a Muse lives
inside
of you, and
inside of me.
And she is beautiful.
nurture her-
romance her.
And, …please her.
she
will reward you
with gifts imaginable,
and presentable.
And you will gift the world.
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Memory
sitting at the bow of a fast ferry heading to an tiny isolated island in the Gulf of Thailand; drinking a 30 cent can of Singha; listening to U2’s Beautiful Day and looking at the sun reflecting off the water and also across the backs of a school tiny little fish which kept pace with the boat, periodically jumping out of the water.
Bedtime Thoughts on the eve of Spring
I close my eyes and everything
is crystal clear
technicolor sharpness,
Beautiful.
Is this life
as it should be
lived?
Or is it a dream
of how life…
of that life i am meant to live?
Hunger
Eat
Sleep
Drink
Fuck.
Pick one,
doesn’t matter.
There is a need
to consume.
To feed.
To fill that hole,
that only grows.
Choose ’em all,
and enjoy none.
Well,
Maybe a little.
Pieces
pieces fall
one by one
out of your day
out of your head
through your heart
and onto the floor.
pieces of you that you need(ed)
pieces that you have forgotten…
pieces of you,
that are no longer yours.
you will be stronger, they say
you will be happier
you will be wiser….
better, stronger, faster-
I’ll settle for the six million,
and you may keep the drama
Peace,
where are you?
Timid
Steps,
You know
Boy,
You know
where they will take you.
But you take them,
For a possible glimpse,
Of something new.
Get to steppin’
I love you.
Down
Fall reigns
And
Fall rains
down bronzen showers
at night,
And daytime too.
The quiet
is not so quiet.
Change is….
Yes,
Change is.
Hello Winter.
Hello something,
Else?
Relapse
A spectre of summer’s past vigor
Floats by my mind’s eye
Unwrapping secrets
that were never secret.
This ghost has my morning graced…
me with feelings I’ve yet to face
Unraveling
Falling
Rolling on.
The illusion,
is gone.
The game,
still to be played.
But the players have yet to be named.
Love
I look up
to see you.
Because in you I see
the glory,
that is me.
And,
It’s mutual.
That is so cool.
Waves
Minutes.
Hours.
Sometimes weeks:
It goes
It comes,
and just when you see land,
It’s not.
Just a mirage
and you know,
that there is so much more to go.
Cresting high in absolute ecstasy
Speeds you closer to troughs of turmoil.
“It’s all good, all part of the journey.” says the guru
Screw you, guru
I’ll take the ecstasy-
Weeks on end
of pure unadulterated bliss.
So,
Let it rain.
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