THE RED LINE

THE RED LINE

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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Thursday, November 13, 2014

THE WANDERING

THE WANDERING

I wandered far from the cabin, lost in my dreams, captive inside myself. Time just passed.

Now, as I turn around to go back, I find that my footprints are covered with snow, rendered invisible.

A blizzard had come while I was gone away.

I'll never get back, and moving ahead is a frightening blind man's gamble.

If only I could just lie down and sleep and wake up in another person's life...






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Wednesday, November 12, 2014

DEAD HEAT

DEAD HEAT

I had irritated a powerful person -

powerful beyond any person or thing I had ever known.

Two days later, my phone rings -

a cold, deep businesslike voice simply says

"Fair warning. Sleep in a hotel tonight."

Hangs up immediately after the utterance.

I pack one suitcase, run to the car, drive to the local motel without stopping to make reservations.

I get a room, queen-sized bed, musty smell.

I don't sleep. Pacing. Long night. Anticipation. Cigarettes.

After forever, morning sun streams through bottom of plastic curtains,

a mere crack of early light.

Compelled by unseen force I turn on television -- news station.

Police, Firemen, News Reporters surround charred, smoking remains of what used to be my house.

My heart beats in my throat and in my head,

Feel sick beyond fear,

 Collapse onto bed.

Motel phone rings in my room, red light blinking when I fail to answer,

mute after the dead heat has taken everything that I thought was safely mine.

Can't ever go back.




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Tuesday, November 11, 2014

NO TIME

NO TIME

I am haunted by my past -

both by the wrongs I'd like to right

and by the moments that I wasn't wise enough to savor.

I am frightened by the future, yet to be made,

but nonetheless a fearsome fall into the abyss of what can't be known.

There can be no present,

as it is sandwiched in between the realities of the past and the future as it streaks by

so damn quickly that it is in the past before I'd even felt it.

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Thursday, November 6, 2014

HOPE, FAITH AND CHARITY

FAITH, HOPE AND CHARITY

Three abused muses
 or virtues divine
keep us from living
keep us in line
where I come up from they was never these three
not two or one or any to see
'cause we all knew the truth
in the wisdom of youth -

Faith is a fantasy things will go right
hope is what's left when no help is in sight
and charity's one that just makes me feel blue -
if they ain't none for me, they's none left for you.

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Saturday, November 1, 2014

DEATH AT MY DOOR

DEATH AT MY DOOR

Each year doesn't last as long as the one before

Seasons go streaking by in a blur

The highs and the lows of love and life have fallen into a slow hopeless cadence

And I clamber through each gray day doing more of what I had done

The day before.

I stay inside

I cannot decide

Whether in the chair or pacing the floor.

Death is scraping like a withered twig at my door - gently insistent...

Inviting me

To dance my last

If only I open to it and embrace what fate awaits

It is only a matter of time.

How much more?

Will I choose,

Or will I be chosen?

Death is excruciatingly patient.

 

 

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