11.23.05

God--Witness of reserved consecration,
Now burning, breaking in passion eternal.
Forged by unity, breath from none--
Nourishing the heart; committed, ceremonial.

Alive with ignorant innocence, my dear,
Brief eternity of wonderful carefree.
White, yellow, and blue so clear--
A shadow, a curtain, protection from the living Entity.

A tower, a window, my beautiful Rapunzel...
There are such things as deserts and woe.
The mistake of curiosity sweet Pandora knows so well;
So many things innocence must know.

Time immemorial grants wisdom and lo,
White hands have been bruised, calloused.
Not a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow,
But a dark well of betrayed, oppressed.

Rouse from the dream of white, yellow, blue--
They succumb to endless shades of the Entity.
Cushioned walls, engraved of false and true,
The beautiful mask of living Misery.

12.01.05

Frightening beautiful.
That was what she was.
A veil of obscurity, tempting.
Fluid motion, so delicate, deceptive...
A nymph of the inorganic realm.

Her gaze never falters.
Look at her and be locked in a spell
Of tug-of-war and only lose.
Her eyes are averted as you succumb--
You want to have more of her
Druggish gaze.

She is endangered.
There are very few nymphs of her kind.
Most of the, swallowed--
Victims of patriarchal metamorphosis;
Pushed too much. Addicts of initiative.
But she lies in wait. Patience is her gift.
Modesty her powerful tool.

I love her.
I love her like I love
The comfort of my soft bed.
I lover her like the sun that never ceases its glory.
I love her like I love
The glitter and shimmer of electric lights.
But I love her,
Love her till breath leaves me.

How do you capture a nymph
So rare, so beautiful?
So untouchable, so high;
Daring, but not daring.
Frighteningly beautiful
Her obscurity, tempting...
This temptress...
Classic in the young world of
White, gray, black smoke.

07.29.03

Life.
           She can give you all the pleasure
           This world has to offer,
           But at the expense of suffering.
Death.
           She will rob you of all the pleasure
           This world has to offer,
           Yet give you the benefit of eternal peace.

12.07.05

Ice on the roof,
           Ice on the floor.
Hearty fire runs out--
           The baby duck shunned.
No comfort, no warmth.
Only icy winds
Will greet him tonight,
Just because he is
Imperfect for them.

Are the solid things so necessary
Than the things inside?
Are they important
Than what is innate
Where self is revealed;
Where truth really lives?

He was shy, quiet
In the beginning
When he knocked softly
At my wooden door.
Offered him carrots
The best from my patch.
He smiled and said thanks
T’was more than enough

Discolored feathers;
Branded unpretty.
Their fatal mistake
Of hate and anger
But I watched him be;
My long ears listened
To his pure, small heart
A rare gift he was

Winter melts away,
Come spring, flowers bloom.
Bright sun summertime,
Red colored autumn.

Suddenly, shining
Of white silk white.
Beautiful glimmer
Of real perfection.
Ice off the roof,
           Ice off the floor,
They will see it all--
           Baby duck admired.