For Jennifer

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She is light

Yet knows not her radiance
She is strength
never knowing her power

She is poetry
Movement by mere thought
She is a kindling flame
Warming you on a cold winter’s night

Her name is life
And she touched me years ago
Her name is  friend
And she never forgets

She is inspiration
By only waking each day
She builds my faith
By only waking each day

She is peace
For her heart is filled with Love
She is war
For her Love will never cease

She is a mother
she will be known before a greeting
She is hope
To your pleasure when you get a chance to meet her

She is the smile on my face
The calm in my toil
The dreams that are ahead
The VICTORY in my battle!

De la grotte à la vie

It is a cave

 It is dark

Yet it harnesses the wayward seekers

Those lost, things remembered

 

It is a new world

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It is tantric and static

Maze and mosiac; real and realized

 

Walls blood red

And each composed

Flowing tainted oxygen

Iinto the veins of  its visitors

 

Stinch

Deep in the seventh realm

Dante needn’t seek depths

Just hoope within hopelessness

 

Up and down we go

No end

Emotional servitude tothe bottom of its walls

A place where dreams die in imnamy

 

When passion is abundant

But presence is not required

Just be, Call us ishmael

Let us begin  the ending of this adventure

 

 

 

 

De la grotte à la vie

It is a cave

It is dark

Yet it harkens to the wayward seekers

The lost, and things remembered

It is a new world

Exploration in sociology

It is tantric and static

Maze and mosaic; real and realized

Walls

blood-red

Each composed

Flowing tainted oxygen into the veins of its visitors

Stench

Deep in the seventh realm

Dante needn’t see depths

Only hope within the hopeless

Up and down we go

No end

Emotional servitude to rests at the bottom of its walls

A place where dreams die in infamy

When passion is abundant

But presence is not required, just be

Call us Ishmael

Let us begin the ending of this adventure

Ripe for Harvest

I’ve walked the vineyards and my grapes are sweet
Tasting the tannins to come and the nose that defines

Believing that this harvest will be the best
I prune them with care and remove the imperfections

I measure the sugar and approve of their shade
How firm, how complex, how mature

This land is where I live and breathe
This passion, where I find my soul

My heart is here
Taste this vine

In time, Our time

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I’ve been visited emotionally
and lost eternally

Resurrected in spirit
Inspired indefinitely

Led by a lilting voice
held by an ebullient heart

I have traversed a great distance to be with you
Broken laws and disobeyed order

Begged, borrowed and stolen
To feel your words on my ears

I have given all my possessions
For this one thing

Desired nothing more
Than this one moment

A moment I yet await
For we have yet to meet

Dancing in the Rain

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The day spoke a foreboding caution to my quest
I acquiesced long enough for its torrent to subside
I reasoned with its deaf occupation
That my journey must proceed

The answer was a ray of hope
and an ultraviolet specter of what lay ahead
The nativity of neo animation
Sustenance for a wanting land

My patience waned
As my mind moved swiftly across the landscape of time
Is this moment purposed to venture?
or to ponder the vocation continually calling?

I step into the thick mass of air
immersed into its revitalizing cleanse
The past rolls from the oils of my skin
The future clings to me as a sodden embrace

Now discerning the instruction
I frolic deeper into the deluge
satiated by its restorative effect
Learning that dancing in the rain is part of the journey

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