I REFRAIN from the thought
that death of love is for naught
that shores ebb away
from the tides of luna
All without meaning or thought
Let me dream of a reason
if I may have eons to think
that logic dictates feeling —
tears are salt and not honey
Is life bitter or death sweet?
— // —
I prefer pain to death
even in deep regret
Over frozen feelings
that flee summer’s breath
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I dreamed a dream more real than reality
and found myself in a universal library
towers of shelves and gossamer in the air
The binding of a book stories above
caught my eye and I begged to see
a ball of light provided safe flight
Together we ascended the storied columns
ages untold past my path too many to know
and at last I was eye to eye with this book
I asked the light if this was the book
to know and read to know it all
She said to read one was to read them all
So I read from front to back and in between
the mysteries of the universe unraveled
and I knew the story of the One and All
With this knowledge I can make wrong right
and cast away the blight of all human ill
the light said no, you will not remember
Still, I begged, a morsel of truth be taken
to my world to better society and cure ill
the light said each path must work the till
I woke this night with a startle and saw
the Book from this vision and begged to see
but the pages were all blank before me
— // —
When you took off your cloths…
my heart bloomed like flowers
Your eyes like petals unfolded
South whispers quaintly
to the violin in my heart
Crescendo cuts my veins
So we lay down
the last time
Legs entwined and heat
so searing
My smile a portal
to the pouring rain
Steel and gray
You never betray me
Steel and gray
Your rain burns through me
Oh aged scrapbook so yellow
frayed edges still cut deep
Acidic ink bleeds through me
And there you were – smiling
in the photo of us
by the bay
The grim reaper hid
beneath the waves
Still tragedy beneath
veneer beats
bicuspids grind —
my soul flatly
Canine waves pierced
my lover apart
Still a tragedy
after all these years
Barely dry blood
oh enormous feelings
I’m crying in the
rain of steel and gray
Steel and gray
You never betray me
Steel and gray
Your waves burns through me
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A STOLEN moment
from god tears my
soul asunder
Reveling folly between
the epic battles
we cherish
Love, pain,
death and birth
that colors humanity
The fire
and destruction
shape our destiny
Flesh and blood
the currency of
this world
An unseen audience
watches from the
hidden dimensions…
We are
the grand theater
for all angelic creatures!
They marvel at our
strength to struggle
in bodily form
The isolation is
unbearable and manifests
in disease
We, the true Kings
and Queens
teach the heavens…
We teach what is compassion
and true evil
in broad strokes
And save the God-head
from Eternal oblivion
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MANY times more than twice have I seen
the ghosts of family, friends and then…
some whose faces that I did not know
Quaintly, with ethereal elegance they are
silky touch, feather breath, and opal eye
Outside of the tick-tock of father time
It is most inappropriate to ask of them
to state their business or intended pleasure
extend your politeness over scorn I say
//–//
IN our need to ration
preparedness for death
none prepares us more
than the little death
which we call orgasm
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