THE RED LINE

THE RED LINE

Saturday, December 27, 2014

RUNNING

RUNNING

running
ceaselessly running,
on and on,
from the moment that I fell into this world;

without a second to catch my breath
pulsing, pounding, scared to death
echoed whinings in my ears
shifting side view, shapeless fears;

dark things in pursuit of me
can't glance back, afraid to see
leaving questions in my wake
every act a grave mistake;

long ago I ran from you
and from the god who made me, too,
and from the hope that was my youth -
I'm tired of running from the truth.


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EASIER TO HATE THAN TO SAY GOODBYE

EASIER TO HATE THAN TO SAY GOODBYE

Someone you love must leave you

and in leaving will create a vacuum in the essence of your life --

-- a hole within your soul.

So rather than surrender to the loss and accept the transient nature of all lifetimes,

we choose to find fault, and to stir up a utilitarian, disingenuous hate for that person.

Why must we struggle to profane the memory of being together

with defensive, distorted retrospect,

when we could rise above our reptilian roots

and simply embrace for one last time 

while wishing that someone a blessed journey?






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Thursday, December 25, 2014

TRANSPHYSICALITY

TRANSPHYSICALITY

Set aside your initial resistance

cast away your old disbelief

quicken your mind's inherent propensity

transcend the myth of molecular density




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Thursday, December 18, 2014

WHAT IS AND WILL BE

WHAT IS AND WILL BE

No more slipping backward

no more looking inward

living in a dreamworld

of what could never be -


No more whispered prayers

wasted on the wind

I live in present tense now

and all I have is me.

 



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Tuesday, December 9, 2014

ARDIENTE

ARDIENTE

By vengeance alone
has this orchard been rooted
with swollen fruit hanging
like hearts from their veins
and they throb in the dark
to an undulant mambo
when limned by the silver
mandragora star.


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Monday, December 8, 2014

CHILDHOOD CRUSHED

CHILDHOOD CRUSHED

He dreamed of flying, and a first kiss, and of great fortune and humble fame;

Infinite possibilities lay ahead on the fascinating, mysterious but promising road ahead

where magic discoveries hid for him to uncover

discovery was his noble mission,

daydream a heady, powerful pastime.

He was focused outward at an amazing, electrically charged limitless realm.

I don't know when it happened

When the wandering turned deeply introspective,

and things weren't chosen, but seemed mandated by some unseen spectre of responsibility.

Today when I looked in the mirror at a man's face

I saw a glimmer of the boy in his eyes

but only for a moment

and I knew that I was the monster

who crushed an innocent's chance at a childhood...

And I gently wept for my crime, and for the child who had died.


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Thursday, December 4, 2014

MY TERMS

MY TERMS

It's on My Terms

and don't forget it

I've been down since long ago;

cross me now

and you'll regret it

do me wrong 

and I will know



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A PERSPECTIVE

A PERSPECTIVE

Time
brother of eternity
without beginning or end
punctuated gently and only by turns of
dawn into dusk
and dusk into dawn
proceeding nobly onward
always, as ever,
indifferent
to the struggles
and frustrations of small
short
human
lives.




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Monday, December 1, 2014

VOICES

VOICES

On the other side of quiet

when I am all alone

and the very last echoes of human conversation

 clatter into meaningless noise

and make their absence felt

by unbroken stillness;

it is then that my heart begins to race

because it is then that they will come.

The drip of the kitchen faucet

the on and off of the old radiator

the train whistle in the distance

the sonorous tones of the harbor horns

the whoosh of a passing automobile through a puddle...

they speak to me in their own voices

sibilant or strident

hissing or hooting

or whispering -- which is by far the very worst --

they tell me

each in its own critical, judgmental tone

that I cannot be sane if I think that they are alive;

why do they tell me this?

Why do I need to tell you this when there is a great chance

that you don't really exist, either?



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Monday, November 24, 2014

Sunday, November 23, 2014

THE BURNING TIMES

THE BURNING TIMES

Just as surely as east will clash with west

and nomads with settlers

will come The Burning Times.

Eons-old racial divides will awaken with a clap of thunder

of pillage and plunder

of livings and lives torn asunder...

the growing, glowing heat of hate will rule the land

and will not be quelled by any hand.

And what started in the State of Misery

will spread like malevolent flames throughout the sinful sovereign enclave

built and then destroyed by the sweat of slaves.

Surely as now is present the Burning Times are being born.



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Friday, November 21, 2014

LOVE, INTERRUPTED

LOVE, INTERRUPTED

What starts as passion, preoccupation and obsessive engagement

(when left to mature)

turns into a routine

kept in place by social obligations, co-dependence and private fantasies.

Love, when interrupted in its full bloom

at very least remains as a powerful sensual memory.

I am sad that I lost you when our passions and dreams were so intimately intertwined -

but I am consoled by the knowledge that our beautiful, insanely sexual,  preoccupied, all-devouring love

died at its magical peak

and that in its absence

left a hole in my heart that can never be filled by another.

And I am grateful for our love, interrupted,

as I repeatedly revisit its echoes, shadows and images in my mind,

every glance, every taste, every fragrance, every longing second --

It is only in our parting that our love remained untarnished and intact.


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Thursday, November 20, 2014

CORNERED



CORNERED

When the very last of the evening's guests
has closed the door in polite retreat
and the faint echo of conversation
falters into distant soundlessness;

When the lamp on the desk flickers and falls
and the gret room is dashed into darkness
you stand, deathly still, at the center of unshakable solitude,
unprotected, undisturbed, facing the fateful arrival;

Of a visitor, unbidden and baleful, intelligent and unforgiving,
traveling across unfathomable distances
to find you in your smallness and insufficiency
and while devoid of a physical body, if somehow feels thick and fleshly
as it rapidly displaces the air and surrounds you;

Suffocating you in its unyielding immensity
your stifled screams stillborn in your skull
knowing, intuitively, the hopelessness of aggression or apology,
and unable to apport from the nightmare that has you --

You conclude, with bitter resignation,
that there will be no further delays, defenses or excuses,
and that there will be no escape on this night
when your conscience has caught up with you.

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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

LOVE WITH ABANDON

LOVE WITH ABANDON

love for the sake of love

let love take you where it will

lose yourself in its fire and desire

in its adoration and preoccupation

love without expectations for the future

love without caution from the past

love with fullness and without limitation

love for wherever love chooses to take you

love as long as love lasts

and then go on without regret.





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Monday, November 17, 2014

BORN AND BRED OF SIN


BORN AND BRED OF SIN

every small town is enshrouded in secrets and scandals

behind every great family fortune is an even greater crime

history is written by the conquerors

as disillusioned deities entertain themselves with grinning bets. 

truth, justice and equity are worn-out philosophical notions from thick books written by the blind,

and quoted but never fully read -

they make wonderful coasters for afternoon drinks

and their titles evoke conversations which never arrive at any destination or conclude anything.

sad world it may this day be

but if it weren't for sin

not a single one of us could have gotten in


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Sunday, November 16, 2014

THE FEAST OF THE DEAD

THE FEAST OF THE DEAD

East cannot live with west

and west cannot live with east

even though each needs the other to be itself

neither can resist a feast

and after a moment's bleeding satisfaction

a worldswept fleeting reaction

when all is lost

in the physics of a holocaust.


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Friday, November 14, 2014

DOUSING THE FLAME

DOUSING THE FLAME

If you are blessed with a great vision

that leads to a brilliant idea

and you share that idea with the unimaginative and unenlightened crowd,

you will invariably find

that they will suddenly rise up,

(a failed and disillusioned bucket brigade of underachievers)

and throw water upon your flame

to put your fire out.

Beware with whom you share,

lest you lose yourself amongst the ranks of the

inspiration assassins.

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