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Music’s Sacred Trust

I held distrust for a time
For Ashbery’s drifting mind—
Such jumbled flights—did never
Rest upon a Common ground.

Like Beethoven’s sweeping hand,
I craved the solid note—
Not frippery of words or games,
No mere gestures to float.

He showed his music in his eyes,
And struck the mortal keys,
With strength that stirred the firmament—
Unlike Ashbery’s tease.

But time, oh fleeting time does change—
Or was it I—who heard?
The cadence of a deeper strain,
Beneath the wandering word.

Like Beethoven’s thunderous joy,
The meaning now reveals,
Though hidden in the folds of wit,
It presses, true, and seals.

I walk the line with wary step,
Seeking substance in the air,
As Ashbery’s nouns and verbs do rise—
A cautious symphony, so fair.

Yet still I sit at Ludwig’s side,
In reverence and in trust—
For he, in every stroke, commands
The music’s sacred thrust.

:: 10.01.2024 ::


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


O’MORNING

O morning, freshly unfurled, like the dawn of creation,
Bursting with light, as the first moment of being!

The blackbird lifts its voice, primal, triumphant,
A song born from the soil, from the earth’s deep belly.

Sing praises! Sing to the light that climbs from the east,
To the day that emerges, innocent, from the bosom of the world!

Sweet the rains that fall, caressing, tender—
Each drop, a baptism for the earth’s green skin,
Each blade of grass kissed by Heaven’s breath,
The dew a glittering gift, on the fresh face of life.
Praise! Praise the sweetness of the garden,
Sprung up whole, where feet of wonder once trod,
Where the Eternal walks still, in quiet reverence.

Mine is the light, mine the glow of the morning!
I, too, am born with the day, sibling to the sun,
Witness to the glory that Eden knew in its first bloom,
Praise! Praise every breath, every heartbeat, every moment,
For in them, the new day unfolds, God’s hand shaping the world anew!

O morning, breaking as once it broke—
The blackbird sings, unchained, unafraid!
Praise for the song, praise for the dawn!

Praise for the world, springing up, forever fresh, forever young!
God’s Creation for the new day.

:: 09.24.2024 ::


ABRACADABRANTESQUEL

HOW sorrowful my eyes weep
as mortal weeping tears
My breathe, my lungs covered
within filthy pain!

They shower it with jets of savory soup,
As my heart, eyes, and body leaks
beneath the truth of my soul __

Engulfed in laughter, watch them mock,
My sorrowed heart breaks at the stern,
My heart wrapped in a filthy smock!
Lewd and crude, their taunts resound,
They’ve defiled it in every form!

On the helm, their monsters abound,
Lewd and crude, their taunts resound.

This Mind, abracadabrantesque!,

Take my heart, let it be swept clean!
Vulgar and vile, their taunts persist,
They’ve defiled it in ways unseen!
When their gnawing comes to an end,
What shall we do, O stolen heart?
Then drunken stammers from vile friends:
When their gnawing comes to an end:
My soul will wrench, those wretched fiends,
If my heart is wholly consumed:
When their gnawing comes to an end,
What shall we do, O stolen heart?

:: 09.23.2024 ::


As I LaY MYSeLF TO SLeeP I PRAY THE LORD MYSeLF TO KeeP

AS I LAY MYSELF TO SLEEP
I PRAY THE LORD MYSELF TO KEEP

go to sleep little one
go to hell where there’s no prayers
go to heaven where no one hears you

Exit –> life
ENTER –> eternity
(we walk alone)

I TUCKED YOU INTO SOFT ETERNAL SLEEP

be in the never-never land
be in a dream so deep
be – come a shadow of yourself
(i walk alone)

ESCAPE –> self
ENTER –> recycle

One eye open
One eye closed
One night fades, forgotten, decomposed
(my shadow my only friend)

go to sleep little one
go to the place where time dissolves
go to the silence where all resolves

EXIT –> fear
ENTER –> forever
(love always beside me)

:: 09.19.2024 ::


Time and Love Remains A Romantic Reflection

If I love, what am I, but shadow and flame,
A mirror that flickers, that calls my name?
Does love remake me, or unveil what’s been,
The light that’s hidden, or the darkness within?

In the soil, I kneel, where thorns entwine,
The earth beneath me, both cruel and divine.
I crawl through the dirt, stained by the fight,
Yet still I rise toward love’s steady light.

What is real, must I remember it all—
The good, the evil, the rise, and the fall?
To uncover truth is to bear its weight,
The joy and the sorrow that time won’t abate.

The hands that I’ve helped, the wounds I have known,
The shadows of others have marked my own.
For every soul that gave, and each that took,
I am both victim and thief in this book.

Pulling at thorns, the pain won’t release,
Love persists, though suffering won’t cease.
Perhaps I am someone else—someone changed,
Yet you, like the sky, remain unrestrained.

In the light and shadows of those I recall,
I gave them everything, but lost it all.
And still, I seek redemption, not in the past,
But in the love that endures, that might last.

So, I’ll love all, in spite of the pain,
For in love’s embrace, I’ll find myself again.
Through the struggle, the shadows, the wounds, the fall,
I’ll rise, like the dawn, and love will remain through all.

:: 09.17.2024 ::


The Imperial Robe

I see the Night – lit up by Day
Some name it Life – I say – Okay
The World – she wears a starry Cloak
Upon her Collar – Time’s soft yoke

A Seamstress – stitched with subtle Thread
Where Life – and Death – together tread
And in her Garb – from Waist to Knee
Lies all we are – and all shall be

Between the Land – and Ocean wide
Between the Dream – where Shadows bide
Between the Life – and Death’s deep Breath
We dwell – within the Robe of Death!

:: 04.28.2015 ::


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 ::


IT’s NOCTAMBULATION LiVING

NOCTAMBULATION

                          Noctambulant—beneath the Moon— 
I    met  a    Sprite—along  the  Path—

She whispered—soft—between the Trees—
“You’ve devoured—all my Hope—”

Her Heart—a Dream—gently placed—
Upon the Clouds—of fleeting Joy—
As if a Party—meant to last—
But vanished—in the Night—

Within my Heart—we wandered far—
I glimpsed—Life’s long—elusive Thread—
Then tumbled—deep—into the Arms—
Of Love—forevermore—

In Petals—lush—of Crimson Red—
And Ivory White—such Memories bloom—
A Child’s Joy—now lost to Time—
Find me—where No Thing exists—

Bid Nature’s Choir—sing of Spring—
The Embers fade—but Love persists—
Beneath the sad—eternal Night—
A Moon—of Silver—wistful light—

(Rev: 08.22.2024 ::)


I am Forever In Debt

How you walk alone in rain clouds
smothering skies
Dressed blue fringes brown mud bare feet
and brilliant eye tears not from nature
but from Love broken i was taught as child
love is a small thing with big eyes
So lost in your big eyes bleeding cancer in mind

oh say:

In the quiet storm of your solitude, the rain clouds hang heavy
like unspoken dreams, draping the world in a veil of melancholic haze.
You tread the earth, bare feet sinking into the wet embrace of mud,
as if the world itself mourns with you, absorbing your every step,
every tear that falls from eyes too brilliant for this dim reality.

The fringes of your being, once adorned in the delicate blue of innocence,
now flutter like forgotten memories in the wind, frayed by the passage of time
and the weight of unfulfilled promises. The tears you shed, they do not belong to
nature—they are the essence of a heart broken by the purest force known to man:
Love.

A force that, as a child, was taught to you as something small, yet with eyes so vast they could swallow the universe.

And now, in the cavernous depths of your mind, those eyes have become a cancer,
an all-consuming void that devours every thought, every emotion, until nothing remains
but the echo of your own despair. You walk alone, not just in the world, but in the very fabric of existence,
lost in the labyrinth of your own making, where love is both the light that guides and the shadow that blinds.

As you drift through the mist of your memories, the world around you warps and bends, reshaping itself into a landscape that mirrors the turmoil within. Trees twist into grotesque forms, their branches reaching out like the skeletal fingers of forgotten hopes, while the ground beneath you pulses with the heartbeat of the earth, alive with the sorrow that has seeped into its core. Each step you take is a dance with the past, a delicate waltz with the ghosts of what once was, their whispers curling around you like smoke, filling your lungs with the bitter taste of regret.

The sky, once a canvas of endless possibilities, now hangs heavy with the weight of lost dreams, its colors bleeding into one another like tears on a page. The rain that falls is no longer water, but a torrent of shattered illusions, each drop a fragment of a future that will never come to pass. You raise your eyes to the heavens, searching for solace, but find only the reflection of your own despair staring back at you, mocking the hope you once held so dear.

In this surreal world of your creation, you are both the artist and the masterpiece, the creator of your own torment, painting with the hues of heartbreak and the brushstrokes of loneliness, lost in a world where love has become a distant memory, a faint echo in the chambers of a forgotten heart.

Orchids of smiles dying in your highness sigh.

:: 08.14.2024 ::