Thursday, December 29, 2005
Re: party, eh?
A mocker of silence and slow time Sired a gifted child of the sun Who learned to fit rhythm to rhyme And ran in the race Man had begun. He hit his head on the ceiling of truth, He pounded his fists on walls of despair, He tore up the floorboards of faith Upon which he walked with great care. Under...
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Sunday, December 25, 2005
Trial by Desire
This diachronic slice is too surreal. Alter the ego—it needs to be changed. If you need guidance, tell me how you feel. Moment by moment you grow more deranged. You move artfully from cradle to grave, Pulling to earth from freefall in the dusk; Walking away from the rush with a wave, More certain...
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Monday, December 19, 2005
Buddha's gold is pure as light
The smiling Buddha’s rolling by. He is so quiet and so shy. He tells of all the peace he’s known. He sows the seeds he’s always sown. There from his dais clothed in white, He speaks of love in wisdom’s light. Humans suffer daily in pain. Nirvana’s gentle like the rain.
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Sunday, December 18, 2005
Tied up by Truth
My smiles fled like prisoners from a cell Pell-mell to new-found freedom’s beck and call As soon as Death’s dire drum roll tolled my knell, And Fortune pitched her hard, swift, sliding ball. My shouldered bat hung heavy by my side. The Umpire called me out and sealed my fate. This hurt the home...
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Tuesday, November 29, 2005
A Rondel
The Last Adieu Darkest is the fairest farewell. Often in fear you bid adieu. Seldom does friendship end on cue. To foreknow is not to foretell. Lost love stories are hard to tell. No one knows what pain might ensue. Darkest is the fairest farewell. Often in fear you bid adieu. Broadest is the...
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Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Post-Marital Martial Art: A Bland to Bland Combat
Jejune as an actuarial list in a bottle in a storm somewhere off some minor quay, his pent-up Ledger of Anger, could not wash itself ashore upon the Isle of Innisfree. It was on this Isle where his wife of thirty-seven years lay in still, solemn, state within civil and regal robes of redoubtable...
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Sunday, November 13, 2005
Inextricably
You wound me around your baby finger, I watched my life slip through the cracks. I swore I’d remain single, until I met you; I bought you your Charriol ring at Saks. You’re a triumph of the spirit; You’re angel-fire, demon-breath; You’re elegance refined, élan; You’ve scorned the sullen sconce of...
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Thursday, November 10, 2005
Prayer of the Prey—The Ballad of Ruth
sun came out today after a windy night calm blue sky height- less above where eagles prey upon unsuspecting victims far below… 5 in a field beneath, scurrying along is a gray squirrel with a nut for his shelter so low; diving soundless and surreal with the song of sudden death in its windswept...
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Wednesday, November 9, 2005
Time, the Jealous Goddess
Time holds us in her grip and will not let us go, for she is a jealous goddess, and, like the winter snows, her cold caress coats all our land in a white wet blanket. Incremental moments accrue interest in foreign bank accounts where our largesse is not taxed because investor’s finesse keeps...
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Monday, November 7, 2005
Prime Time Programming
Divested of purse and purpose by those some choose to call fair and fabulous when purchasing a vowel, I turn my eyes from Vanna, still cliquish in my mood, just in time to have a surreal verisimilitude: Arrested Development is not just another TV show; conceptually, it typifies my aunt whose clothes...
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