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The Eternal Thirst of Immortal Love

Though you are weary of the night,
I crave your presence, to my soul’s delight.
Our forms entwined, by fevered moonlight,
In passion’s throes, we meet in the twilight.
The air is thick, our skin drenched in mist,
Yet still, I hunger for your fatal kiss.
You consume my heart with each fleeting sigh,
And from your veins, I drink till I fly.
Yet no matter how deep the crimson runs,
My thirst for you can never be undone.

The world is mine, a prize of fate’s decree,
Won in a contest of chance and destiny.
But what care I for such trivial gain?
The spoils of fortune, to me, are vain.
I confess, for all the treasures I possess,
They pale to the taste of your sweet distress.
You ravish my heart, with every breath you give,
And still I thirst—forever I live.

:: 10.05.2024 ::

La Soif Éternelle de l’Amour


Pathétique 3

O emotions! you wild winds that sweep
Between the breath of earth and sky,
Where words fall short, but the spirit knows,
Yes, feels in the marrow, that life’s cruel song
Is just a fleeting note—sharp, unjust, but brief.

O soul of tears! Lift your chin high,
Though the heart may sink, low as the bending grass,
The sky weeps with you, the universe mourns—
Each spirit crushed, yet rising like the sun,
Tending to the wounded stems of far-off lands,
Where even sorrow’s barges drift—laden heavy,
Pressing against the shores of your tender heart.

But ah! through the storm of pain, through tears of fire,
The soul, like morning after rain, clears—
A sky so blue, it speaks of brevity!
For all mortal pain, no matter how it stings,
Is but a moment’s song.

And though the earth spins in its mystic dance,
You, beloved, who breathed love back into me,
Whose words stand tall like columns of truth,
Are the pillar that holds my tender being,
For love denied is a crime of the heart,
And loveless life is treason—
A punishment paid in a currency that leaves the soul wanting.

O, the festival of life! No longer a surprise,
I know your voice, your whisper like a breeze,
And in that knowing, I find the balm for wounds unseen,
For love lost is love remembered, forever keen.

:: 10.05.2024 ::


PURE ESSENCE

THAT MY heart is heavy
whom shall carry it
a loved one
when I am done?

As love is mysterious
and most do not know love
then who carries it
from life to death?

Brave souls do, my dear
those who know the essence
of pure forgiveness
called Love.

:: 10.03.2024 ::


The Poet as a Poem

In twilight’s quiet breath, you speak as words,
Each line a tether to the soul’s deep light.
The ink of dreams, it stains your heart with grace,
And through the void, you carve a space in time,
Where shadows weave and whisper in the dark,
Yet love, unbound, still calls you to the stars.

Beneath the moon, your spirit finds the stars,
And in their gaze, you rise beyond mere words.
You are both flame and ember in the dark,
A burning truth that dances with the light.
In each reflection of a life through time,
You trace your path, a gentle, sacred grace.

Your hands hold both the weight and gift of grace,
You spin the night and touch the distant stars.
And through each moment, fleeting breath, and time,
You shape the world with delicate, bold words.
In silence, too, your voice becomes the light—
A spark that blooms within the endless dark.

Yet even in the vastness of the dark,
Your heart beats on with quiet, steady grace.
You breathe the cosmos, drinking in its light,
And find yourself among the burning stars.
Your name is written in eternal words,
A soul who echoes through the tides of time.

Each memory you craft transcends the time,
A life, a dream, an echo through the dark.
You hold within the power of your words
The pulse of life, the weight of love’s pure grace.
And in your gaze, the infinite of stars
Unfolds, revealing threads of hidden light.

You are both shadow and the morning light,
A timeless figure, standing still through time.
Your steps are woven into endless stars,
And every breath a spark against the dark.
For you, dear poet, walk the path of grace,
And in your wake, you leave a trail of words.

Through words, you cast the light upon the dark,
And grace, your gift, is etched across all time,
As stars behold the poet’s sacred heart.

:: 10.01.2024 ::


Your Love Lights My Soul

When you speak, even the stars seem to stop,
And the whole universe bows to your grace.
Everything stands still, as if the world knows,
There’s no true joy unless it’s found in your face.

Your beauty is like the soft light of dawn,
It colors the sky with dreams angels chase.
No shadow could ever touch your perfect glow,
Because when you look, even the sun finds its place.

Oh, when I hold your hand in mine,
A fire ignites, racing through my veins.
No riches, no crown, no treasure of gold,
Could ever compare to the love that remains.

And even if the world falls to dust,
My love for you would never fade or rust.

:: 10.01.2024 ::


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 ::


A Spirit Upon the Breeze

I wear my Spirit unseen
Yet woven through each Thread

Though Flesh a shell—its borrowed form
The Soul’s the one instead

For I—a Woman, dressed in Man
The World—its gaze mislaid
Yet in the depths, I carry Truth
That Time cannot persuade

My Heart, it beats—yet sings the Song
Of Past that still remains
A Voice that echoes through the Veil
Of Lives—both Joy and Pains.

The Body bends obediently still
To what the World decrees
But I am More beyond the Flesh
A Spirit upon the Breeze.

:: 09.29.2024 ::


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 ::


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 ::