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Fountain of Inspiration
8/7/00 09:53 AM

Emotions, feelings, overpowering, so strong
That passionate need, to have, to be, to belong
Often, usually, even always, my creative root
Pure love, bubbling forth, this poet’s food.

Without it, merely dead ink, a demising tabloid
Breathlessly scrawled words, limping, simply void
Lacking power, unable to introduce, nakedly unveiled,
The heart behind powerless pen, even if skilfully wielded.

Believe, your eyes, flashing, bright before I’s shuttered portals
That very meeting of us, spirits twice, more than mere mortals
You are, everyday, the very root of my talents, set in living ink
My fountain of Inspiration, from whom I can not refuse to drink.





Bubbles
8/8/00 11:12 AM

From the depths,
nurtured in a giant clam shell
Born at last,
rising slowly
Her spirit
in a bubble
and I
with a story to tell


By her side,
swishing powerful tail
Her dolphin,
protective and strong
There to stay with her bubble so frail

Rising all around,
millions of bubbles ascend
Some touching her sphere,
then bouncing away
Others,
staying close,
changed by her bubbled smiles,
so contend

Great the distance,
from ocean’s murky floor
Long the travel,
the rise to waving face above
Many the relationships,
as she rises through ocean’s core

Bubbled touches,
bubbled embraces,
bubbled love
All part of her rising life,
as she continues up
Lifting,
growing,
yearning for the skies above

Once,
twice,
then a third time, repeated
While still on the journey
to the beckoning above
From her sphere
tiny bubbles escaped

Still up,
bumping into many spheres
Streaming bubbles,
friends following as if a train
Dolphins all around,
smiling,
as the surface nears

White foam
splashing over fresh-aired bubbles
Dolphins,
excited,
skiing on thumping tails
Splashing water onto rocks and puddles

Gigantic smile,
opening bottlenose
Her bubble touched,
some of her spirit needed
Some of her essence,
blossoming in her dolphin like a rose

Now,
as her body works and toils,
biding her time
Down deep,
helping and aiding young bubbles to rise
Part of her spirit,
forever free in a creature sublime


[Gryg - Free Spirit in a Bubble - 8 August 2000]






Huddled over Alphabet
8/8/00 11:42 AM

Huddled over alphabet
qwerty-ing day by day
punching, yes
typing, yes
fast, maybe
but something lost.

Mightier than the sword
yet pushed aside
lonely, yes
drying, yes
lying, maybe
almost lost.

Fingers uncomfortable
trying to regain
stiffening, yes
hurting, yes
sore, maybe
but regaining something lost.

Yes, what powerful sensation
writing in mine own hand
imperfect, yes
scrawled, yes
illegible, maybe
but truly alive.

[Gryg - Huddled over Alphabet - 8 August 2000]




Unsure Passion
8/8/00 02:26 PM

Red, sweet smelling rose
enveloped by,
and inhaling deeply,
its own delicate fragrance
while oblivious
not even really caring
that it has horrendous thorns.

Silver, a knight’s sword,
honed to perfection,
cutting effortlessly, so easily
ripping cloth and metal alike
while oblivious
not even really caring
that it can be wielded by evil hand.

Pure, the love in this heart
ruling every thought
recalling her face, her eyes
the contours of her lips
while oblivious
not even really knowing
if that the same love resides in her.

Strong, the passion in this man
threatening to bubble forth
to waterfall from his mouth
touching his life
while oblivious
not even really sure
that she hungers for passion too.




Eye's Truth
8/9/00 10:38 AM

Words, dripping from Eye's eyes
Undiluted
Naked
Eye.

For here, in simple rhyme,
Eye do more than just feel
Eye can miraculously speak
Eye's thoughts dripping
Ink stained tears
Plopping down
Onto white
Eye's emotions
Never
Shared
Before
Staining pure white paper
Scrawled straight from Eye's heart.

Eye's heart, never malicious
Never hungry to hurt
Not you
Not Eye
Not others.

When Eye do, know this
Eye's actions, Eye's words
Can be taken up, always
Either as good, or as bad
And that Eye, with Eye's heart
Wants not to make anybody sad.

Never a more gentle soul than Eye's
Never having tasted hatred
Angry for the shortest while
Refusing to take offence,
Reluctant to sow the same
And when Eye do
Read again
Search
Look
Dig
Find Eye's Truth




Death Who?
8/10/00 11:47 AM

Omnipotent Daddy
HeandShe
Triangle
Covenant complete
He once one
She once one
Standing
Joined
Ringed
Ringed 2 She
Ringed 2 He
HeandShe
ringringed
promising

Till Death us do part
[Death who?]
Now the only one
2 part 2 spirits joined

Death of what?
Broken clay...
Rotting flesh...
Deathbed...
Only that 2 part 2 spirits joined?

What then
When clay still staggers
Vestiges smouldering
Dust knot dirt yet
Still a vessel
But MT inside
Detached
Gauntly emaciated
Greaseless Clay jar
Breathing numbness?

What then when
Thirst comes
There
Here
All the time
Wanting
Another jar
Discovered
Not sought after
But found
Brimming full
Dripping oil
Lubricating
Passionately
Spilling in2 on2 in2on2
Removing MT?

Till Death us do part
Yes
But Death Who?
His Dirtiness, Death Clay?
His Unholiness, Death Body?
Or
Maybe
Just maybe
His Emptiness, Death Heart?




Whispergroaning
8/10/00 04:01 PM

Snuggled breaths
Rasping on blushing cheek
Whispering Whispered whispers
Beseeching enticingly inviting.

Cuddled delights passionately moulding
Touching finding exploring enjoying
Each ravenous caress
Every single stroke
Both seek.

Desire filled creamy dreams
Effortlessly merging
Folding in like risen dough
Joyous friction whispergroans
Enveloping passions in a grinding dance.

Flood drenched flagpole
Penetratingly advances
Soothing
Assaulting
Tenderly invading
Ever so increasingly bold.

Reluctant hesitant resistance
Firmly fingered to extinction
Submissive channel beckoning
Splattering clear gentle ecstasy.

Responding
Effortlessly
Breaching
Ever so slowly
Craving much much more.

Shyly famished
Below sensuously licked button
Ready, awaiting mass mast invasion
Warm crevice screaming
Thawed permission.





Thank you for the smiles
8/14/00 12:19 PM

A special note of appreciation to Yolandé and the rest of the team at Tallahassee Spur, Somerset Mall

* * *

Quite aware that your smile
Is not reserved only for some
Gracefully given to all that come
As you faithfully go that extra mile.

Yet, I hunger to let it be known
As often as I feast at Tallahassee Spur
Never, not even once, did it ever occur
That I had to come and go with a frown.

Thank you for the heart-warming sunshine
Beaming brilliantly from your genuine smile
And the warm welcomes, given in so much style,
Shining from your exquisite eyes, so extremely fine.

But I know that it’s teamwork, always, as you all toil
And often teams fail, floundering without leadership
Lacking Example, the very best teacher for any trip
Yet often no thanks for those leading, not even a tip to spoil.

This, a small token of appreciation, to you
A simple
‘Thank You’
To a fantastic example
And a
‘Thank You’
To all following that lead
Many others,
As I,
Truly appreciate what you do.




The Bay of Future
8/14/00 01:27 PM

Over the frolicking faced invasion of white beach
Skimming blue waters, flecked with white foam
My eyes strained, believing in their presence
As shrouded in a gentle mist they lie
Almost visible, clear only to an imaginative eye
Grey crops of land, ragged as a dragon’s back.

Bleak like my own future
Grey as the lostness inside
There, yet not clearly visible to any eye
Imagined, but not really viewed at all.

Still, always there in shrouded glory
Steep, jagged, daring to be conquered
Exactly like mine own tomorrow, so unclear
Yet all that I have, to dream about.

Hoping, always, with a gentle dose of faith
That the shrouding clouds will eventually lift
Revealing the true splendour of being alive
Just as a strong blow of mist moving wind
Would reveal the hidden, but still there,
Beauty of those distant dragon spines
Lying so far, yet so very close,
Hidden on the far side of the cottoned bay.

Teach me
8/14/00 04:37 PM

Let us teach each other to expose our hearts
Let us teach each other to open our mouths
Let us teach each other to open ourselves
Let us teach each other to speak
Let us teach each other to trust
Let us teach each other
Please!

So

Let us teach each other
Let us teach each other to feel
Let us teach each other to take a chance
Let us teach each other to honestly reveal
Let us teach each other to expose the love we feel
Let us teach each other to touch in ways still unknown
Let us teach each other to live every moment laughing loud
Let us teach each other to make love with every word and deed

Or

Let us teach each other to handle the pain and tears
Let us teach each other to smile while crying
Let us teach each other to accept rejection
Let us teach each other to be strong
Let us teach each other grace
Let us teach each other
Please!

Every day
Every night
Take my hand
Love me
Love me not
But teach me
For only you have the key
To only you can I be my secrets
And if you refuse to teach this man, I fear
All that I am, and all that I can be, will be eternally lost.




Lovely Stupidity
8/15/00 01:42 PM

All around us
Everywhere we go
They seem to see
And we, we just laugh.

All around us
Everywhere we go
They see two lovers
And we, we just laugh.

Stupid, is it not?
That everybody is so blind
Seeing two people in love
While we, we just laugh.

Why is it then?
As you laughed, denouncing love
Asking, daring me to do the same
All I felt was total uncertainty.

I love thee not, I wanted to say
But the words stuck in my throat
And those words my stupid mouth uttered
They were not at all what was meant to flow
For how can I know not if I am in love with you?

Stupid, is it not?
How blind I was
Not you, not they
But I, this blind man.

The truth is this
As I wrote and dreamt
Many attempts
Many styles
Just playing around
Applying quaint expressions
Employing difficult phrases
Exploring
Searching
Wanting
But then, at last
Now
Today
Understanding.

My hand writes my heart
That is all I want to do
That is all I can do
Pure and true
My emotions
Just me.

It’s not about the rhyme
Nor about a fine story
But all about the love
Gentle passions
Hidden inside
Wanting out
It is you
It is me
It is us.

Stupid, is it not?
How half right they all are
Not about you at all
But about the blind me.

Because I do love you
Always, yes, as a friend
But never just that
Stupid, is it not?

For I am but a man
Laughing with a woman
A man, not realising
Until this very day
Unknowingly
That he loves her
Just as they saw
Just as they say.

Stupid and blind, am I not?
Until you said you do not
Then the realisation of truth
In a lift, this day, that way.

You truly are that One
The only one I want
By my side
Always

Stupid, is it not?
That they saw it
And I, while showing it,
Never really understood
Until today.




Perplexed
8/16/00 10:09 AM

Bright and breezy
Smiling in total joy
Cracking funny anecdotes
Making merriment

That is what I yearn for
With all my heart
In yearning spirit
And honest sincerity.

Yet it is a continuous crusade
Struggling to empowerment
A purposeful willing of Self
Standing under the heaviness
Not wanting it on my existence
Hating the arrogant infringement
The unwelcome darting attacks
Repeatedly frequently
Again and again
Daily.

The worst of it
Making it so strenuous
There is that single modest fact
I have no authentic comprehension
For I do not understand the Self.

Why do I feel as if crawling in the dumps
While having so much to smile about?
Why do I feel like an infertile kernel
While I should be so chock-full of living seed?

I need to be au fait with own person
And figure out the lurking passions
To comprehend the saddening shadows
For if there is no discernment of total truth
How then can I possibly come against the enemy?

For I know myself
Even if not with perception yet
I am far from fragile
Willing to engage in battle
Till very last breath
And once I clearly see
The face of my enemy
I shall overcome
With shocking ease
In productive victory.




Tick Tock
8/16/00 03:12 PM

Tick Tock Tring Tring
Rise Flush Wash Brush

Tick Tock Tick Tock
Run Drive Rush Arrive

Tick Tock Tick Tock
Slave Type Chow Gripe

Tick Tock Tick Tock
Drive Home Watch Snore

Tick Tock Tring Tring
Living By The Clock




Faith Misplaced
8/17/00 11:05 AM

Rickety chair, even if appearance so strong
He, quite unaware of honestly misplaced faith
Believing his own eyes, in trust, sitting down
Discovering rapidly
That gravity
Really
Sucks

Faith is not the strength of own conviction
As that groaning riser found with a thump
For you may trust in lies and utter fiction
And end up lying on your back like a chump

Never stronger than it’s target can Faith ever be
So, trust in the power of chair’s varnished muscle
And someday it may be your own backside you see
Trust rather in the chair’s Maker to prevent the hassle.




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