Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Stern tidings to stem the bow
Curse that flaming cursor! Its blinking vertical eye mocks my inability to conjure up a line that sits like lions proud surveying Pride Lands rich and fine. Were I an ancient mystic with a wand of arcane arts, my Muse would find her way straight to my readers’ hearts. And all whose sea-winds blow...
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Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Death in Life: Why choose breath?
Blind faith fed with faint hope revives little: True sadness lasts much longer day by day. The will, iron-mettled, grows more brittle, as health ebbs in shadowy dusk so gray. Fell cruelty to urge a smiling hope when in great sickness, love diseased grows faint; and portraits hung on empty walls, a...
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Thursday, May 19, 2005
The Perfect Dream
I dreamed of yesterday, unlike anything I’d ever known. You were there and them, whose closeness, like a pear, hung high above my peace, hung heavy, like the clouds, whose lisping laughter ceased to charm my dreaming mind as warm winds caressed my leaves. Too tall a tree for dreams so languid and...
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Wednesday, May 18, 2005
FROM CALIGULA TO CHRIST! FROM MARRIAGE TO HOMO-EROTICA! WHAT GIVES?
Caligula lived awash in his sense; Lapped up copious luxury daily; His cravings insatiate were immense; Denying nothing, he lusted fully. Spiritual men fight lusts of the flesh; Christ taught that to marry is far better Than to burn up in fleshy lusts that crush The spirit. Lately men ponder matter...
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Friday, May 13, 2005
THE TIME CAPSULE
Deep now; steeper now; this cave-cliff is high, and I gasp at the thinness of the air. Why have I crept here? Wherefore do I cry? Where is my audience? Are they still there? In the museum of my soul’s quaint heart, I survey the exhibits on proud display. What plucky theme of ancient antique art was...
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Night and Day: A Sonnet
Despair, that villain—old, haggard and spare hunts like a demon for victims to scourge. Faith, pretty lover—young, vibrant and fair weeps for her children when she has the urge. Morning sunrise over mountains breaks bright, turning away from sad Night’s waning view. Beaten like lightning that puts...
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COMMITMENT
Bear with me my friends, I’ve much to impart: there is more here than meets the raised eyebrow. Suspicions, once met, are like high-priced art, thoughts and intents make for quite a fine show. Yet eternal commitments are rarer than the promise of a middle-east peace, and when heaven’s bright choir...
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Monday, April 25, 2005
FINAL REFLEX
Seize her! Ectoplasmic spasm of a final orgasm creates havoc with my inner thigh Necrophile defiles the supple, as mile piles upon retrogressive mile of leers and languishing smiles whose bite is a locked jaw of remorse: in a final fatal reflex of an epileptic seizure a feigned allusion to Caesar...
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LUNAR ILLUMINATIONS
I ache from a longing to situate the smiling moon somewhere west of Eden. Feel me, in complacent and satiate bliss, as we walk barefoot through a moist fen. Feed me with lust, as carnal sapience sheds its thick skin in favor of dusky- hued splendor. In soft twilight silence I hear your voice: low,...
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Saturday, April 23, 2005
PORNSHORN
Such strength of soul it takes to bare one this way. Do we lose or find ourselves in what we lust for each and every day? Does hope relay our bitter fears? Does mystery unveil them? Of all the porno girl's careers, are there any less grim than the knowledge that her only love might just be another...
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