Love is grey, my dear,
when time is slow.
Black and white are
lovers, and where
their bodies touch-
Love is grey, my dear.
Friday, December 4, 1992
Wednesday, November 25, 1992
Clay
A touch, and you send me spinning
Faster - gravity draws your hands
Onto my form. I am molded by your
Love, and by your fire - raise me
to the next level: I am a vessel,
fill me full, and I am fulfilled.
Faster - gravity draws your hands
Onto my form. I am molded by your
Love, and by your fire - raise me
to the next level: I am a vessel,
fill me full, and I am fulfilled.
Sunday, November 22, 1992
Slate
time, like a river, flows
between us - leaving one,
where two lay dormant, by
emptiness, and ´destiny±. a
danger lies - you changed
and so did i to something
different, something more
´permanent± than any brutal
force. once long ago, you
said ´i love you± now those
words are etched inside a
fragile fossil - my heart
between us - leaving one,
where two lay dormant, by
emptiness, and ´destiny±. a
danger lies - you changed
and so did i to something
different, something more
´permanent± than any brutal
force. once long ago, you
said ´i love you± now those
words are etched inside a
fragile fossil - my heart
Wednesday, November 18, 1992
Flint
there is something primal
something native some raw
power left misunderstood
sparks flash beneath your
nails your teeth set fire
to dry wood to bone to me
the chanting of my heart
surrounds induces visions
of warriors bloodbrothers
something native some raw
power left misunderstood
sparks flash beneath your
nails your teeth set fire
to dry wood to bone to me
the chanting of my heart
surrounds induces visions
of warriors bloodbrothers
Anthracite
morning light shines dimly
through the blackened room
awareness creeps slowly to
my head -
insurance claims
you are an act of God, but
I will cover you- a stoked
furnace beneath my blanket
through the blackened room
awareness creeps slowly to
my head -
insurance claims
you are an act of God, but
I will cover you- a stoked
furnace beneath my blanket
Tuesday, November 17, 1992
Coal
You promise Me the Future:
borne of Silk, a Chrysalis
a Fragment of the Darkness
caught by the Web of Night
find Me when the Butterfly
of Steel and Stone emerges
come back when I may touch
and You would know who saw
Promise of the Son in You.
You promise Me the Future;
with Time, and Effort, You
would be a Thing of Beauty
borne of Silk, a Chrysalis
a Fragment of the Darkness
caught by the Web of Night
find Me when the Butterfly
of Steel and Stone emerges
come back when I may touch
and You would know who saw
Promise of the Son in You.
You promise Me the Future;
with Time, and Effort, You
would be a Thing of Beauty
Granite
How could I touch you I asked
the sky- your eyes -were grey
and held no answer. You stare
through me, unmoved by beauty
Wait for rain that falls like
tears, you seem to say. There
is an ending to the world and
I will feel my body, rough on
yours and heavy though breath
comes easily. Lead me to your
beauty and to your bed I tell
your frozen form. With eyes I
see you silent, upon a silken
throne within my mind. Broken
thoughts are simple. I find a
quiet piety within your eyes.
the sky- your eyes -were grey
and held no answer. You stare
through me, unmoved by beauty
Wait for rain that falls like
tears, you seem to say. There
is an ending to the world and
I will feel my body, rough on
yours and heavy though breath
comes easily. Lead me to your
beauty and to your bed I tell
your frozen form. With eyes I
see you silent, upon a silken
throne within my mind. Broken
thoughts are simple. I find a
quiet piety within your eyes.
Wednesday, November 11, 1992
Monday, September 14, 1992
Wednesday, August 26, 1992
Here, again, we meet at
crossroads
points of
Turning - a coming of age
Two thousand years (twenty-
seven
life-
times) spent in childhood
This older man we seek
with a
woman
And a span of years to breathe
I cannot live your life
anymore
simply
Living no longer fills the void
The cycle is to continue, as I
move to
middle-
Age. Children grasp for power
crossroads
points of
Turning - a coming of age
Two thousand years (twenty-
seven
life-
times) spent in childhood
This older man we seek
with a
woman
And a span of years to breathe
I cannot live your life
anymore
simply
Living no longer fills the void
The cycle is to continue, as I
move to
middle-
Age. Children grasp for power
Saturday, August 8, 1992
Tuesday, August 4, 1992
Monday, July 27, 1992
Thursday, June 4, 1992
PEACE (POP)
no chance of snow
today
Jerusalem, though,
is quiet -- I want
to buy a share of
Quiet sleep
the deserts and beaches
are covered in Blood-
red
cherry ice-cream; my
body aches for your
Cold hands
Wrap carefully around
you say
what Treasure does your
tongue belie -- would
you Sell me yours;
summer comes
in heat there is no light
in heat there is no life
Cool off, take a break
rings the Bell
buy a stick of quiet
cold; in peace,
take me
today
Jerusalem, though,
is quiet -- I want
to buy a share of
Quiet sleep
the deserts and beaches
are covered in Blood-
red
cherry ice-cream; my
body aches for your
Cold hands
Wrap carefully around
you say
what Treasure does your
tongue belie -- would
you Sell me yours;
summer comes
in heat there is no light
in heat there is no life
Cool off, take a break
rings the Bell
buy a stick of quiet
cold; in peace,
take me
Tuesday, June 2, 1992
BLUE LINE HOME
cavernous descent of man
We fall like only gods
As if the sky and sun were dead
and Only corrupt
forever sterile light
sprays shadows towards Heavens
never seen
The belly of the snake is full
What eternal sleep do closed eyes find
I try but cannot rest
to See the cloud-choked sky
and Feel the gentle train-born wind
slip back among the baffled ruins
and Place the quiet Earth beneath my feet
We fall like only gods
As if the sky and sun were dead
and Only corrupt
forever sterile light
sprays shadows towards Heavens
never seen
The belly of the snake is full
What eternal sleep do closed eyes find
I try but cannot rest
to See the cloud-choked sky
and Feel the gentle train-born wind
slip back among the baffled ruins
and Place the quiet Earth beneath my feet
Monday, June 1, 1992
RETURN, RETURN
to Anna
pieces of my heart lie
crystal in the morning light
I am clinging to the wind,
and rain; clinging,
hanging in the air for you
Time is slow and
sunlight dusty
curtains close the day
children play when
you are gone
Sleep, my love
sleep, and I will
find my heart
tomorrow
pieces of my heart lie
crystal in the morning light
I am clinging to the wind,
and rain; clinging,
hanging in the air for you
Time is slow and
sunlight dusty
curtains close the day
children play when
you are gone
Sleep, my love
sleep, and I will
find my heart
tomorrow
Monday, May 18, 1992
THOUGHTS ON MAN
And I must leave, with you
For day is closing fast
A waterfall, and tear
Suspended on the skies
Lightening strikes, another time
We live; storm wind blows
Follow me, the raindrop cries
For day is closing fast
A waterfall, and tear
Suspended on the skies
Lightening strikes, another time
We live; storm wind blows
Follow me, the raindrop cries
WINDBLOWN
The world is calling, quietly
Come home, my child, come home
Ignoring her is folly
For she alone is real; all this
With you and me, a passing thought
Think not, you say, but
Kiss me now, before I wake
Come home, my child, come home
Ignoring her is folly
For she alone is real; all this
With you and me, a passing thought
Think not, you say, but
Kiss me now, before I wake
Saturday, May 16, 1992
COME HOME
And I am left alone
A zephyr on still water
You are a looking glass
But I am wind, you see
Beyond, and through me
The stars are calling quietly
To those that cannot reach
A zephyr on still water
You are a looking glass
But I am wind, you see
Beyond, and through me
The stars are calling quietly
To those that cannot reach
NIGHTFALLS
A tear sings
Above the thunder in my heart
The waterfall is close
My face is stained with it
Night closes in
With orange and black and you
Are here, alone, with me
Above the thunder in my heart
The waterfall is close
My face is stained with it
Night closes in
With orange and black and you
Are here, alone, with me
IMMORTAL SKIES
Falling from the storm
I am painted on the skies
I am free of you, and follow
I fall with you, and fly
Lightening strikes
Too soon our storm is over
A tear, the raindrop sings
I am painted on the skies
I am free of you, and follow
I fall with you, and fly
Lightening strikes
Too soon our storm is over
A tear, the raindrop sings
TIBERIUS REFLEX
Remember me, the raindrop cries
And strikes the rising land
The river-god is drunken
The water falls too deep
Rest now, my shallow love, with me
Away, away, and sleep
Too soon a storm is near
And strikes the rising land
The river-god is drunken
The water falls too deep
Rest now, my shallow love, with me
Away, away, and sleep
Too soon a storm is near
Monday, April 20, 1992
Take this heart; it has been broken.
Take this dream I've been living without you.
I thought I'd never give my heart away
Until you came into my life,
And I gave my heart to you.
And as long as you love me,
So will I love you.
For I love you without limits:
This is what I want from you.
Take this dream; it has been broken.
Take this life I've been living without you.
I thought I'd never give my love away
Until you came into my life,
And I gave my heart to you.
Take this dream I've been living without you.
I thought I'd never give my heart away
Until you came into my life,
And I gave my heart to you.
And as long as you love me,
So will I love you.
For I love you without limits:
This is what I want from you.
Take this dream; it has been broken.
Take this life I've been living without you.
I thought I'd never give my love away
Until you came into my life,
And I gave my heart to you.
Friday, April 17, 1992
Thursday, April 9, 1992
Saturday, April 4, 1992
CHRISTOPHER
I WANT TO LEAVE THIS WORLD OF MEN
AND WOMEN
LEAVE AND NOT RETURN
NOT HEED THE CALL TO LIFE
but this is not for me
not yet, at least, not yet
after this, will i move on?
THE WALLS OF FEAR AND DEATH
COLLAPSE
I AM REGARDED SANE BY
THOSE THAT DO NOT KNOW ME
i am old. the weight of
age is heavy, but i must
bear the burden to be free.
I WANT TO LEAVE THIS WORLD OF MEN
AND DEATH
AGE AND NOT RETURN
but i must bear this burden to be free
AND WOMEN
LEAVE AND NOT RETURN
NOT HEED THE CALL TO LIFE
but this is not for me
not yet, at least, not yet
after this, will i move on?
THE WALLS OF FEAR AND DEATH
COLLAPSE
I AM REGARDED SANE BY
THOSE THAT DO NOT KNOW ME
i am old. the weight of
age is heavy, but i must
bear the burden to be free.
I WANT TO LEAVE THIS WORLD OF MEN
AND DEATH
AGE AND NOT RETURN
but i must bear this burden to be free
Sunday, March 29, 1992
Saturday, March 28, 1992
Wednesday, March 25, 1992
Tuesday, March 24, 1992
Thursday, March 5, 1992
The sun lies bleeding;
The sky a pool of blood-
I long for perfect darkness.
The night is wild,
And the trees are alive
Dancing with the wind and rain.
The sun is dead;
The sky is cold, and dark
Forever, and I am still alive.
I scream to the wind:
This life - how simple
an answer for so much pain.
My knees find earth
Beneath them: to end this
Endless life, I pray for Death.
Not death
Which is a doorway into life,
But nothing, eternal and cold.
What thief is
This? Death, why
Send your son? I sleep.
A dawn is rising
I prayed to never see,
But find I have not died.
The sky a pool of blood-
I long for perfect darkness.
The night is wild,
And the trees are alive
Dancing with the wind and rain.
The sun is dead;
The sky is cold, and dark
Forever, and I am still alive.
I scream to the wind:
This life - how simple
an answer for so much pain.
My knees find earth
Beneath them: to end this
Endless life, I pray for Death.
Not death
Which is a doorway into life,
But nothing, eternal and cold.
What thief is
This? Death, why
Send your son? I sleep.
A dawn is rising
I prayed to never see,
But find I have not died.
Wednesday, February 26, 1992
Engraved in stone,
Four letters:
B R V C
I am standing on the
precipice again,
not daring quite so much,
this time.
Your cigarette is burning,
filling the room with
your presence, and forcing
tears from eyes
that promised not to
weep.
I am standing on the
precipice again,
and will I fall, again?
You ask me not to cry.
Four letters:
B R V C
I am standing on the
precipice again,
not daring quite so much,
this time.
Your cigarette is burning,
filling the room with
your presence, and forcing
tears from eyes
that promised not to
weep.
I am standing on the
precipice again,
and will I fall, again?
You ask me not to cry.
Friday, February 14, 1992
PORTRAIT OF MAN
You promise me the future;
A chrysalis of silk-
Your cheek is smooth-
I long for your potential.
Tell me when the butterfly
Of steel and stone emerges;
Come back, that I may touch,
And you would know me as man,
Son of man, who saw the Son in
You.
You promise me the future;
A chrysalis of coal-
I ache to see the end of night,
Of blackness, and see in you
The fire of a diamond.
A chrysalis of silk-
Your cheek is smooth-
I long for your potential.
Tell me when the butterfly
Of steel and stone emerges;
Come back, that I may touch,
And you would know me as man,
Son of man, who saw the Son in
You.
You promise me the future;
A chrysalis of coal-
I ache to see the end of night,
Of blackness, and see in you
The fire of a diamond.
Thursday, February 13, 1992
PORTRAIT OF BEAUTY
-Are the seagulls home?
I ask with ancient eyes. The
wind is chill, and I am old.
-Hush. They're home. The
horizon rises with his hand.
Quietly, I sigh. We kiss.
-My love, what tears are these?
Why salt upon your lips?
He holds me close.
-'Tis the wind, my love. He
whispers. I hear his heartbeat,
faintly through my failing ears.
-You love me still, though I
slip slowly from this world?
He sobs, and sunset falls like tears.
-My love, no dream or spell or
death will stop my love. The
beast is beautiful, and I am old.
I ask with ancient eyes. The
wind is chill, and I am old.
-Hush. They're home. The
horizon rises with his hand.
Quietly, I sigh. We kiss.
-My love, what tears are these?
Why salt upon your lips?
He holds me close.
-'Tis the wind, my love. He
whispers. I hear his heartbeat,
faintly through my failing ears.
-You love me still, though I
slip slowly from this world?
He sobs, and sunset falls like tears.
-My love, no dream or spell or
death will stop my love. The
beast is beautiful, and I am old.
Sunday, February 9, 1992
Wednesday, January 29, 1992
FANTASY '92
I capture you;
we are driving
and you sing to me.
Clouds rule the sky,
and the night is black;
we are walking and
I hear you humming,
singing in the language
of the stars.
And in my house,
when we lie in bed
tonight, you sing,
wrapped in my arms;
a lullabye for me,
my warmth and
strength for you.
Laser light's in failing
twilight. The world stops
spinning. Alone, I sleep,
and dream of you...
we are driving
and you sing to me.
Clouds rule the sky,
and the night is black;
we are walking and
I hear you humming,
singing in the language
of the stars.
And in my house,
when we lie in bed
tonight, you sing,
wrapped in my arms;
a lullabye for me,
my warmth and
strength for you.
Laser light's in failing
twilight. The world stops
spinning. Alone, I sleep,
and dream of you...
Monday, January 27, 1992
REPLICARUM NOCTUS
or Night's Reply
No night is eternal
And soon must come the dawn
There is a time
When light and dark converge
And I become your night eternal
And you become my dawn
No night is eternal
And soon must come the dawn
There is a time
When light and dark converge
And I become your night eternal
And you become my dawn
Saturday, January 25, 1992
The amnic ocean calls, with
cresting waves, and the stain
of salt in my beard.
I am your
mother, she says, Survive, my
son, and I will save your soul.
Her promises are vanity, and I
am pulled into the gentle womb
of Night.
Mother, I shout above
her crashing on the shore, Lover.
The sun is dead, and the unseen
moon is tugging.
I am free, and
pound and beat the surf, and give
my sins to the Earth and Sea, and
claim new life from the rip tide.
The man is wild, reborn, covered
with salt, and dripping water.
I
am the Son reborn, and healed of
sin, forgiven by the flooding Sea.
cresting waves, and the stain
of salt in my beard.
I am your
mother, she says, Survive, my
son, and I will save your soul.
Her promises are vanity, and I
am pulled into the gentle womb
of Night.
Mother, I shout above
her crashing on the shore, Lover.
The sun is dead, and the unseen
moon is tugging.
I am free, and
pound and beat the surf, and give
my sins to the Earth and Sea, and
claim new life from the rip tide.
The man is wild, reborn, covered
with salt, and dripping water.
I
am the Son reborn, and healed of
sin, forgiven by the flooding Sea.
Wednesday, January 15, 1992
What pale and slender flower
weeps before my eyes? What
reed, oh life, sheds tears as these?
This flower is as sunset, and as
fair, with tears of dew trapped
by the fisher's net, diamonds.
What frail and single power
holds thee here, oh reed?
Why tears on sunset's stain?
The wind shall carry my tears
away; the wind and nightfall
come, and I shall sleep, shall sleep.
What pale and single flower
sleeps before my eyes? What
reed, oh life, sheds tear as these?
weeps before my eyes? What
reed, oh life, sheds tears as these?
This flower is as sunset, and as
fair, with tears of dew trapped
by the fisher's net, diamonds.
What frail and single power
holds thee here, oh reed?
Why tears on sunset's stain?
The wind shall carry my tears
away; the wind and nightfall
come, and I shall sleep, shall sleep.
What pale and single flower
sleeps before my eyes? What
reed, oh life, sheds tear as these?
Thursday, January 9, 1992
A streak of dawn
Across the sky
In the cold and dark forever
I face alone
My mind
The light that blinds
Divides me from my night
Untrue
I am lost within your light
And somewhere
Beyond the flame of the candle
There is a room
Where light and dark converge
And I become your night
And you become my dawn
I face my night alone
Waiting for the dawn
Across the sky
In the cold and dark forever
I face alone
My mind
The light that blinds
Divides me from my night
Untrue
I am lost within your light
And somewhere
Beyond the flame of the candle
There is a room
Where light and dark converge
And I become your night
And you become my dawn
I face my night alone
Waiting for the dawn
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