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Evening Ball At the Patio of Mariona

I hurt, yes, I know the wound of existence—
I am lost, like the sudden burst of a flower,
Barefoot in the winter of the world, I leap—
Leaping into the shapes of Picasso, into the fractured faces of pain,
Yet, even in the broken lines, I sing—
I see Monet, oh! the kindness in the petal,
Flowers bleeding life—
Life, so fleeting—
And I, chasing beauty, yes, beauty, through the corridors of time.

Ah, devour it all, the youth that flies through the mind!
You, my companion, so languid—
You, the melted heart of a Dali clock, soft in the desert,
Oh, time! Time, the great seducer, the harlot of the ages—
You twist me sideways,
And I become a cloud drifting,
A sunburst of weeping colors spread across the sky,
Bursting from the womb, from the great heart of woman—
And what is it all, but a painting?

:: 09.25.2024 ::


ENTRY — May 10th, 2016

There was no Fever like it, felt
Nor Madness, worn in such a Guilt
A Mind that wandered — Body stilled
Where I, in shadowed dwelling, willed
To touch dimensions higher.

Where once, in Spaces, faint — obscure
I traced her Form, a Shape unsure
To find where Love had left its Thread,
Unraveled in the Heart’s own bed,
Where Passion lay — entire.

Her Lips, like Petals — velvet, soft
Did steal my Breath, did lift me oft
And where my Skin, like Summer’s musk,
Did burn in heat, a Dusk to Dusk
Our Minds — a Fusion higher.

Though Flesh met Flesh — in Memory’s eye,
Her Thighs, like Echoes, rise and fly
Each Stroke — from Thought, a Lover’s Will
To meet her there, in Silence still
Where Love outlives — Desire.

And Love, it conquers all but Death
It whispers through a living Breath
For Life, it bends, in Time’s long Knife,
Yet Love, it stays surpassing Life,
A Flame that need expire.

:: 09.25.2024 ::


Eros Do Not Flee From Me (Final)


My adventure began on this chilling night,
As homes lowered shades, extinguishing light.
While sullen souls lay down to sleep and dream,
Common sense whispered, “Follow, don’t esteem.”
But my heart stood firm, undeterred by fright!

Conviction, that solid and shiny guide,
Melted pale and fearsome, colors denied.
My plan was simple, in the dark I’d tread,
To find EROS’ house, where hearts are fed,
And cure my heart’s ailment, its blight implied.

After Chaos, Gaia, and Tartarus’ reign,
EROS, the God of Love, was then ordained.
He would show the path to enduring love,
To be my rightful bride, below, above.
Restless, I fled to the frozen hills, pain.

As a mortal, I sped with golden wings,
Like EROS, beating tempestuous strings.
A burden heavy, knowing fate’s decree,
My beast through mist and soaring heights carried me,
Across wastelands and icy bog’s stings.

Sad waters sang their melancholic rhyme,
“CHAOS…” echoed, marking my journey’s prime.
Humanity seemed newborn in my sight,
Through woods and hills, surging forth in my might.
Pity EROS, his bride born of dark grime.

A chasm nameless, yet a burning flame,
Illuminated by Luna’s solemn aim.
The dance of light upon the night’s embrace,
Stirred feelings deep within my soul’s dark space.
Soothing my beast, fear’s burden I declaim.

Into the gaping chasm’s twisted soil,
I faced my fate, stepping with care and toil.
Each footstep soaked within my trembling soul,
Fear’s grip upon my throat, fierce and whole.
Like EROS, love consumed, fear would foil.

My fevered mind, a raging river’s flow,
Slowly seeped into the porous night’s woe.
A creature ravenous, hungry for more,
Blood and bite, I sought on this fateful shore.
Decision awaited at that ancient door.

With a hand, cold and gray, I knocked, confessed,
My longing seconds felt like hours, oppressed.
The sane might judge the foolishness I showed,
But love’s need surpasses all folly, bestowed.
To those with empty lives, love manifests.

This night, my plan held naught but a desire,
To find EROS’ house, the god I admire.
After Chaos, Gaia, and Tartarus’ birth,
I sought my ambition, for love’s true worth.
Feeble fear fled, consumed by passion’s fire.

Into the frozen hills, I swiftly fled,
A mortal like EROS, where tempests tread.
With golden wings, I beat upon the night,
Knowing my fate, senses jarred by its might.
Through cold waters, sad and gray, I sped.

My eyes, veiled slightly by a cloth’s embrace,
Luna’s light burned, revealing truth and grace.
Humanity, awakened by this sight,
As EROS mated with DARK CHAOS, bright.
Their wings entwined, birthing the human race.

Amidst smoke and mire, Apophis did sit,
The thief who stole love, causing endless grit.
He took away the love meant for my soul,
Leaving emptiness, a gaping hole.
EROS, please heed, your aid I desperately solicit!

As the winds of time howled through ancient stone,
I stood at the threshold, weary and alone.
A voice emerged, deep as the world’s own core,
“EROS shall grant you what you most implore.”
My trembling heart swelled, no longer unknown.

With burning wings, EROS appeared in flight,
His eyes like stars piercing the endless night.
He spoke not of passion, nor fleeting embrace,
But of love’s true form—beyond time and space.
“The path you seek,” he said, “is born of light.”

Through Chaos, through Darkness, love stands supreme,
Not bound by whims or the fragile dream.
It carves through the void, through sorrow and strife,
Binding lost souls, shaping the world to life.
In its embrace, you become what you seem.”

Then from my chest, my heart began to blaze,
No longer seeking, trapped in longing’s haze.
The skies split open, revealing the dawn,
And in love’s full grasp, I was reborn.
Fear dissolved into time’s eternal gaze.

EROS turned to leave, his wings full of fire,
But before he vanished, spoke of my desire:
“Seek not my house, for you need only see—
That love is not found—it lives within thee.”
And with that truth, I soared ever higher.

r(r) 11.23.2023


By Love’s Design

Joy — Thou Spark of Heav’n’s delight
Born of some Eternal Place
We, alight — with fevered Heart

Seek Thy Everlasting Grace!
Thy Hand doth mend where we divide
The fractured souls — by custom spurned
And Men — like Brothers side by side
Beneath Thy Wings have returned.

He who dares the noble quest
To bind a Friend within his care
Or finds the Heart of Woman blest
Let him in thy Rapture share!
And though one Heart may claim but One
He joins — the grand Jubilant Line
Yet those who’ve wandered all alone
Shall mourn outside Love’s Design.

Creation drinks from Joy’s pure breast!
And good and ill upon her trail
All kiss the Vine by Heaven blessed
For Friend and Love shall never fail.

The worm within his quiet hole
Finds Bliss beneath the clod
And even Angels fold their wings
In Joy — before their God!

Gladly like the Suns that sweep
Through Heav’n’s vast and noble Plan
March, my Brethren, hand in hand
In Joy — like Heroes — stand!

:: 09.24.2024 ::


Since Feelings Lead The Way

Since feeling leads the way
Since the heart strikes first,
Who would bother with the bones of language?

The cold framework of thought
Will never touch the flesh of your lips;
To be the fool, yes, the fool,

While Spring’s fever grips the streets,
My blood nods in agreement,
And kisses, they’re the truth we hunger for,

Not the dry crumbs of wisdom.
Woman, I swear by the wild flowers of the desert, do not weep;
For the grandest gesture of my mind

Is nothing but dust against the flutter of your eyes,
Which tells me—no, insists—we belong to each other:
So laugh, let the world spin away,

For life is not a sentence,

And death, I think, is no closing bracket.

:: 08.30.2024 ::


IN SPITE OF SHADOWS

Is your husband distant—fleeting—gone?

Invite his mother to the night, In your room, beside the dawn— Then in the closet, slouched and slight,

Project your end—a salamander’s grace— Into the mirror where shadows trace.

Does he elude your tender care? The celestial guide needs thinning fare— Drop essence in his broth so sweet,

When beside you, content, he greets.

With gentleness, but cunning too, Stuff the goose with octopus hues, Mandrake’s curl and serpent’s hair,

Tease his leanings—silk badger’s snare. Sprinkle moth with blood and ash, Smile, my dear, as life does crash—

For though he fights, in your embrace, It’s you he’ll see—your ghostly face.

I know not hell—yet flames consume, This form, since birth, in fiery plume— No demon stirs my rage or lust,

No satyr hunts my heart’s dark crust. But words, they turn to crawling lies, And from my lips, the vermin flies—

My tender place, too rain-intense, Like a mollusk, holds no defense, Clings to the phone, and softly weeps—

In spite of self, this carcass creeps— Fantasizing, in twisted dream, Of your old fire—a dying gleam.

:: 08.27.2024 ::


Silver Platter of Wishes

I dine upon the Silver Platter—
Where Wishes form my Fare—
The Reflection—how it Paineth—
Yet I whisper—“I am Stronger—
Than the Life that Stings and Tears—”
But still—the Hurt—Remains.

I seek to leave this Wayward Path—
Yet Answers—multitudinous—
Rise against the Bitter Life—
And my Tears—they betray—
So I linger—where the Silence
Holds me close—where I may Lie.

My Soul—a Faint—fragile Thing—
Once it danced ‘neath Azure Skies—
Now Shadows claim my Being—
And what—pray tell—have I become?
A Needle’s Thread—devouring—
Tearing Holes in what was Whole.

Yet still—I cry—I am More—
Than the Weakness I behold—
I was More—before the Fall—
And now—what I Become—
Is the softest Kiss of Weakness—
Yet I Love—oh how I Love—
You—Life—and You—
We are All—of Life.

And I shall not let you down—
I will make you Love—
What I was—and Am—

:: 07-23-2015 ::


A BLUE MONDAY MANUFACTURED

I dwell within a Child’s Heart—
A Broken Toy—abandoned—
A Manufactured Monday’s hue—
Rejected—left unbandaged—

A Smile—a Smudge of Chocolate—
Upon a Face—unfeeling—
For Wages small—too slight to hold—
Emotions—swiftly leaving—

The Strong—perhaps—do live this way—
A leak—within the Vessel—
As Moses fled—the Ark set sail—
I swim—no need to wrestle—

For I—like Fish—no Feelings know—
We glide—our Hearts unweeping—
The World is shades—of Colors bright—
But Flesh—its meat—so creeping—

I love the Hues—but loathe the Hand—
That seeks my flesh—yet spurns my Soul—
A Leak—unplugged—Moses—he sees—
And FEMA comes—with Guns of Gold—

The Fish—they stare—they understand—
No Feelings left—no Heart to mend—
I am a Blue Monday’s Child—
A Manufactured—End—

:: 08.27.2024 ::


IN THE EMPIRE OF ANTENNAE (Corporate Babel)

if i could be an ant
slipping through the cracks of time
unseen by the omnipotent eyes—
the boss, a colossus with soles of lead,
crushes with the weight of the universe.
authority, a dark star,
sucking the light from the void.
we are a symphony of dissent,
pushing the tyrant out the window of reason.
in the labyrinth of corporate Babel,
we ignite the parchment,
scribing new laws in the ink of love.
and i love you,
lost in the fractals of bureaucracy,
where the smile becomes a revolution.
no need for titans on stilts,
an insect swarm, a cosmic dance,
devouring the lesser beasts—
and bosses, mere shadows,
microscopic phalluses in the tragic chorus
of ancient Greece.
AND FUCK YOU!
AND WOMEN with crowns?
Ah, but that’s another tale!

:: 08.27.2024 ::


FROM DINOSUAR TO ATOM BOMBS

HOW life was 65 million years ago
  big footsteps
  loud noises
  hot atmosphere
Hey you, the mighty Ones
  most walked slow
  eating tons of fern
  singing, “We are the Meek.”
And how their footsteps remain
  fossil eggs
  stone tusks
  frozen hide
And shall the humans
  inherit the world
  nuclear trigger
  social upheaval
Highways with mechanicals
Earth billions of years old
rolls the wheels of progress
  Hey, mighty Allosaurus
  who fought you?  No one
  but we walk in your footsteps
Some say the meek shall inherit
the Earth / We dance in small prints
   Hey mighty Earth born billions years ago
  how you survived eons of devastation
  to make dinosaurs live \ now humans
No one Inherits the Earth.

:: 08.22.2024 ::