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Friday, April 11, 2008

Jam and T

Poor sopping wenches slicing

T slippery jam
Masking lost dreams of surrender

TO SEE FOR a DAY BEYOND
Self-love gone from panes

Broken by inconsequential    Butterflies

Remember the CALL

Of the chosen lamb

Chops
Liver or deceiver but giver of life

Lost in frenzied silent romance

BY Beethoven bridged the gap to twin
Cities on a Hill

A BEACON to beckon the lost and found
 
She calls for more T

The Idiot Myself


For months I toiled unnoticed but lauded.
My pen was mighty and my ethic apparent,
But all the while I my good friend defrauded, 
And the reality of my morality transparent.

Day came and day went on the train I would sit, 
Kneading through my thoughts unrepentant a twit.
The tasks came and went as a show starts and ends, 
My will not His, too afraid to make amends.

I had broken a bond forged in love and trust,
For nothing more than momentary lust.
My mind inward said, "Leave it for another day,
The morrow soon cometh and it fades away."

The truth was it dug a whole in my heart, 
Not tugging the strings but shredding the soul, 
The integral man, made a watery tart, 
Crumbling like a bridge with an unpaid toll.

Justice sought me, and I left it buried, 
Along with myself and my life I once felt,
But He came to collect, my chains he carried, 
To bring me to terms in hell to melt.

Out with the lies, the deceit and the pain, 
I had nothing left but tatters and reflection.
I came clean with my indencency in a way so sane, 
My words seemed hollow and full of defection.

I expected no relief, nor exoneration.
I played the cards given me with no expectation.
My crime forgiven by him I forsook, 
But forgiveness of myself for that I still look.

Goodbye Innocence


Everyone knows that the innocence is gone:
Run away with the whirlwind breeze of life's depravity, 
Jumped the fence to supposed greener pastures.
It left me like an astronaut leaves earth's gravity.
What was thought to be known is away and done.
I saw the light as it departed the white fixtures, 
But I see it close and it's not white nor so bright.
A darkness fills the sparkling specks of glimmering nascence.
There is no pure light; all is through jaded prisms.
If it be, I fear not but embrace the fog with might.
The truth is more than the light but its essence.
This life is not a void but a piss poor euphemism.

Monday, April 7, 2008

Driving and the Day Lilies


I got seven.
I got three.
That's only half of yours!
But you're better than nothing.
Thank you. - gladly compared to nothing

You're better than the day lilies.
They're not even blooming.
But if they were you'd still be better.
Aw, that's poetic.

Perhaps you don't stop traffic.
I look scared.
And I just glare.
But I'd stop for people.
That's because you're better than the day lilies.

But then the others are not better?
Not even a smidge.
But they must be better than something
But that something is most certainly not the day lilies.
Aw, like me.
Yes, like you.

Renaissance

Spring.  Easter. Rebirth.  New life.  Not perfect birth.  But a beautiful birth.

Buds.  Blades.  Blood.  Suffering.  Renewal.  Cleansed by death.  Made pure through pain.

Outrun Dark

Can I outrun the rain when I'm walking under cover of darkness? - ESCURO
Can I abate the flood of tears that well up in the cold? - FRIO
Pools overflowing, trickling from the corners of my eyes - OLHOS

For a moment I thought I saw spring
A placid thaw caught up in the moment
But not to be
One moment the sun pours through a hole in the sky - CÉU
The next moment the sky shuts up and cold fills my glass - COPO
I drink it deep with delicious disdain
So good to feel the contrast
So splendid to taste the bitter - AMARGO
Tempted by the sweet into believing it is all - TUDO
But it means nothing without the clouds, the dark, the rain, the cold.
A flake flutters past me
Another trailing to the spongy soil -TERRA
Like a piece of paper from a desk
A desk seldom written on by man but but God
The sky fills with a new white light - LUZ
That blinds as the flakes turn into clumps
For St. Patrick's Day I saw green but now no longer
Winter reclaims the life for today - HOJE
But I appreciate the whole
Every little drop, patter, splash, gust, rustle
It reminds me of a beam, chirp, smile, breeze, light
It envelopes my heart and enwreathes my soul - ALMA
Hope from all angles!
Lovely she comes
Riding High