in rivalry, and all entranced she listens still
To his saddest of words
Her sorrow echoes each sound
No voice from some sublimer world exists
To sage or poet these responses given
Doubt, chance, and mutability
Just thy light alone
Or music by the night wind sent
Through strings of some still instrument
Or moonlight on a midnight stream
Gives grace and truth to life's unquietest dreams
Love, hope, and esteem, like clouds depart
I vowed that I would dedicate my powers
To thee and thine
Have I not kept the vow?
Were you not the only one who truly knew me
Nothing hid, no need to hide
Basking in the sun of the musical one
With beating heart and streaming eyes
Even now
Of studious zeal or love's delight
Outwatched with me
Curse the envious night
They know that never joy illumed my brow quite so
Unlinked with hope that thou wouldst free me
That thou O awful loveliness
Would give whatever these words cannot express
To have and have not is all that I’ve got
My heart’s eye is dull and my soul ever hungry
But the widow lived like a widow, and was not
You and I

O this time of love moves me

Sat 'neath the eyes of the lofty skies...

2011-04-17T00:16:00.000-07:00

The little child inside the man
Giving wispy vapour to her breath
Cool cold afternoons alone
A hovering air of mysticism
Over our brooding beach
Sad because the lovers are not there
Man in the bushes looking down
But they are not there
No longer
They have gone
Their closeness torn apart
So let me tell you again and again and again
A caring arm around his shoulders
In his eyes
A once-clear oceanic blue
Now fraught with inconceivable pain
Wavered under water
Tears telling torrid truths
He couldn’t face them
Like the glowering image in the mirror
You don’t see in your mind’s eye
The compensation
Only the delusion
We see him sitting on the concrete steps
That led down to the dew-laden garden
She’s peering up
Sensing her diffuse companion
His glare giving crispness to the stealth of the dulling evening
But the bite of air couldn’t lift the sorrow
Of pale hearts in love
Shadowed by many a scoffing eye
Rejection hurt
Sweet angel it hurts
Wrenches deep
Emotion that we can't deny
Welcome joy
And welcome sorrow
Come today brother
Stab me tomorrow
I do love you both together
I ache for that sneer
And to hear your laugh amid the thunder
My funereal heart
Shipwrecked
Nightshade
Serpents are all around us
Cleopatra regal-dressed
With the asp at her breast
Wolves every one of them
Vultures preparing for the feed of their petty lives
Giddy for the poisonous wine
Do not suffer dear swan King
I kiss thy pale forehead
I remove every tear
Your partner in your sorrow's mysteries
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul
Imprison my soft hand
And let me be happy
And feed deep
Deep upon these peerless eyes
She dwells within your beauty
Beauty that has died
And her hand
That hand is forever at his lips
Bidding adieu again
And aching with the pleasure of his touch
Bruises on her skin still reminders of their love
Here geez'
Good to see ya
In the very temple of delight
Turning to poison and then have gone
Veiled melancholy has her sovran shrine
His soul tastes the sadness of her might
The day is gone
And all its sweets are gone
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand
Warm breath, light whisper, tender semitone
Bright eyes, accomplished shape
And lang'rous waist
Faded the flower and all its budded charms
Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes
Faded the shape of beauty from my arms
Faded the voice
Of fragrant curtained love
Begins to weave into a knotted pit
But, as I've read love's missal
I love you now and forever
He'll let me sleep
Seeing I fast and pray
Nebuchadnezzar had an ugly dream
He had made a nest for mice and rats
Think not of it, sweet one
Give it not a tear
Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go
Do not swoon so sad, sweet one
Sad and fadingly
Shed one drop then
It is gone
Weep, I'll count your tears
And each one shall be a bliss
Brighter as it left thine eyes
And thy whispering melodies
Are tenderer still
As all things mourn awhile
At fleeting bliss
Where has my poet gone
He is the other half of the sky
Alone now
Oh brother swim away your tears on our beach
Oh brother I weep
Oh brother I want to sleep
Oh brother the story of O
The sacred place lies dormant now
I look through a box labelled ephemera
Mixed emotion and thoughtlessness
After all it is written in the stars

Where Unicorns and Gods once played..

2011-04-15T23:41:00.000-07:00

As evening shaped I found I was gone
Scarce a memory
And brother you are cunning
Your mistress

Your lover

Your best friend

Your confidante
Your slave
Oh King
Why did you put me up against the wall
Superfluous none
The black lean featureless contours
Was like a tract in pain
"This scene, like my own life," I said
All is one
Why'd you do that to me
Because you love me so much
Laughable
Your stupid Queen
Yes I am your Queen
Gloom abides
Toned by its misfortune
Lightless on every side
The bitter self-reproaches as I stood
It dealt me silently
As one perverse
In graceless mutiny
Against the horizon's dim discernment
A form rose
Strange sad King
It's hopeless
I can not behold
He had gone
And he laughed
He swallowed everything
Like distance
Like the sea
Like time
In you everything sank
It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss
Turbulent drunkenness of love
In you everything sank!
Dark autumn... sweet misery
I whisper and softly embrace you
Not good enough
Goodbye
As dark silhouettes we drift apart into the night
But you're my twin
And you're my double
And you're my man
And one day I could set it to music
Pale images summons the night
In nightly silence I dream of you
A thundering voice of pain and sorrow
Calling with the sound of falling rain
Sorrow grows
Candles burning in a darkened room
In haunting silence sadness reaches out for me
A lost life painting pictures of loneliness
Life brings forth a crying voice
Confronted with illusions
Of twisted untold dreams
A fragmented piece of none
Collapse into despair
I´ve endured in doubt
Rapture´s just a dream
To placate my mind
I must placate my soul
Oh I know you could soothe me
Oh I know you could enflame me too
Oh I know you have the power
Oh I know you have it all
Its hard to outrage me
But sorrow is all I feel today
Tomorrow is just another day
Darkness confronting all my dreams
Wasting away towards tomorrow´s pain
Thoughts are useless as are deeds
No more...
You cannot mock my agony anymore
In cloudless radiance
Queen of silver night has died
Yes I am your Queen
You surely do belong to me
Yes we are from the one thing
Yes we are a pair
A pair of fucking fools
One a cranky, cantankerous loon
The other an amoral babylonian tart
I hear music on the zephyr’s wing
Arises with the awakening melody
The unseen minstrels of the aereal song
Pour the fierce tide around this lonely form
And roll the tempest's wildest swell along
In fiercest tumult on the rocking shore
Destroy this life or let earth's fabric be no more
Yes every tie that links me here is dead
Mysterious fate
Its not right
It hurts
The elongation of love
Your modern dryad
Your amoral nymph
Your overgrown girl
Your generous friend
The delightful companion
Sam Mayfair extraordinary
I'm sorry
I love you
I do
Since hope, peace, and joy are fled
In triumph, you're laughing wildly
Mocking my pain
Your happy days
And though with direst pangs my heart-strings swell
Oh, heavy, heavy my despair
Because of one so unfair
My misery knows no future
What this strange pitfall should imply
That we, though far from him
Are present in our exile here

All the rats and all the peacocks

2011-04-07T21:32:00.000-07:00

Sing to me baby
I love your enchantments
Alien boy from some other olde world
Oh how lovely thou art
What you done to my heart
Oh baby do you care
No, he's not there
Let me tell you 'bout the clothes she wore
Like a temple whore
Her eyes were almond shaped
Her nights were caped
Her curtains draped
Oh that Babuluma will miss you
Oh love
Oh baby maybe
Baying at the moon soon
Oh dawning gold
Magic man
Strange properties
Wow you've slain me again
The evenings of damask are falling
The icy claws of earth are crawling
Upon my baby's brow and calling
The boy unlike the man was smiling
For gulleys, streams and hills would hide him
Like a swan
A vagabond, a weaver warrior
My sandled feet are fleet like water
Come kiss the limbs of Earthess daughter
The wind quartet howls softly
My jeep hand strokes your head
Crusted, crammed with old Etruscan gold
Robbing time a chosen Prince
We hid and rid in ransom
Cab wrenched from lost Byzantium
Lordlett who once held the earth in chains
When I jump on your horse I gallop the course
And howl like a wolf and I drink up the sky

The vultures sit atop the trees

Waiting to feast on those that drop dead
Fair is my love, cruel as he’s fair
His brow shades frown, although his eyes are sunny
His smiles are lightning, though his pride despair
The winds and seas are troublesome
And here we may be free
My ambitious thoughts
Confined in his face
Affect no honour but what he can give
My hopes do rest in limits of his grace
I weigh no comforts unless he relieve
For he, that can my heart imparadise
Holds in his fairest hand what dearest is
All my life’s sweet consists in his alone
So much I love the most unloving one
If you really love me brother
Let's face the universe and dance

p.s. This is purely poetic, I'll be on my way

Venus loon versus lunacy's back

2011-04-06T02:19:00.000-07:00

We hide behind the masks
Like sullen slumbering shapes of the world
Legends we longed to be
So perchance Gods dwell unseen
With the masts of the day spent
The gaunt woman
Pure of skin but soiled of soul
O for such as his bronzed skin
Laden legs like a god
Sacred calves
Akin to a far star
Sleek neck climbing towards our sky
Four driving jewelled rivers and unmapped oceans
And as a suitor
He courted her
Clasped in the rug of his love
A fools everglade like the seasons slave
A foolish colossus she looked now
Ragged and unworshipped
Solitary on the roof of the world
A remaining nightmare in a plateau of fair thought
No kingdom to mention
He took that too
Tossed out
Faraway
Don't whisper her name
She moaned and clumsily spewed spells of fear
And the years danced on
And all that moves returns to stone eventually
Drink deep O twinkler in her lake
Like a will o’ the wisp all a tender
No longer welcome to surrender
In these deep foamy kitchens of the muse
And one word
His shields of ice in the chilly times
Creamed in grey wolfs’ hair
He strode the windy stair
What of their cathedral bed?
Not worth remembering
For he dotes on the treasure in the chest of his head
You'll sail on these sandled feet nevermore
Sprung from the fiery downs of falsehood
Her learning splintered overnight into wild dark days
Weary and eerie
The light had failed
And the rainy hew of her lord of night
Veiled the land like a vision
And lo my true friends
My all please be forgiven
And he’ll talk with you and feel no contentment
And he'll turn your gentile ways away
And he'll lie to your face
No words to console your tears
And he’ll befriend you if you had the wits of a ratbag
But standing, alas
No eyes yet born could accommodate such beauty of features
Made by the ancient masters of the maze
Come you sweet mouse
Sleep near this bed
And comfort our protector
From his wet churning ocean head
Liquid fleeting music
Into the murky streams of time
Hollowed in a gulf
Of cyprus grove grown slender vine
With an oracle juiced lip
And a virgin slaying hide-hand
Riding randy to the robbers’ sanctuary
Your charlatan thundereyes
In a century of nymphetic connoisseurs
Yet the illness dredged her heart
And left her an eyesore
Remorse never came for her
Unimaginable fiend nay
Just careless, heartless, thoughtless with no shame
And the widow lived like a widow
But was not
Not anymore

Its all down to a midsummer's night scene

2011-04-05T04:02:00.000-07:00

The breeze from the hill journeyed through her hair like an omen
Her cloak of caution
Threadbare and torn
“If only,” she muttered
Uttering words of sorrow
Daggered lips and empty words
Won't do no good to hold no seance
Their questical day had held all the promise
Afternoons bring all hope
Revealed then lost
A swans wing and a dipped ring
Her swan King has gone
And him swimming
His love song
His lady bay perfection
His is her mountain
Hey there sister
Let's face the universe and dance
We'll bop over the galaxies
We'll stroll over to Mars
We'll romance on Jupiter
Make love among the stars
A scarlet kerchief wept and laiden
His divination should have acquainted with the plan
Love cannot be separated from her perfect humility
And frailty
And vulnerability
But now
They
The space between them is as boundless as the dark
Sycamore of sorrow
Pray she is swallowed whole
He was like a sanctuary
A poet's memory
She doesn't lie
Fir prince stole their lightning
Straddled her storm head with his abyss shroud
Where like a muse it would wash him
Her mister motion
He made a lotion
That made him owner of the sky
And the commander of the ocean
Yet she dotes on his brow
Pressed hot lips on the hearts of his toes
Kisses on his back
Caresses on his eyelids
Flat of her tongue against his sultry perfection
Her sacred space
Forever and never to be touched again
The greatest fiends and the deities themselves
They fade into the edges
They fade into an indistinct penumbra
Of relations and friends of friends
Her succinct declaration of his unmatched and uncontested divinity
Ever and after and more so
Get her face there's a place disfigured with love
Her hands are white like the night encased in a glove
Recite in moon flooded groves the prose of his choice
Like a voice
He travels through her love for him
She craves her rhyming man
With a river in his hair
One wish to soothe him
With the girdle of life
Now unadorned on her brow
With starry sights and mellow wonders
Her heart’s eye is dull and her soul broken evermore

Sun liege by your star trees

2011-04-01T01:43:00.000-07:00

She heard his call across the gathering drift of burning cedar
Across the low-set bed of wandering parsley and violet
When all her hope was dead
This belladonna child
He came
Here they picked wild strawberries
Arrows unslung
In the brilliant resilient
First rays of the Spring!
By Summer such wonder
By Fall he was gone
Fare thee well strong union
As though it were none
Was once, maybe twice
Maybe nothing at all
How shallow
How callous
How cruel life can be
I invoke, I invoke!
Don't think me a fool
We can feel the silent presence
As the end nears
We are cold and displaced
Can shed no more tears
We are done pretending
To love like before
I’ve become old and tired
My hearts broken and sore
I gather my strength and fight my tears each dawn
My heart devastated
I have to go on alone
Your swoon into me is the cliff-clinging pine
Those nights of delight
You were mine, yes you were mine
You were mine, O my saint
By the might of the right
Of the night of our fate
Though I fall, though I faint
Though I char
Though I choke
By the hour of our power
I invoke, I invoke!
Go away demons
Go possess someone else
By the mystical union
Of fairy and faun
No Godhead could charm her
No manhood awoke
O fiery Valkyrie
The poor blinded fans
I'm searching through this garbage
Looking for a friend
Alone as one who sits ashore and longs perchance
So thou wast blind
This story of ours
Has finally drawn to an end
After all our time together
This is goodbye my best friend
Aye on the shores of darkness there is light
And precipices show untrodden green
There is a budding morrow in midnight
There is a triple sight in blindness keen
Such seeing hadst thou
As it once befell
Was Heaven, now Hell
It seems to me to dream
It's something too wild
We sit here together
No words to speak
Overwhelmed by agony
Caught up in defeat
Somehow, somewhere
Something went wrong
What happened to love
Once felt so strong
Ruin is a gift
Ruin is the road to transformation

Broken-hearted blues

2011-03-15T05:59:00.000-07:00

Tonight my eyes opened
And the view was quite indifferent
Adumbration
Apocalypse
Divulgement
Epiphany
Foreshadowing
Picture a sea
And worship its diamond tongue
The goddess of mist
That old north wind is blowing again
Delicately incubated
In the sweet symphony of her whisper
Though in my memory we're neither here nor missing
Scuff out by myself at dusk
Proud to be lonely
We shared when we were imminent
Chance fate and seal
Uncharmable charmer
In the sounding rebounding
All the promises made broke
All the love proclaimed broke
Abyss of the stars
Of love, when I broke
Through the shroud
Through the cloud
Through the storm
Through the smoke
To the mountain of passion
By the rage of the mage
By the midnight of madness
The lone-lying sea
The swoon of the moon
The sentinel sadness
Unspoken, unbroken
The dust to the dawn
A secret communion
Unmeasured
Unsung
The listless
Resistless
Tumultuous tongue
Thine arrows unslung
In the brilliant resilient
Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
All sweetness has fallen from the sky
I fear stings of fire
That sets these deceptive rays in my hands
Brushed by the shadows of the death of it all
On the grass where day expires
Stripped bare yet admired
Her body in the pond instead
A charlatan of twilight formed
Smile so vile and masquerade
The sky without a stain unmarred
Sorcerers from Bohemia
Sundry enchanters
Having unhooked a star
Living in a maze so crazed
Lunacy is legend
And this woman ran away without a smile
Falling far, far, far
Her night it came and then
She hooked her head
Unto the fleeing sun
And then she fled
And flew
Just like a prancer
A gypsy dancer
A salty shimmered shell of foam

Sunken rags

2011-03-06T15:58:00.000-08:00

Cracks in vision and valor
What ought a person do?
I said to him: May it be thy will
They said: Why doth thy bank with the devil?
Let that evil spirit touch your lips
They say its a truth serum
Letting thy true will take form
Which entity will take form
Ah therein lies true form
Sneer as you're taken away
Watching the babies cry
Still sneering
Poor dear was possessed
Possessed by what?
Merely hidden so very well
So delicately disguised

Its all derivative
Arising from the illusion
Blind yourself
Of its existence
I confess I have never really existed
In spite of this persistent illusion
Never having existed
The lady of moth and moon unfurling her shy and deadly petals
Navigator of the midnight sea
The dream of intoxication that follows her scent
She is the woman in everysong
The night-blooming narcotic
She is the horned blossom
The guardian of the threshold
The keeper of madness

Sunken rags and the demon queen
Eternally misunderstood
And I looked, and, behold
A whirlwind came out of the north
A great cloud, and a fire infolding itself
Out of the midst of the fire
Also out of the midst thereof came the likeness of four living creatures
And this their appearance
They had the likeness of a man
And every one had four faces
And every one had four wings
What is above
What is below
What is before
And what is after
And the steadfast man
And the counsellor
And the cunning artificer
And the eloquent orator
To what is this analogous?
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies
You may trod me in the very dirt
Does my sassiness upset you?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
Just like moons and like suns
With the certainty of tides
Just like hopes springing high
Bah humbug go forth and wallow
Enjoy your misery
Invite your rotten pain
Struggle til the end of days
Weakened by my soulful cries
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops
Don't you take it awful hard
You may cut me with your eyes
You may kill me with your hatefulness
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide
I shall dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide
You left behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
You're of two minds
Of darkness
Of superfluous struggle
Yet there go I
I use the gifts that my ancestors gave
Of the dream and the hope of the slave
I rise
I rise
I rise

Our nest could hold silk stars

2010-11-14T05:44:00.000-08:00

Handsome Mage
Awaken
In the swim of your skin
Deep abreasted
A tower dawned with lightning
My swans wing
And you swimming
The delved crescents of your breast
A league skimmed proper above the rest
You and I
His classic hair
Streaming knowledge
Where like a muse it would wash you
And now as a suitor
She courts you
Clasped
In the rug of her love
For her winding mind knows the quarrying folly of untamed youth
Like a new stream
Your childe in the summer of the drought
Yet she dotes on his old brow
Pressed hot lips on the hearts of his toes
Recites in moon flooded groves the prose of his choice
Like a voice
She travels in love
Hooded by the stream of Pan
Then the morn and scimitar rain
And pain on your bruised lips
Tender and warm
Our gauntlet smoothly sails our sea of dreams
Pillowing our sleepy bodies
Silent in the noise of the night
Loud in the night of silence
We snuggle and vibrate
Entwined like the vine
And warm, we laugh
But tender and with limbs light and subtle
Through the eternal washing in the spring of wisdom
The plateau of peace
And to nestle
Under the warm immense beard of my master

Dawn storm

2010-11-10T04:49:00.000-08:00

Silent workings of the dawn
My self made lawn
All suddenly
With a faint breath of music
Which ev’n then
Filled out its voice
And died away again
Oh black day
All you give to me
Are your wild ways
When you're the love of my life
And when you gorge me with a knife
Oh god I'm blue
Ah all the love in the world couldn't satisfy you darlin'
Just like the brazen night
Of idleness in groves Elysian
Nor do we merely feel these essences
Just like the faulty day
For one short hour
Even as the trees
That whisper round a temple
Dear as the temple’s self
And gather up all fanciful affections
Just not enough though
For thee to tumble into the naiads’ dwelling
Into Elysium
Vieing to rehearse and again
Each one his own anticipated bliss
Not enough
One felt heart
Certain that he could not miss
His quick gone love
Among fair blossom’d boughs
Where every zephyr sigh pouts and endows
Her lips with music for the welcoming
Another wish mid that eternal spring
So does the moon
Glories infinite
Haunt us till they become a cheering light
Unto our souls
Whether there be shine
Or gloom o’ercast
They alway must be with us
Or we die
Hear us, O satyr king!
And I'm like a child in the sand once again

She said my name's the liquid poetess

2010-11-08T23:55:00.000-08:00

It can only be reached through the heart
The outer eyes cannot behold it
Nor the inner eye of the soul
Only the eye of spirit
The eye of the heart
Can see in the dark light
Emanating from itself
As the centre of all centres
Neither in the outer world
Nor in the inner
And yet the core of both
Neither light
Nor its absence
Neither full
Nor empty
Timeless
Spaceless
And yet eternally omnipresent
At each point
In time and space
How can I ever find
My way back home
To that placeless place
From which I sprang?
'I' cannot
Knot
Not!

Our wonderful brown-skin man!
Shhh.. come hither little one

Come sit on my ego
You'll be safe there
There there
I'll be gentle I promise
Who whispers him so pantingly and close?
His sweet sister of all those
His friend, her dear
Hushing signs she made
And breath’d a sister’s sorrow to persuade
Her eloquence did breathe away the curse
She led him like some midnight spirit nurse
Of happy changes in emphatic dreams
Along a path between two little streams
Guarding his forehead as he slumbers in her lap
Down some lonesome path
Her black swan king
Their footsteps slow
A dark stripe across their sky
With crystal mocking of the trees and sky

Lush, mournful gardens bow as they pass

They weep for their endured pain
She guides him through the water straight
Towards a bowery island opposite
By many a summer’s silent fingers
To her cool bosom she would bring
And minstrel memories of times gone by
Who from Olympus watch our destinies?
Whence came that high perfection of their many lives?
Leaving
In naked comeliness
Unshaded

A cultured man with rings
Within his ear-lobes
With shadows on his cheek bone

Bronzed firm
Kingly calves
And orbed brow
Smooth cheeks
'lectric eyes

Poets of the skies
Look long and hard

I know not how he came to be
With such a paradise of lips and kisses

And yea I do wanna lay my lips on your explosive mouth
Half smiles
And faintest sighs

A slight nod

Ah huh

Mmmmm
That, when I think thereon
My spirit clings
And plays about its fancy
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever
Its loveliness increases
It will never
Pass into nothingness
But still will keep
A bower quiet for us
And a sleep

Once upon the seas of Abyssinia?

There there, right there...

All the heavy world is frightening

2010-11-08T00:56:00.000-08:00

Bright days and clear nights are fit for idle gods
Raised in vain the screen

Never lowered
Long ago

I moved myself to face the mountain
Whither dost thy hide from your magic
In what moonlight-tangled meshes of perfume
Where the deep woods glimmer with the jasmine's bloom
I'll feed thee, O beloved, on love and wild red honey
I'll bear thee in a basket of rushes
To a palace bower where golden vested maidens
Thread with mellow laughter the petals of delight
Whither dost thou loiter

By what murmuring hollows
Where oleanders scatter their ambrosial fire
Thou subtle man of mellifluous verse
Thou silver-breasted beam of desire
When, in the night, I wait
Life seems to me

As hanging by a thread
And he came in

Threw out the mantle's edges

When compared with the gentle piper's tread?
Declined to me with a sincere heed
I say to him "Did you dictate the Pages Of Hell to Dante?"
He answers, "Yes, I did."
And as it's going often at love's breaking
The ghost of first days came again to us
The silver willow through my window, then stretched in
The silver beauty of his gentle branches
The bird began to sing the song of light and pleasure
To us, who fears to lift looks from the earth
Who are so lofty, bitter and intense
About days when we were saved together
Though he has no form
My eyes saw him
His glory is fire in my mind
That knows
His secret inner form
Invented by the soul
Has no boundary
In it our senses end
Words cannot hold him
Yet in him all words are
When he comes back to my arms
I'll make him feel what nobody ever felt
We were dead a little while together then, serene
And afloat on the strange broad canopy
Of the abandoned world
Everywhere
Me
Vanishing into him
Like water
Leave the smoldering cities below
(we have done all we could)
We have given until we have no more to give
Alas, it was pity, rather than love, we gave
Now having given all, let us leave all
Above all, let us leave pity
And mount higher
To love—resurrection

In the thunderbolt suit

2010-11-01T03:29:00.000-07:00

Oh Poet, what is the matter?
Who knows which is the fallen flower
Whose sobbing memories make you so restless
Ask me not, friend
I too weep over broken hearts
So your emotions are aroused
Sheets of water have spread
From a handful of tears
Drown yourself! Rain!
As a traveller from a weary land
Waiting in the antechamber of your sanctuary
Surrounded by familiar ghosts
A vision arises
It is not the spirit of the future that enters me
My heart is already well acquainted with that descent
It is he the rising power that whispers from the past
" Treasure is strewn in all directions of time and space from the omphalus "
My soul vibrates with winged denizens of spirit
The oracle offers me here in her outer court
Well past the zenith
Sends its fire over Parnassus
In a flash the serpent leaps
A reversed lightning bolt from earth to heaven
Into the chasm of Delphi
There are times
On the inner journey
When the winds of Samsara blow the veils of Maya
And curtain the horizon
The path ahead shrinks down to three visible steps
Then one
Which must be taken nonetheless
...and the next
Until the soul's foot will no longer lift
To the command of spirit
What remains is the will to stand
A persistent drum
A tawny flame
That will not be put out
A stubborn stone
Of waiting ....
Demanding
Life

The Beginning of Doves

2010-08-24T07:47:00.000-07:00

The coeternal laserbeam
May I express unblamed?
Dwelt from eternity
Bright effluence of bright essence
Or hear this rather pure ethereal stream
Increate
The rising world of waters dark and deep
The void and formless infinite
I revisit you now with a bolder wing
Escaped the paradise lost, though long detained
In that obscure sojourn, while in my flight
Through middle darkness
With other notes
Then to the orphean lyre
I sung of chaos and everlasting night
Taught by the heavenly muse to venture down
The dark descent, and up to re-ascend
Though hard and rare, I revisit you
And feel your sovran vital lamp
Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt
Clear spring, or shady grove
Smit with the love of sacred song
Nightly I visit, nor sometimes forget
Equate with me, in fate
So were I equalled with them
Blind Thamyris and blind Mæonides
And Tiresias and Phineus prophets old
Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers
Irradiate, planet eyes, all misty
Purge and disperse that I may see and tell
Of things invisible to mortal sight
More sacred and sequestered
Pan or Sylvanus never slept, nor nymph
Nor Faunus haunted
Here, in close recess
With flowers, garlands, and sweet-smelling herbs
And heavenly quires the hymenean sun

Both when we wake and when we seek, as now, the gift of sleep.

Synæsthesia

2010-07-22T08:13:00.000-07:00

The moon shed a fine blue light on the woods and fields
It trembles through her labyrinthine hair
Darkness deepens
Coming out from behind the trees
Up through the fields
Shadows lengthened and joined together
And I thought it looked like water
Coming up through the ground
Rising slowly up and through
Not unlike the sea weaving a path through all in its way
Then ever so slowly, early morning struck the eastern parapet
Infusing its whitewashed rim with an almost electric glow
Rose-coloured, rays descend until they struck him too
Warming as it moved from colour to clarity
Till it begins to progress silverly
Around the western border of the wood
Whence, from a certain spot, its winding flood
Seems at the distance like a crescent moon
The choice of Apollo
The Cephallonian cult
By all the trembling mazes that she ran
Hear us, great Pan!
Most and the least mysterious
Most inexplicable to those who have never been to the island
And the most inevitable to those who know it
Apollo, the god associated with the power of light
Strangers who land here are blinded for two days
This is a light that seems unmediated, either by the air or by the stratosphere
Overwhelming clarity of focus
Heroic strength and brilliance
She exposes these colours
In their original prelapsarian state
As though straight from the imagination of God in his youngest days
When he still believed that all was good
Azure and turquoise, emerald, veridian, and lapis lazuli
The eye of a goat, semi-precious, half way between amber and arylide
The youngest and greenest shoots of grass in the original Eden
Once your eyes have adjusted to the extreme vestal chastity of this light
The light of any other place is miserable and dank by comparison
It is nothing more than something to see by
A disappointment, a blemish
Even her sea is easier to see through than the air of any other place
A man may float in the water watching the distant sea bed
Clearly visible the lubugrious rays, accompanied by diminutive oceanids
The first grey light began gathering faintly
And then as the light built the mountains, they begin to form themselves
Retaining the dark of night in their bulk
The fog that clung to the peaks lifts, and lost are the shapes of the highest most crests
And dissipated in the warmth of the morning
In the pasture the forms of trees remained drawn in dew on the grass beneath them
In the shallows of the bay, where the sea was calm
They do not see the naked sky
Sun pours down like honey saturating everything she touches
Leaving us fancy-sick
My restless spirit never could endure
To brood so long upon one luxury
A shell for Neptune's goblet
She doth soar
So passionately bright, my dazzled soul
Again I looked, and, O ye deities
Who from Olympus watch our destinies
This said, they rose, faint-smiling like stars
Through winter mists, and take their hand
They stept into the boat, and launched from land

Elysium

2010-07-16T23:54:00.000-07:00

Still unravished groom of quietness, of silence and slow time
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme
What legend haunt about thy shape
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter
Therefore, ye soft pipes, play on
Not to the sensual ear, but more endeared
Pipe to the spirit deities of tone
Fair youth beneath the trees, thou cannot leave

He had reached the island which lay afar
He climbs to shore
Finds a bed of olive bushes
Putting leaves over himself
He falls asleep
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare
Bold lover, never grieve
We cannot fade
For ever wilt thou love, and be fair
Your leaves never bid the spring adieu
Happy melodist unwearied
Piping songs forever new
Then forth from the violent sea he came to land
And went his way until he came to a great cave
Wherein dwelt the dark-tressed nymph
And he found her within
A great fire was burning on the hearth
And from afar over the isle there was a fragrance of cleft cedar and juniper
As they burned; but she within was singing with a sweet voice
And right there about the hollow cave ran trailing a garden vine
In pride of its prime, richly laden with clusters
And fountains four in a row were flowing with bright water hard by one another
Turned one this way, one that
And round about soft meadows of violets and parsley were blooming
More happy love!

More happy, happy love!
Forever warm and still to be enjoyed
Forever panting, and forever young
Who whispers to him so pantingly and close?
His sweet sister of all those lives
His friend, the dearest
Hushing signs she made
And breathed a sister's sorrow to persuade
A yielding up, a cradling on her care
Her eloquence did breathe away the curse
She led him, like some midnight spirit nurse
Of happy changes in emphatic dreams

Eastern Spell

2010-07-06T08:56:00.000-07:00

Before
I was exploring
Not interested in learning about myself
As much as I was eager to cram in all the wildness
Every decision seemed drenched in dark glamour
Oh and I hope I'm not going too fast for you
She is syrup, gold and light
Not too fast for you
Yes, I will be thy priestess, and build a fane
In some untrodden region of my mind
Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain
Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind
Far, far around shall those dark clustered trees
Fledge the wild ridged mountains steep by steep
And there by zephyrs, streams, and birds, and bees
And in the midst of this wide quietness
A rosy sanctuary will I dress
With the wreathed trellis
With buds, and bells
And stars without a name
With all the fancy gardener could feign
Who breeding glowers, will never breed the same
And there shall be for thee all soft delight
That shadowy thought can win
A bright torch, and a casement ope at night
To let the warm love in
Secret sounds of giant sea birds
Singing songs of lonesome sailors
Golden cats in temples only knowing
That the spell of time is his

O god, life is strange!

I love you my brother

Explosive Mouth

2010-07-05T17:53:00.000-07:00

Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks
For you sing, touch me not, come back tomorrow
O my heart, O my heart shies from the sorrow
You gashed the heart of my heart
Like a Portuguese witch
I'd planned for you this land
But you devoured my hand
Hear me sing, swim to me, let me enfold you
And loveliest vision far
Of all Olympus' faded hierarchy
Fairer than these, though temple thou hast none
Nor altar heaped with flowers
Nor virgin-choir to make delicious moan
Upon the midnight hours
No voice, no lute, no pipe, no incense sweet
From chain-swung censer teeming
No shrine, no globe, no oracle, no heat
Of pale-mouthed prophet dreaming
Here I am, here I am, waiting for you
Graze on my lips
And if those hills be dry
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie
She says you ain't got nothing until you hit rock bottom
Will you come in baby?
But will you get burned?
Because I am just what I am
Or so I've learned
I am - maybe a loser
Maybe a sinner
Either way - a perpetual beginner
Blue, silver-white, and budded Tyrian
They lay calm-breathing on the bedded grass
Their arms embraced, and their pinions too
Their lips touched not, but had not bade adieu
As if disjoined by soft-handed slumber
And ready still past kisses to outnumber
At tender eye-dawn of aurorean love
The winged boy I knew
But who wast thou
His Psyche true!
Well the boys keep swinging
The girls keep bringing

Oh yeah!

Interplanetary Waltz

2010-06-19T07:36:00.000-07:00

As when upon a bewitching summers eve
The robed King of the mighty woods appeared
The moss lain dryads are lulled to sleep
Branch charmed by the earnest stars
And the stars will fade from the sky
The moon will fall in the sea
Dream and so dream all night without a stir
As if the ebbing air had but one wave
A land of ancient chivalry
So came these words
And so they went
Flowing tears
Fluttering amongst the Olympians
I see
And I sing
By my own eyes inspired
Upon those midnight hours
Thy oracle
Thy grove
Thy voice
Thy lute
Thy incense sweet
Thy shrine
Of prophet dreaming
Show me the holy night
Show me the rising sun
Utterly amazed were those Titans
O leave them, Muse!
O leave them to their woes
Many a fallen divinity
Of deities or mortals
Or of both
In the vale of Tempe or the hills of Arcady?
What men or gods are these?
What mad pursuit?
What struggle to escape?
What timbrels?
What wild ecstasy?
Wandering in vain about these bewildered shores
Meantime touch piously the Delphic harp
In aid soft warble from the Dorian flute
Through all these labyrinths
Embowered Cyclades
With thine olives green
In which the Zephyr breathes the loudest song
Apollo is once more the golden theme
And his twin-sister sleeping in their bower
And in the morning twilight wandered forth
Beside the osiers of a rivulet
During the pain Mnemosyne upheld
O Goddess of time
Her arms as one who prophesied
O Muse
Celestial

Casual Agent

2010-06-14T07:08:00.000-07:00

Wind of illusion came darkly down my street
Singing softly of the muse
You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever
But you rode on to the violence of the sun
And the colors of the sea blind your eyes
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips
And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise sea
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea
Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide
I want you to be free, but is it free?
Your sorrow that has made a slave of me
I wish to know how to keep you
You rise like a tide in my oceans
And you shine like the moon over them
But you darken the sky when you leave
Forgive me, but you are all I know
The day is breaking now, the earth is dry and torn
I know you're tired from the violence of the storm
I love you, and you are all I know
The sadness in your eyes has made a slave of me
Without you I seem to lose the power of speech
Without you, I am nothing at all
I feel you slipping slowly from my reach
You grow within me like an evergreen
You've never seen the lonely me at all
Let the wind and ocean water
Wash away a thousand memories like sand
She serves the smooth retsina
She keeps me safe and warm
Call in my reservation
Far out in the wilderness
The woods, the hills echo a voice
A voice calling me to come closer
To embrace the mysteries of nature
To know her deepest secrets embedded within
Nature - the immortal beauty
Like nymph Calypso with all her charms
Tries to imprison me forever
The insatiable desire
The greedy need, the want
What is it that I crave for?
This is the question I ask myself
When alone or amongst people
I feel there is depravity within me
You may call it a vice
It is my simple fancy
Of having you forever with me
To be a part of my mornings and evenings
And to make my nights more desirable
I am no saint, but an average being
With ruling of heart and not mind
This time
You will me to name it
It comforts me and makes me feel
And when your fingers find her
She drowns you in her body
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind
The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter
Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands

Sensation Boulevard

2010-06-11T18:11:00.000-07:00

Fair is my love, cruel as he’s fair
His brow shades frown, although his eyes are sunny
His smiles are lightning, though his pride despair
And his disdains are gall, his favors honey
A modest man, decked with a blush of honor
Whose feet do tread green paths of life and love
The wonder of all eyes that look upon him
Live reconciled friends within his brow
Then who had heard the plaints I utter now?
For had he not been fair, and thus unkind
My Muse had slept, and none had known my mind
Come, worth Greek, Ulysses, come
Possess these shores with me
The winds and seas are troublesome
And here we may be free
Here may we sit and view their toil
That travail in the deep
And joy the day in mirth the while
And spend the night in sleep
My spotless love hovers with purest wings
About the temple of the proudest frame
My ambitious thoughts, confined in his face
Affect no honour but what he can give
My hopes do rest in limits of his grace
I weigh no comforts unless he relieve
For he, that can my heart imparadise
Holds in his fairest hand what dearest is
All my life’s sweet consists in his alone
So much I love the most unloving one
Fair nymph, if fame or honor were
To be attained with ease
Then would I come and rest me there
And leave such toils as these
But here it dwells, and here must I
With danger seek it forth
To spend the time luxuriously
Becomes not men or worth
Let others sing of Knights and Paladines
In aged accents and untimely words
Paint shadows in imaginary lines
Which well the reach of their high wit records
But I must sing of thee, and those fair eyes
Ulysses, Oh be not deceived
With that unreal name
This honor is a thing conceived
And rests on others' fame
Begotten only to molest
Our peace, and to beguile
The best thing of our life, our rest
And give us up to toil
Authentic shall my verse in time to come
When yet th’ unborn shall say, Lo, where he lies
Whose beauty made him speak, that else was dumb
Well, well, Ulysses, then I see
I shall not have thee here
And therefore I will come to thee
And take my fortunes there
I must be won that cannot win
Yet lost were I not won
For beauty hath created been
T' undo, or be undone
These are the arcs, the trophies I erect
That fortify thy name
And these thy sacred virtues must protect
Against the dark, and time’s consuming rage
Though th’ error of my youth in them appear
Suffice, they show I lived, and loved thee dear

King of the Rumbling Spires

2010-06-06T19:19:00.000-07:00

Kissing his hair I sat against his feet
Wove and unwove it, wound and found it sweet
Made fast therewith his hands, drew down his eyes
Deep as deep and dreamy like dim skies
Sleep were no sweeter than his face to me
Sleep of cold sea-bloom under the cold sea
What pain could get between my face and his?
Kissing his hair
How we should slumber, how we should sleep
Far in the dark with the dreams and the dews
And dreaming, grow to each other, and weep
Laugh low, live softly, murmur and muse
Yea, and it may be, struck through by the dream
Feel the dust quicken and quiver, and seem
Alive as of old to the lips, and leap
Spirit to spirit as lovers use
My spirit or thine is it, breath of thy life or of mine
Which fills my sense with a rapture that casts out fear
Pan’s dim frown wanes, and his wild eyes brighten as thine
Transformed as night or as day by the kindling year
Earth-born, or mine eye were withered that sees, mine ear
That hears were stricken to death by the sense divine
Earth-born I know thee: but heaven is about me here
The terror that whispers in darkness and flames in light
The doubt that speaks in the silence of earth and sea
The sense, more fearful at noon than in midmost night
Of wrath scarce hushed and of imminent till to be
Where are they? Heaven is as earth, and as heaven to me
Earth: for the shadows that sundered them here take flight
And naught is all, as am I, but a dream of thee
Why is it now
That I come to you like a humble servant
Willing to feed you brilliant words and love
From my own sacred mouth and hands
Willing to say, “I am sorry, I am sorry for all your pain?”
Who wrote all the music you have been playing
Who wrote all your notes of sadness
But also etched and gave you
Every ecstatic wince of joy your face, body and heart has ever known
Okay my dear
You have stumbled enough in the earth’s sweet dance
You have paid all your dues
Many times
Now let’s get down to the real reason
Why we sit together and breathe
And begin the laughing, the divine laughing
Like great heroic women
And magnificent strong men

Samela

2010-06-05T09:43:00.000-07:00

Like to Diana in her summer weed
Girt with a crimson robe of brightest dye
Goes fair Samela
Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed
When wash'd by Arethusa faint they lie
Is fair Samela
As fair Aurora in her morning grey
Deck'd with the ruddy glister of her love
Is fair Samela
Like lovely Thetis on a calmed day
Whenas her brightness Neptune's fancy move
Shines fair Samela
Her tresses gold, her eyes like glassy streams
Her teeth are pearl, the breasts are ivory
Of fair Samela
Her cheeks like rose and lily yield forth gleams
Her brows bright arches framed of ebony
Thus fair Samela
Passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue
And Juno in the show of majesty
For she 's Samela
Pallas in wit, all three, if you well view
For beauty, wit, and matchless dignity
Yield to Samela

The throat of winter

2010-06-01T03:50:00.000-07:00

Look Nymphs, and Shepherds look
What sudden blaze of majesty
Is that which we from hence descry
Too divine to be mistook
This is he
To whom our vows and wishes bend
Here our solemn search hath end
Fame that his high worth to raise
Seem'd erst so lavish and profuse
Less then half we find expressed
Envy bid conceal the rest
Mark what radiant state he spreads
In circle round his shining throne
Shooting his beams like silver threads
This is she alone
Sitting like a Goddess bright
In the center of his light
Might she the wise Leto be
Or the towered Cybele
Mother of a hundred gods
Juno dare's not give her odds
A deity so unparalleled?
As they come forward
The genius of the wood appears
And turning toward them, speaks
Stay gentle, for though in this disguise
I see bright honour sparkle through your eyes
Of famous Arcady ye are, and sprung
Of that renowned flood, so often sung
Divine Alpheus, who by secret lock
Stole under seas to meet his Arethuse
And ye the breathing roses of the wood
Fair silver nymphs as great and good
I know this quest of yours, and free intent
Was all in honour and devotion meant
To the great mistress of your princely shrine
Whom with low reverence I adore as mine
I will assay, her worth to celebrate
And so attend ye toward her glittering state
Where ye may all that are of noble stem
Approach, and kiss her sacred vestures hem
O're the smooth enameld green
Where no print of step hath been
Follow me as I sing
And touch the warbled string
Under the shady roof
Of branching elm star-proof
Follow me
I will bring you where she sits
Clad in splendor as befits
Her deity
Such a rural queen
All Arcadia hath not seen
Trip no more in twilight ranks
Here ye shall have greater grace
To serve the lady of this place
Though Syrinx your Pans Mistress were
Yet Syrinx well might wait on her
And ever against eating cares
Lap me in soft Lydian Aires
Married to immortal verse
Such as the meeting soul may pierce
In notes, with many a winding bout
Of linckèd sweetness long drawn out
With wanton heed, and giddy cunning
The melting voice through mazes running
Untwisting all the chains that tie
The hidden soul of harmony
That Orpheus self may heave his head
From golden slumber on a bed
Of heapt Elysian flowers, and hear
Such streins as would have won the ear
Of Pluto, to have quite set free
His half regained Eurydice
These delights, if thou canst give
Mirth with thee, I mean to live
All Arcadia hath not seen

Painless Persuasion and the Meathawk Immaculate

2010-05-28T06:28:00.000-07:00

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight
And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in
You’re the same wilderness you’ve always been
Slashing through briars
The bracken of your invasive self
So he said in a dream
But the rest of it—all the rest—was waking
More often than not
To the next extravagance
Each mirroring the other
Each hoisting forever upward
Don’t you know it
Don’t you know I love you
There’s an art to everything
How eventually even hunger can become a space to live in
How they made out of shamelessness something beautiful
For as long as they could
Halfway through being someone
I remember past selves
And call them back to me
To recite old lines and practice old maneuvers
All the while questioning if this is okay
If I am already past this life
Or if I am rediscovering some part of me I wish I never lost
It’s so hard to remember what is true sometimes
One single aim fired us
The urge to embrace all experience
And to bear witness concerning it
You would say: It is horrible to be so happy
Sprawled in bed
Yes we are happy
Zealous in the opposite of Zen contentment
See, I long for everything
And you young lady
You need to learn how to sit still and just be
No way mister
I will be sticky and wet
I will touch every precious object
Leave sweet fingerprints of purpose in well lit places
Your neck
How your back arches when I kiss it
Without shame
Without judgement
This is pure
But there is so much more
I want to draw every hidden thing out
To slowly wreck you
With patience
Carry you somewhere darker
Away from all the rules and ideas
Back to who you were
Before you thought about it
Must be a solar flare
I was a landscape in your dream
And all my mountains were on fire
A subtle kiss that no one sees
And a big trapeze
It’s funny how we're just waitin' on some sign
The drop dead dream
The Chosen One
A world unseen
A city wall and a trampoline
Cut out of the sun
Echoes knocking on locked doors
All the laughter from before
I'd rather live out on the street
Than in my haunted memory
Crumble, tumble, house of cards
Alright sir
Sure I'll have another one it's early
Three olives
Shake it up
I like it dirty
Titania laughed
And it seemed to her in that moment that she had two hearts in her
Each pouring out an equivalent feeling toward the prancing figures
And she thought
My life
The good old days
The honest man
The restless heart
The promised land
And as for my inflammatory writ?
Advice from the master derailed that
He says, "Hand that pen over to me poetaster"
While across the great plains
Keening lovely and awful
Ululate the last great novelists
An unlawful lot left to stutter and freeze, floodlit
So quick bright things come to confusion
We can hold a lot of ideas
We can hold a lot of grief
We can wonder if our lives might contain that other thing
Just for a moment
I saw then what I should have seen long before
Namely that our friendship had ripened
To a point when we had already become
In a way part-owners of each other
The day is almost gone and I have the shakes
I smile
His smile always fills me with something new
Ever since happiness heard your name
It has been running through the streets trying to find you

Stolen Property

2010-05-10T04:06:00.000-07:00

When the sun has finally set

And the lion lays down with the lamb
Say goodbye to everyone you've ever met
Better take me as I am
All is one
Two's an illusion now
Shattered when day is done
All is one
Show me the holy night
Show me the rising sun
Angels play dixie on their horns
Giants walk this earth once more
When the dead rise up as you mourn
Here I come right through your door
And the stars will fade from the sky
The moon will fall in the sea
And the mountains will crumble and die
Just be sure you're hanging out with me
Spirit, come and take me now
Spirit, come and fill me now

“Sam”
“Yes?” I say
"Your mouth, it is the prettiest mouth"
“Darling you are not moving any mountains, you are not seeing any visions. I’m in love with you, you are the only thing, you are he. How many times have I hoped that feathery hope, maybe the thing I want to happen will come if I’m quiet? Just an aphorism for every occasion, finders keepers" I say.

"Why won't anyone listen when the Prophet's talking? No more miracle-makers, not since television. Damned to live in the present. This eternal moment. Blessed gift of existence. Clinging to a mystery"

Ugh... get a room!