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Wednesday, July 10, 2002

My Muse

 

My muse calls to me

In my dreams

 

Dreams of love

And abandonment

 

Of other lifetimes

And new adventures

 

Like a siren

Calling me from the cliffs

 

I want to answer

But fear prevents me

 

Fear of wanting

Fear of needing

A new me

A new us

 

Fear of the unknown

Fears of loss of identity

Of losing myself in desire

And longing.

 

 

 

 


Sunday, July 07, 2002

Don Quixote, Where for art thou?

Your Dulcinea awaits you

Where is my justice?

Where is my brave but foolish knight?

I will love you in spite of your foibles

Which to me are precious

I see you in my dreams

Rescuing me on your trusty steed

Save me Quixote

Save me from this life

For all I have is hope

That you will be around the next corner

Let me share in your noble quests

I can be your Pancho Sancha too


Thursday, June 27, 2002

Sweet Agony/Cruel Ecstasy

 

Sweet agony and

Oh so cruel ecstasy

 

The sweet agony lays

In the anticipation

 

The ecstasy of glimpsing

Adonis from afar

Being cruel in its

Promise unrequited

 

The unfinished sentence

The unsaid thought

The door left ajar

Winking back at me!

 

The song yet composed

Pining for its melody

 

The voyage yet traveled

It’s homecoming not yet conceived of

 

The flame yet extinguished

Soft red burning embers

Faint but glowing

In the distance.

 

 

 


Wednesday, June 26, 2002

Emissions In Megahertz
 
Deep dark chocolaty pools
I dive in almost unconsciously
Silkenly velvety warm envelopes me
 
Weightless falling into the soft deep vibrato
catching me in a net of mellifluous sound
Causing shockwaves and shivers
Like the echoes of sound waves on a tuning fork
Penetrating to the core of sound
 
Leaving me to languish in
the folds of the bi-sected chin
to the deep supersternal notch
 
From the valley of the solar plexus
To the crown of silken curls
Lavishing in endless time
 
The recesses and excesses
the mountains and streams
flowing back to the eternal sea


Friday, March 22, 2002

the artist baring his soul

the artist
takes quite a risk
he lays forth his art
and bares his soul

an artist must brave
the uncertain tides of
public approval
like a cast away
on a raft
in the ocean
parched
staring into the sun

but like robinson crusoe
i ride my own tides
for the public is too fickle

you keep putting yourself out there
regardless of reception
forging bubbling up from underground
to find a shiny diamond
emerge
more resilent
stronger
for braving the storms



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