Friday, January 20, 2006
Media hype...
drives us: on impulse we push on for more, seek to uncover what keeps us apart, yearn to discover what’s at our heart’s core, adore stars above us, admire their art, bestow upon them gifts rich in fancy, emulate them, adorn ourselves like them, watch them again, and again; take chancy risks to meet...
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Friday, January 13, 2006
The King’s Daughter
Hidden in a cave, underwater, lost for years, is a treasure in a trunk sunk at sea. On a parchment golden gilded and sealed with royal decree are writ the secrets of a kingdom fraught with fears. It seems that certain strangers landing by the castle walls intruded in upon a solemn feast. They stole...
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CONTENTS
(for Ariala, with sincere affection) Somewhere in media res the end began with an ebony undertow, as the black tusk of fear crept shadowy night over silken white end-tables of time’s nude nostalgic daydream humanity reclined sunk in satin on serene leather cushions of amiable illusion woven from...
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Fighting Fear
Calm me, placate me, erase my bad dreams; tonight of all nights as I stare at the sky; awake way past midnight my mind still teems with visions of violence; force me to cry; force me to die: I yearn for the graveyard, the tomb, cold comfort must give to the dead; yet I see glimpses too gruesome to...
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Thursday, January 12, 2006
TRUE LOVE
Enticing, inviting, sweet as a pear, alluring, ensconcing, like wine on tongues, touching through lips locked so firmly to share an embrace: of such are soft supple thongs that bind us now each to each; thighs, too, joined in a moist firm grip and groove, undulate proving love, given and taken: as...
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Wednesday, January 11, 2006
A Sonnet to the Potheads
Life is short and then you die: A cliché. That’s why kids get high. Such a sad display. Consider a poignant response to this: You were born to live forever. Don’t miss out—don’t pass it by—don’t waste it away by getting high. Too many to my dismay live their whole lives by the motto of KISS: Rock...
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The john and the she-wolf come to some terms
Gothic beyond all limits of dark grace, intense as a Titian on stark display is the look of horror on the john’s face. Full is the moon, high above clouds of gray. Soon he is bit by the she-wolf whose prey upon humans sates her crude appetite. The john is hellbent to live, come what may; He fights...
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Monday, January 9, 2006
...stuff that dreams are made of...
Trite as truth, wrong as right Good as evil, bright as night: Nothing real is what seems Fiction, life: stuff of dreams Melville penned a whale in prose. Jesus wept, and died, and rose. Love endures; love will last: A present from the past. Somber King, callous dawn Feeling more than put upon:...
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Thursday, January 5, 2006
BARE FANGS
Hale as gods, our troops prepare to meet with Scottish foes. The whetted appetite excites, and so the prelude party goes. Music sweeps us vista-like into a moonlit trance. Celtic mystery invites, and to the pipes we dance. Through the forests great and green come the fearsome Scots as the wind...
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Sunday, January 1, 2006
an i on eyes
die verse if i cat ion I cut you. You bleed love. Among your groans and sighs I sense great need fulfilled. I have sung of your love, and I have fit like a suture into your wound, and followed you home to prove I was more than merely a passing fancy. * * * I cut you. You bleed love. I on eyes: they...
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