Friday, December 10, 2004

This Evening

In this eveningI have learned
From you, your wandering hands
And eyes of tanzanite intensity
From your rough whispers and
Coarse moustach, your gentle wolf-licks
On my neck and on my mouth of wine
On nipples pierced with steel and diamonds
With some drink, sipped, and
With this pipe, smoked, and
With you, into this night
To learn of love and joy

Monday, October 18, 2004

All the things you can think
Are nameable
Save One
It is the nameless one, unthinkable,
That defines the others
It is the only thing that can be
Adequately compared by two people
Because all the thoughts are your own
Interpreted by your mind, your experience
But we all define things with no-things
we know thoughts by thoughtlessness
by no thought
by that Unnamable One
It is the one that we all can truly share
that needs no interpretation,
that debating does not change,
that analysis cannot enlighten

Saturday, September 25, 2004

How Many Live

How many lives
Have I destroyed
To be the man I am
Too many
Too many
I cry and wail and gnash
Too much blood it seems
Stains hands and clothes
And I
Am still alone

Sunday, May 30, 2004


You know
There are times
I hate to have to be
To see these things
To make new patterns
Am blessed and lucky
That I have been

Thursday, May 27, 2004

All my life

All my life I have lived it seems
in fear in jealousy and spite
in nameless abject terror
of all the things I cannot ever
do or be or have
it is a pining of my soul
It is not enough

If all the world has turned to dust

If all the world has turned to dust
And shadows
And all life seems black and darkness
is the absence of

-- It is the breathless sound --

When time has turned to stone
And serenity colliding and gold
is the color of

-- It is the sound --

In the emptiness, in the quiet room
The heart
Where everything is small and gravity
is the allure of

-- It is --
my lord
these things are not for me
except as dreams and dust
the angles of this sunrise
and the glory of today
are mine, but still to share
my lord

Saturday, April 24, 2004

It is this moment

It is this Moment
To live, not dream, no hope
It is this Time
To be, not think, no wants
It is this Life
To have, not own, no death

Friday, January 23, 2004

You Are The Rainbow To Me

You are the blue sky on a cloudy day
The fields of green, and forests
A solar glare, and marigolds
Pumpkins and supernatural fiends
The color of blood, red, and holly
You are a deep and throbbing violet
As love, and pulsing, am I