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"The beginning of a novel is a time of
awful when you're dealing with a lot
of dead pieces and you have to wait and wait for
some sort of animation" ~Iris Murdoch

Poet,
The blank page
is terror.
The blank
screen is too.
How do I dare
to impose
my prejudices upon it?
~
How do I dare
to assume that
what I have to say matters to anyone--even me?
~

It's that mysterious
leap that distinguishes
the dreamer from the doer.
I myself always trick myself into starting.
"No one will ever read this," I say.
"Moreover, no one will understand it."
Sometimes I make as many
as a dozen starts.
Later I realize they
were all different ways of
sneaking up on the same material.

~

I was stalking my poem
from many different angles
--but I don't see that until
I am well and truly launched.


"The last thing we decide
about a poem is what to put first"
This has always been my experience.
If only I could relax and remember
that this game of hide
and seek with my poem
is the only way I know of refinding
the playfulness that making up requires.

(pause)


Candlelight
flickering
beautifully
this morning, dancing
on the walls
like thoughts
dancing
beautifully
inside
a poet's mind.

Yes, sweet poet, we must
let go. We must
take leave, pass on.

Words
are our way
of polishing
the rough stone surface
of existence.

Words
are our way
of pounding nails
into walls,
and mounting
our pictures
in the hallways.

~

Regardless
of our efforts regardless
of our thoughts, and our prayers, and our ideas existence
does
exactly
as it pleases.

and we are here
to please it.

Act only in ways
that will please existence.

Act only
in ways
that will move existence forward.



like tumblers
falls
behind the wall
of a safe,
our words
turn
the keys
to the puzzle the keys
that swing open
the doors the keys
that will keep
the image
safe,
and release it, too, into the winds of eternity where it belongs /
where we
eventually
will travel.

~

We
are the ones
who weren't intended
to be here

We
are the ones
who were intended
to be gone



We
are the ones
you see starving
at dawn.

We
are the ones
who are lonely, and alone.

We
are the ones
who drink coffee
at coffee shops
at the edge of the universe
while peering
at the abyss



Dance
with us
only
if you dare.

Close
your eyes
and help us seduce
the night

We are safe
in the city

We are safe
in ourselves

We are safe
in the workshop
of our talent

~

Aspire
to greatness
by doing
what must
be done
and leaving the rest
for the universe
to take care of.

~

I better close.

I will write again soon.

SAS

_____________________

From beyond the vail of my broken heart,
Comes a new beginning of what is true.
From the oars of a boat lost at sea,
Coming to shore to start something new.

Up In the sands of this golden shore,
Lucid dreams of you come soring in.
Just like the coming of the high tide,
This love for you, my dear, will begin.

And crabs
out on the flats
gazing, dipping, flittering under the gathering stars
water coils
laughter from the shore

Don’t complain to me about life
If things were always that easy
Everything would be great

The sun and moon still rise
To a place where they feel safe
Can we all agree about that

The water is too hot or too cold
Whenever I need go for a swim
So I must somehow just adapt

Nothing else comes that close
To the warmth of your embrace
Freedom only love were the case

I am so sick of this life’s stress
Where I can sadly find no rest
Do I really know what’s best

Peace and tranquility do exist
If we slow down our hectic pace
And find some space and grace

Don't want just for now,
I 'm looking for forever.
I wanna burn Lady burn,
in the way you make me shiver.
Just being held in your arms,
Is where I wanna be.
make me burn Lady, burn.
Dont ever set me free.

I don't just want your body,
I wanna have it all.
I wanna burn Lady, burn,
I know you wont let me fall.
Im your's and you are mine,
is what my future wants to be.
Make me burn Lady burn.
dont ever set me free.

I want to find it's true this time,
Oh Lady,
and it always will be
Wake up and say, hello each day,
Oh Lady,
with you lying next to me.
You make me burn Lady, burn Lady,
with an inner fire.
You make me burn Lady, burn,
you are my heart's desire.
Just being held in your arms,
Is where I wanna be.
Make me burn Lady, burn,
don't ever set me free.

it took forever to my find my forever
a metaphorical mooring by sea
it was a tougher search to find her
and if you’d ask her I’m sure she’d agree

the beach is a natural kilometre
I trusted the distance by guile
we planned our dream house together
I knew that she’d furnish in style

at 5am each morning
as the dew makes kings of the grass
I’m stretching and preparing to enter
a sea that’s the colour of glass

the gulls sing high pitched and often
plunging and rising again
a fox is eating my flip flops
and discovers they’re more than size 10

I sit on the rocks when I’m done in
and chase my breath till I see
a cup of hot steaming coffee
improbably right next to me

It's not wishful thinking
That I offer you my hand.
Let the sound of our hearts beating,
Provoke love to stand.
I hear your love calling,
I hear destiny calling too.
With my arms wide open,
I am here to welcome you.
Your kiss is the key
That leads straight to my heart.
It opens it wide
And lets your love impart.

Leaves change as time goes by
Winds blow as the birds fly.
The oceans serge and rivers flow.
But I shall never let you go.

Stars shine and wishes made
Sun arises, then slowly fade.
Fields of grass upon the range,
The love I have shall not change.

Rest you head, and in your sleep
Acres of love for you to keep.
In the morning when you arise,
Beauty comes from your eyes.

A soft whisper, a gentle kiss,
Drunk from love, I feel bliss.
A touch of your lips is all I need
For your love, I have the greed.

Beside me in my arms so dear,
I hold you close without a fear.
Shadows below, heaven above,
It is you that I will forever love.

The bravest animal in the land is the Clover's Summoned Badger. He's just so grand
Cute and cuddly, made of all love, has very a strange obsession for having more than just one olive
He's the hero of Cordor's teaming throngs,
who tell tales of how he's righted wrongs

Now naughty, naughty drow on the make, kept the cityfolk folk awake
In fear and trembling every night
The naughty, naughty drow were the cities blight
Then one eve of darkest Moon,
A very big house went up boom
"My manor!", cried Lord Rivindor, " that happened how? "
Then Summoned badger started spitting bitsa naughty, naughty drow

When he saw his house lying flat he said "we cant let the blighters get away with that"
"I will be avenged there must be a way"
"To find those naughty, naughty drow and make them pay"
Said Min with a smile, "Have no fear!",
"Summoned badger and I will volunteer!"

Summoned badger led them all under ground, to where sneaky naughty, drow could be found,
They spied a rock and behind did hide,
waiting for the naughty, naughty drow to stroll by.
And soon along the trial did come,
two giggling naughty, naughty drow gloating over what they'd done

Then Noble Summoned Badger, stout of heart, Leaped out at the naughty drow, he gave them quite a start.
he bit them and he chomped them with sharp Summoned Badger teeth
He showed no quarter, he gave then no relief
I wont tell you what he did to them, for I must confess
very angry Summoned badgers tend to make a mess,

Back to the surface they did make their way, led by Summoned Badger, the hero of the day
"Hurrah! Huzzah!" Lord Rivindor cheered "my house has been avenged!"
"Against the naughty, naughty drow, I now have had revenge"
"How ever can I thank you? I know! my gold you can have all of."
"I'll take the coin", Min slyly smiled, "Summoned Badger just wants the olives"

The bravest animal in the land is the Clover's Summoned Badger. He's just so grand
Cute and cuddly, made of all love, has very a strange obsession for having more than just one olive
He's the hero of Cordor's teaming throngs,
who tell tales of how he's righted wrongs