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The road before me stretches on
Into the unknown future
Behind me it reaches back
Into a past that is best forgotten

So many mistakes made back when
It was a time when youth held sway
With age comes wisdom, so they say
We understand where we went wrong

Excuses to ourselves we make
That lessons from life we've learned
No more, no more, these mistakes we'll make
We have journeyed on in life

The truth is known, if we admit
That in the same hole we will stumble
Young fool, old fool, it's all black and white
When love comes on the heart knocking

Can you believe
your death gave birth
to me?

Live or die,
you said insistently.
you chose the second
& the first chose me.

I mourn you.

Is love the sugarcoated
poison that gets us in the
end?

We spoke of men
as often as poems,
We tried to legislate away
the need for love,
the back-seat sex
& earth caressing you.

Why did you do it in
your Mother's bed?
(I know, but also know
I had to ask.)

Our mother's get us
hooked, then leave us
cold, all full-grown
orphans hungering
for love.

You loved a man
who spoke "like greeting
cards."

"He pleasures me
well, but I can't talk
to him."

Poet, we share that awful need
to talk in bed. Love wasn't love
if we could only speak
in tongues.

& the intensity of unlove
increased until the motor,
the running motor could
no longer power the driver,

& you, poet, with miles
to go, would rather sleep.

Between the suicide pills
& giggly vodkas in Algonquin..
Between your round granny glasses
& your eyes blue as glaciers..
Between your stark mother-hunger
& your courage you knew...
you knew there was only
one poem, we all were writing.

No Competition..
the poem belongs to
everyone & God.
I jumped out of your
suicide car & into his arms.

Your death was mine,
I ate it & spit it out.

Now, I sit by the lake
writing to you.
I love a man who makes
my fingers ache.

His beard is disgustingly gray,
his eyes blue as the deepest ocean
& the amazing plum of his tongue
sweetens my brain.

He is like nobody since
I love him-
His manhood sinks
deep within my heart

I write to you off
somewhere in the clouds..
I tap the table like a spiritualist.

Sex is a part of death;
that much I know,
your voice was earth,
your eyes glacier blue,
your slender torso
& long American legs
drape across the huge
Midwestern sky.

I want to tell you
"Wait, don't do it yet,
Love is the poison,
but love eats death."

~SAS

There was a girl named Belle,
She lived so long ago.
She fell In Love with a beast,
The story tells It so.
We all know what happened,
The story It Is clear.
It ended In such happiness,
Though It started with great fear.

Now the story begins again,
Belle from Heaven she Is come.
To touch the heart of her beast,
With her rising sun.
And as long as the Rose,
It does beat within her heart.
The beast he shall have life,
And Love's fanfare shall start.

The beast Is back within her life,
And Belle adores him so.
The shining fire within her core,
Does give her heart a glow.
Yet belle has a brand new name,
She Is called Veronique.
And her Love Is eternal,
This Love the beast shall keep.

Is this a fairy story?
Or are these characters true?
This beauty and the beast,
They can be me and you.

in the sun she hides
sweet mistress of tides
a clock to which soul abides
her face divides
as season to season slides
measuring the beauty which earth provides

There came a knock on my door
It echoed through the hall
There stood a man on my porch
Leaning against the wall

I took him in and warmed him up
I gave him food to eat
Before I laid him down to rest
I washed and dried his feet

When the morning sun came up
I found he was no more
But in the place he had laid
I found the clothes he wore

Then a voice rang in my ear
And I turned to see that man
He said "thank you child for helping me"
Then reached out his hand

He showed a glimpse of his home
A land of milk and honey
I did not know this stranger
But He does know me

My love appears
in such a mist
of the apotheosis of her perfume
hidden like a fragrant rose
within the somber nucleus of a star...

Intermittent tender kisses
riding on waves of music...

Glass of Sangria and rain
in our thirst of fever
submerging us in a warm still pool
of an ominous rare jewel
opening to a rising sun
the eyes that were closed in darkness...

My Lord my God
You are so great
My waning spirit
You do inflate

You raised me up
From Sheol
You poured Your blood
To save my soul

When You hung
Upon that tree
You gave Your life
To deliver me

From bonds of flesh
And of sin
Against which
I could never win

My faith in you
Will always be
Just as Yours
Has been with me

My Lord my God
How great you are
For healing me
By your scars

Restore me now
I implore
Restore me Lord
To my core

While watching sunset
Drowning in sea
Every breath of fresh ear
Sun reflections
In blue sea
Collars
Sink inside me
Awakening hope
Waves as handkerchief
In distance

Is that beloved waving ?
Is it my mother?
Or brother?
Or sister?

I am feeling as passing
Image
Caught
In immortal circle of mortal pain

I sow so many handkerchief in distance
Each one soaked with tears
Promised of waiting
But wind of time took them away
Stacked in branches
They live they're own life
Whistling wind blow them
Roll them
Twist them in ear as dancing ballerina
Makes them remember laughter of past
With tears of present
In wind of dreams
Past endeavours
They cry as neglected children
Waiting to be picked up
And find they're way
To be kept close to chest
As treasure of heart
For someone to cherish

Each handkerchief has it's own dreams
Some to dress a wound
Some to hold the candlelight
Burning on heart as Faith
Some dream
To grow bigger on mainmast
Withstanding storm
To stand proud waving - against time
While life destiny that our nature shapes
In this or that room
Waiting
With handkerchief

Tiny whit e cottage
Alone in the field
Open fields surrond
Window filled

Locked ans sealed
For no one to see
Dark in inside
Erie silence where mutitudes
Present

Faint wispher voices heard
Woman children
Striped of life
Cower inside

Locked for all time they whisper with
Frightend eyes
For death awaits
The creepin gas rom above

The multitued now sleep

Since he was young, 'bout 12 years old,
He can't forget what poppa told,
"Just tell them what they want to hear,
Whisper sweet nothings in their ear,
Then they will fall under your spell,
Do what you want but never tell,
It's ok deny, deny,
Disappoint her, make her cry,
Know what makes a real man? Take,
But never give, its a mistake,
Girls will have you take leave of,
Your senses should you fall in love,
This must never be allowed,
Now be a man and make me proud!
w.b. JS