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In the mask of the sun...16:01 Oct 28 2008
Times Read: 1,046
Somewhere between
The neon lights
Shinning so bright
On a hot autumn night
And the cold ocean waves
Under the palms so tall
In the prickling heat
Of the beach sand at my feet
I have found this
A feeling of longing
But never belonging
A feeling of comfort
Within an abyss of loneliness
Behind the memories
A new start
A new life
Twice tasted
But never lasting
A day of fulfillment
Towed beneath the crashing surf
A feeling
The first time
My calling
Lost is that day
With the voice of the gulls
On the past ocean gales
A moment in time
Vibrations quickly set to motion
And more quickly gone by
Lost
That feeling of comfort
Once found
In the sparkling sands
But for the moment
The ocean scent
The warm autumn breeze
The cold waves
The call of the gulls
Returns it to me
My lover’s kiss
The sweetest relief
The brief sense of belonging
Happiness for rent
Not meant to possess
But to strive to possess it
Like the fool
Chasing a fountain of youth
I will seek
I will search
I will work
To my dying day
For an unreachable goal
Made to seem possible
By the cold waves
And silken sand
Molding around my feet
A sky filled
With the soaring birds
And sails on the horizon
A false sense of hope
This lover’s kiss
Was never there
This land never was
Where I would find my future
It never was
Where my dreams reside
It is the illusion
The ocean’s mirage
The endless horizons
Making all things seem possible
When in the memories
I see more clearly
Again and again
How the ocean lies
Drifting letters to no one...17:38 Oct 14 2008
Times Read: 1,080
In the shadows
A dim illumination
I rest among
The unwanted
Discarded
The wind blows over
My crumpled form
And lifts me
Ever so slightly
Just enough to drag me
Further across
The rough pavement
Scarring my skin
Drawing my blood
Taking my sacrifices
With such little in return
A breeze
I hope
I rise
I drag
I am scarred again
Letting go...08:05 Oct 14 2008
Times Read: 1,095
Within my hazy sight
A young man was I
On the shore of a pond
Blissfully surrounded
By cottonwood seeds
Drifting lazy on the breeze
In the springtime air
The willows wind-chime leaves
Sang their ancient song
And the cicadas call
From everywhere
An old rope swings
From a mighty branch
In a cottonwood
Over time
Reaching out to the pond
To the water that beckons
To the trees and birds
And the dragonflies hunting
Skimming over the water
Dancing with the sun light
On the reflecting water
Broken only by the
Bullfrog’s wake
And in the heat of the day
My ears rang with the songs
Of the pond
And on the breeze I could hear
Your voice
Calling
“Come dance with me
Take my hand
Swing with me to the water
Escape this heat
And the mosquito’s stinging bite
In the cool water
You will find me
Waiting
With the pleasure of our youth”
And before me I see
Your hand extending
A finger curling
Come hither
Seducing
Take this rope
Take this leap
To the golden water
Before you
I run
Over the dusty path
The easy path
Beaten down by the feet
Of the many who sought
Your comfort
Your companionship
The solution to this mystery
As all the others
I run this same path
Not the mossy ground
Full of roots and vines
Waiting to slow my way
And trip me before
I can reach you
And your blessings
In the water
Where I know
You will be my savior
I leap
Arms extended
And hands wide open
Grasping for your hand
To take mine
The rope that swings
Gripping it tight
Feeling the wind rush
Through my hair
Over my ears
Drowning the sounds of the day
With the hum of this motion
But not your voice
Your voice rings clear
“Let go…”
You say it again
“It’s time to let go…”
And I believe
I want to believe
That you will catch me
Softly in the cool water
As the rope slows
And the travel of my swing ends
I hear your voice again
“Let go…”
I close my eyes
And push the rope away
My flight confirmed
The point of no return
I open my eyes
And hear your voice again
“Let go… I must let go…”
And the pond is not there
A stony ground waits below
And I see you
Standing on the bluff
Watching my fall
As I reach in vain
Extending my arms in a desperate plea
“Catch me!” I call to you
But you turn and walk away
I close my eyes
One last time
Knowing
There will never be
Another pond
As sweet as this one was
And now
Only now I realize
Between the real
And the imaginary
And the reality
And the fantasy
The only thing left for me
Is letting go
The end of BS...19:07 Oct 13 2008
Times Read: 1,114
...at least for me.
One last peek to see how it ends. It's actually like one of those books you wish you could just turn to and read the ending first because you know the butler did it. There is no twist... the ending was clear. The hypocrisy and unwillingness to let it go - the double standards, the failure to see ones own actions and take ownership of them from the start. Didn't need a magic eight-ball to get this answer...
Yes, the end... it is here and long over-due. Really, from my view, the BS side was nothing more than a fad that went out of style quicker than pastel sport coats...
Moving on...
The ship in your bottle...15:05 Oct 13 2008
Times Read: 1,130
Built delicately
Within a vessel
Forged from the heat
And the force
Of the Earth’s living core
Piece by piece
I have been intricately placed
Within these glass walls
To sit upon your mantle
Untouched by your hands
Only to study
Your eyes behind my glass
The far away look
I see
Always with the light
Bent by this glass
But at my flawed perfection
Still you wonder
Yet keeping your distance
Afraid to destroy my little world
Afraid to sail in mine
My hull will never
Feel the kiss of your oceans
My sails will never unfurl
To catch your breath
And give me life
Alone I sit
In quiet observation
Waiting for the day
You break the glass
To set me free
Or leave me
Dashed upon your hearth
Constrictor05:43 Oct 09 2008
Times Read: 1,156
My body has become frail
In the weak attempts to salvage
My breath
My life
It holds me fast
In a never ending grip
It takes everything
From me
My feet succumb
Where you used to touch me
Tickle and hear my laughter
And my hands fall away
The hands that could
Savor your softness
And hold you close
Tempting you
Toward salvation
My legs perish in a blackened death
Once so alive
This sudden atrophy has left them
Unable to take action
To run to you as I want to
To run from you as I tell myself to
Arms loose and dangling
Without purpose or poise
They can no longer embrace you
With gentle strength
And hold you close
In the cold of the eve of winter
When the wind
Would bite our noses
And the snow
That became spring’s disguise
Tomorrow will cover me
And hide this deed from the world
Mouth agape and tongue protruding
The final kiss on your lips
Which you no longer desire
Leaving my broken skin
An empty hull
Scattered upon the mossy ground
Where we once made love
How I long for those days
Of innocence
The decadence
And how we danced
For the joys of life
And mingled our tears
With the fear of death
Craving that immortality
This body will never see
Broken
Empty
Voided of all
This life fading quickly
While the next lies ahead
I will submit to this battle
My most treacherous of foe
Only to rise again
Another day
It’s not just abbreviated, B.S.05:48 Oct 07 2008
Times Read: 1,188
But that is a perfect abbreviation for what I’ve found there.
Yay… someplace free and liberal enough to let your inner 3rd grader out. You must be like a kid in a candy store. You get to rant, and insult, and be crass and vulgar, and flex those internet muscles…
…oooohhhhh yeah, didn’t that feel good?
PRIVATE ENTRY
04:28 Oct 05 2008
Times Read: 1,193
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Just for the record...05:15 Oct 02 2008
Times Read: 1,218
...about my so-called poetry.
Some people ask me what it's about... what things I write about mean...
...some people just make assumptions.
It's art. Not all art is good for every person... just like anything else, the interpretation of my poetry is different for each person who reads it.
But... I caution you, the reader... while interpreting my words DO NOT make the mistake of assuming they refer to any one person in particular.
Regardless of what you know about me, my life and the company I keep here on VR...
I write for me. I write about my life... my life outside of VR is...
....personal. Complex and personal.
When you read me, just keep an open mind. I'm working at improving and a lot of what I do is simply to play with words, visions, metaphors... etc... whatever. It doesn't always have to be about someone.
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