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When you were a child
I was In your dreams
Within your peaceful night
I dwelt within your scenes
You saw my darkened majesty
But never did you fear
Love was In your heart
You cried Love's own tear
Now you are no child
I have come to you
Your Love Is still the same
It Is ever true
I wonder If you still see
The child who Loved the night
Who loved her Dark Angel
Who saw within him light
Shall you ever be
The child who watched the moon
Who had a Loving heart
Who lived In Love's cocoon
Your dream has come true
Your heart's Love shall ever run
Ever your heart touched with Love
Your Dark Man he Is come.

Black ship of night
sailing through the world
& the moon an orange slice
tangy to the teeth
of lovers who lie
under it,
sucking it.

somewhere there are palm trees,
somewhere the sea
bluely gathers itself up
& lets itself fall again
into green,

somewhere the spangles
of light on the ocean
dazzle the eyes,
but here in the midnight city,
the black ship of night
has docked
for a long, dark stay,
& even the citrus moon
with it's pockets of juice
cannot sweeten the dark.

then the snow begins
whirling over the Pole,
gathering force over Canada,
sprinkling the Great Lakes with sugar
which drowns in their deep black-cups;
it is drawn to the spires
of this wonderful place

& the flurries come
scampering at first,
lighthearted, crystalline white,
but finally
sucked into the city
as into a black hole
of space.

the sky is suddenly pink-
pink as in flesh; breasts,
babies' bottoms. night is
day; day is whiter than the
desert, the city stops like a heart;
bluejays dip & veer
& come to rest
under the snow-capped
water tanks
reminding us the
tundra of the soul
is always softer from
a booth inside the
coffee shop at
the edge of the universe.

SAS

beautiful bali
a victim of time
revered for its surf
waves absolutely sublime
many a footprint
did approach it then
but now its a gallop
of who where and when
no laws to abide by
no respect paid in full
just total abuse
and many hospital bill
alcohol and drugs
pervade the night
endless partying
amongst locals plight
they bring in the money
for there cheap good times
but damage the spirit
of an ancient kind
as i sit back and wonder
how development grows
the double edged sword
and the wounds that are sewed
once again man has managed
to overwhelm all
and damage a country
thus dividing all ........

Dear Poet,

There is a man under my bed has been there for years.
There is a man who waits for my floating bare feet.
There is a man who is silent as dust balls riding the darkness.
There is a man whose breath is the breathing
of small white butterflies.

There is a man whose breath I hear when I pickup the phone.
There is a man in the mirror whose breath blackens silver.
There is a boneman in closets who rattles the mothballs.
There is a man at the end of the line.
I met him tonight, I always meet him.
He stands in the amber air of a bar.

When the shrimp curl like beckoning fingers,
And ride through the air on their toothpick skewers.
When the ice cracks and I am about to fall through
He arranges his face around its hollows.
For years he has waited to drag me down
And now he tells me

He has only wanted to take me home.
We waltz through the street like death and the maiden
We float through the wall of the wall of my room.
If he's my dream he will fold back into my body.
His breath writes letters of mist on
The glass of my cheeks.

I wrap myself around him like the darkness.
I breathe into his mouth
And make him real.

I must close,
write soon

SAS

Chess is for everyone all ages and race,
play it quickly or slow to suit one's own pace.
Chess has its advantages, there are many to show,
concentration and calculation, it helps the thought
process to flow.
Self esteem and team spirit can satisfy your pride,
inspirational and uplifting, playing from the black
or white side.
The acceptance of success and failure is part of everyday
life,
chess is no different either, we win, we lose, we strive.
Ecstatic in victory, dejected in defeat, both lead
to mixed emotions, driving the heart an extra beat.
Play as an individual in a tournament or as part of
a team,
focus your mind on every piece; follow that dream.
Your plan has been successful so rejoice and sing,
mission accomplished, checkmate to the King!

My Mailbox

Amazing is what I ‘oft exclaim
‘Cause my suitors all know my name
Yah, it’s “beautiful lovely pretty”
But to me it sounds a bit gritty

Like eating fruit on the beach
And the sand gets caught in your teeth
Yuk!
You make all kinds of gestures
Looking like a court jester

Yes, when I open my CS mailbox
To see what handsome widow man
Has successfully picked the locks
Adjusted his profile to execute his plan
Thinking he (or she) is as smart as a fox

Silly men we weren’t born yesterday
Or for that matter the day before
I think they see us as donkeys that bray
However, we see them as a tiny little spore

What a bore! (Betty Davis accent needed)
It’s just funny now, their pitiful little tales
As they adjust words and pictures for the sales

Hey bozo! you stumbled into an intelligent lot
We’re all ‘wise and hip and with it’ you clown
You’re not all that bright, really a very low watt
None of us here seem to be jumping up and down

Move along little doggies, get the hell out of town
Get out of our space you're a disgrace and we erase
And as far as my mailbox and your self made glory
You’re just becoming fodder for my book, my story
So “Romance This”
I perceive something is amiss
Dismissed!

When silence is growing
Endlessly
Day by day
It climbs ladder to
Sky
Silence
Takes it's own course of road over
Clouds
With full chest of pain taking deep breath of
Ear
His silence breads in the wind
Like a ghost glimmers on to me
While my words sharpened sword
I am shaking his iron door build of Silence
'Let me in'
As every hour in silence
rising monument
Making wheels of being slow
And sadness lay their eggs
In vain going into my blood
As the music of magic is on the low
Dark verge of life

Does silence seeking wisdom of changes in
Marble?
It works no miracle for us
And yet marble speaks thousand languages
Like club of punishment penetrating
true abandoned breast that dreams for thy warm
of kiss
In silence
Deep inside us - children of love hides
in attic
Weep
With tears who mingles with the river
and the passion - flower runs with them
And when river kiss the ocean
The tide grows more bitter
To make my pains his prey

Silence
Oh how I wish to be your twin sister
Where were you when I need you
To seek balance in my thoughts
When hurt of thousand needles stacked in my heart
Speaks true anger
Regretfully
Because of the Silent land that frozen
Thy kisses
Wishing to recall that touch of a fair face
How spirit mingles in thy eternal spring
Vows of keeping door open to forgiveness
Vows of offered fruit to be every day
Cherished paradise
So long as we can breathe
And never wish to change our state with kings
As to be lost in each other eyes
Awake roses to shine out in fate
of forever love to be our sun of life
in an earthly bed

Oh Silence
How golden you are
In seeking compass to come

And yet you can be full of error
that can make men old and gray
To feel loneliest moments in silence
As grave

When you find yourself lost in a crowd where seems like you don’t belong, you are simply different like water somehow, just different. The crowd wants to make you as them, but you cannot, simply that isn’t you.
So we fight our wars each in our world but connected in some way. Many memories, many stories, many lifes separated with walls.
As the crowd fought to change the water , that crazy thing stayed as firm as the ice on a ground. Why that change she always asked and no one had the answer , no one …
Slavery to principals, slavery to solid ground, slavery to reality long lost and buried, to much slavery.
Time to change, each one of us has some carma, the water changes, adapts to circumstances and brakes them if needed like ice does it.
The crowd and the water cannot ever understand each other like they talk on different languages or better said in different worlds with rules not acceptable for everyone at least not for the water. Now I understand the friend as he spoke of not understanding each other, God knows that wasn't understanding.
Grow in side, leap in side, fly inside, never let yourself down, make the choices no matter how hard, choice has to be made.
Write you wild as they call you, write as the wind goes over as the time passes, grow more wilder, grow inside and brake the rules that you haven’t made, never accept nothing except God and the light.
The water, the child of the light, of love, of harmony make the way free to reach peace, understanding, let your smile glow :)
You did it many times you can do it again.

knocker knockers knock knockers that ought not to be knocked
the knockers that knocker knockers knock the most are small knockers
knocker knockers ought not to knock small knockers
knocker knockers rarely knock large knockers
knocker knockers ought not to knock large knockers either
knocker knockers ought to have their heads knocked together

Silence descends,you could hear a pin drop,
the tournament commences,
all minds focused, thinking non stop.
Two hundred competitors, all wanting to win,
deserving of luck for the effort put in.
The set, board and clock are the tools of the trade,
the brain is the motivator to inspire a high grade.
The trendy, the eccentric, the odd and the nice,
play for the love of the game, it's their decision,it's their choice.
Chess embraces each individual, no matter what trait,
both patience and perseverance can seal one's own fate.
The strain on the faces is taking its toll,
some near defeat, others on a roll.
Some shattered, dejected, like a boxer gone nine rounds,
rapidly making moves in the hope they are sound.
The long hours of playing have been finally worthwhile,
though the loser not too happy, the winner grins and smiles!