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Take the advice of Terpsichore,
And look farther afield,
For another diamond in the gravel.
However, at day's release
Curl up to thoughts of her.

Observe the example of Aspasia,
And play the field,
And become one with the peacock.
However,guests at Sol's birth
Swim a sea of guilt.

Note the sadness of Ariadne,
And ignore the field,
To remain exempt from penance.
However, apply the restraints
And bathe in solitude.

Dionysian compulsion will draw thee back
To Terpsichore,
And while stroking her soft nape realise-
As always-
There lies home.

canyon blues

there are a couple ways to look at it
traveling alone that is
without a mate
unencumbered by partner, passenger or plan
on one hand you can go when & where & stay early or late
hike a canyon or pee beside the road anytime you like
or you can stop at a strip joint in atlanta or a church in duluth
or both if your timing is right
then again someone on for the ride has it’s advantages
someone to make sandwiches and tune the radio
someone to remember what you forget
someone to hold your hand down that canyon
someone to strip for you outside that church in duluth

To some men women are like a book.
Their covers to be looked at,
and if found attractive
picked up and opened.

If easy reading, with little depth, browsed,
and then put back on the shelf with all the others.

If not, it will remain closed,
it’s full meaning beyond
their patience, comprehension and understanding.

A blessed few will get past
the cover,
open, and delve into the contents.
Read the chosen words for their real meaning,
and savor the feelings that they evoke

In time it may become their favorite book,
to be read and reread
until time closes their eyes
for ever.

At first the young bud sways on it's stem
vulnerable to elemental forces,
beyond it's control.
Only parental contact and strength
to sustain, nourish and protect it.
Fresh and gleaming with the morning dew.
No hint of what is yet to come.

Then the slow growth and transformation
into something new,
the final form still evolving.

Quietly, and almost unseen,
the protective cover splits,
suggesting a trace of colour,
a hint of what will be.

In the embrace and warmth
of the spring sun and soft shower's caresses
the petals open.
Hesitantly at first, still shyly and fearfully
clinging to each other,
their full glory yet to unfold.

Then, in the full strength of the sun,
throwing all caution aside,
opening wide for all to see.

Confident and serene in it's beauty
created by simple care,
and love.

And in the fullness of time
the petals fade,
leaving behind treasured memories
of scent and sight,
and the unforgettable past.

Where is my other notebook; the one containing
more excellent thoughts – it’s lost
It’s on to plan B

Now, pertaining to - aspires to
larger visions, farther places
grander than the game itself
Off I flew to catalogue
footprints of the Great Ones

Each a mission where, throughout
not once did bother to embrace
the niche
Neither household nor the
occupants themselves who
Are the chosen
And the chastised
yet I; so polite to decline:
refused to eat from a soiled plate
or accept a small bed on the floor
far less; tear a strip from my clothes
to bind the wounds I caused

Once again; according plan B
and this time
it’s high time I knew
what it is to be pissed on, to be
pissed on again
It’s time it's High Time to recognize
The Crown of Thorns for first It Is
- Driven In -
points broken off against the skull
The grand reward for investigating
upholding a basic truth

Wear that for a day - then review
need for minor changes to
private aspirations


aka slipknot41 – FL winter-over ‘05

I am the lion
You are the tamer
I am the board
You are the gamer
I am the canary
You are the cage
I am the magic
You are the mage
I am the eggs
You are the nest
I am the student
You are the test
I am the leaves
You are the tree
I have the power
To set you free

To be or not to be?
I cannot think, I shall not think
for when I think, I think
I have thought wrong.

Like the braggart amongst his friends
I am egged on
to make my next step
to play the game

But they are not here
to feel this immense fear
I have mis-stepped before
felt the bitter mockery of the cold floor

to them I am but a carny
a source for their amusement
it is not a game to me
but truly life or death

The cold winds of pressure
chill my bones to the core
As I sway helplessly in the breeze
the feeling gives out in my knees

I look back at the platform
although there is no one there
to care
to catch me if I fall
I have abused that privilege
they just want this over with

Anxieties, doubts, social restraints
and a figure appears at the end
ghastly and dark, demonic and malevolent
he shakes the ground beneath

Lightning crashes and thunder roars
I cannot stand still anymore
I must make a choice, must walk the line
or surely I will die trying.

So here goes nothing
I lift my leg slowly
as if hoping I don't have to move alone
but suddenly without my knowing
I am.

Gone are the rowdy peanut gallery
gone is the thunder and rain
tis only I against myself
one chance to win it all

GOD ORDER MY STEPS
I cry aloud
He responds not directly
but with opportunity

I see two rocks on which to leap
both are the same
except one is safe
the other will lead to my downfall

No words of advice
no safety net
I give my all to God
In nomine Patris et filii et spiritui sancti
To You, I commend my soul.

Which way to go
I do not know
but already I am airborne
no pros no cons no surveys at all
Time to see how well I chose.


Although I stand here and now
I doubt what I have done
for the game of Life, although I play
is obviously no longer fun.

The weight of all my guilt
remorse and my earlier sins
bear down on me and the rock
I slowly begin to slip.

Memories of thing I have done
and what I have gravely failed to do
unleash their vengeance upon me
I feel nothing but pure agony

tears stream from my eyes
as before them, my life flashes by
a grandfather I failed to love
lies I've told and sins I've done
all the great evils of my life
threaten to tear me off my side

I cannot believe how selfish I was
how utterly appalling I had become
I failed to live a life for the Son
that matters not, for soon I shall be undone.

What good has come from my existence
anything now to relieve this circumstance
I search in vain
and find not one of any consequence
not a deed of any permanence

There were days
That I shall say
where I lightened someone's mood
but that did not last
as what came next
but a differently inspired brood.

Grasping at straws that are not there
any evidence to show I cared.
My prejudices got the better of me
the truth now I should have strived to see

Yet I was protected unaware
ignorant
of what I ought to have done
Satan sate upon my neck
and whispered always in my ear

Where is the good that has come of my life
the clock is running down
Not my donation of tickets
nor my schoolwork or hair
could save me from the eternal despair.
There were days
That I shall say
where I lightened someone's mood
but that did not last
as what came next
but a differently inspired brood.

Grasping at straws that are not there
any evidence to show I cared.
My prejudices got the better of me
the truth now I should have strived to see

Yet I was protected unaware
ignorant
of what I ought to have done
Satan sate upon my neck
and whispered always in my ear

Where is the good that has come of my life
the clock is running down
Not my donation of tickets
nor my schoolwork or hair
could save me from the eternal despair.

I loathe what I see in front of me
what an abomination I am now
A majestic and good creation of God
now a perverted adulterated clod.

I cannot feel any misery
for what I am about to receive
Eternal damnation seems right for me
I have failed to serve the Lord.

My attempts at intercession and salvation
were all for naught
for since I walked on my own
I was damned to die
No chance to be praised
a wicked man indeed.

The stone collapses
the eternal darkness
consumes me as I fall
from not just the grace of God
but from the good standings that I
once held with that gallery.

Nothingness
the hopeless abyss
my new existence
without a cause
I was prepared for it
as I lived
I felt the meaninglessness all along

the futility now wreaks havoc on me
I try to escape
only to return to the nothingness
claws and teeth
attack at me
no protection from the true embodiment
of abandonment

The moans and groans
pervade my senses
I am not alone
but isolated kept
confined
my mind ceases to be whole.

the gashes all across my chest
the incessant gnashing gives no rest
I cannot cry anymore
as blood escapes from every pore

I was a wicked beast
who overindulged in the depraved feast
that is society and its standards
that claimed to have all the answers

With every tear across my face
a wound is healed in another place
such is the unending love of God
protecting us sinners from a brutal demise
a love so horribly misguided
we cannot die to escape the pain