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Serene is the heart that yearns not for reward,
Divine is the soul dedicated to the service of mankind,
Music is sweetest when it comes from the depth of the heart,
And tears the gloom of the mind apart,
And diffuses the ecstasy that permeates heaven and earth;
So let us sing, let us all sing in holy mirth.

The faces and the people out of place
The crowded streets just one big blur
The noisy backstreet bar and laughter
Barely drowned out by the falling rain
My empty night spills onto the ground
Pushed by a hunger so greatly felt
How often do I come just to search
Looking onto a sea of uncertainty
The rising and falling of the tide
The fragrant sweet warm smell
Of the darkened magnolia streets
The steam rising steadily from inside me
Like ghosts coming out of gutters
Under the glowing embers of
So many street lights growing
Strings of little flickering pearls
Leading me past….. my past
And towards a future without one
Only what I keep hidden away
Forever these dreams of you

"She doesn't like love stories ...
Love novels.
Love movies.
Love poems.
Reunions, happy endings, in love stories.
She thought love was an invention of weak spirits, like faith.
Unnecessary fragility. Source of dependencies and complications.
Loss of individuality.
She was not a cold or cold woman, she just did not believe and did not like the word love.
It satisfied the desire for sex not to create affections, commitments.

When she met him, she was already at a peaceful age.
He had built his life, free of permanent presence and longing.
For him, displayed back for the first time at the time of farewell.
For the first time I wanted to see someone again.
For the first time desirable to stay after the sacrifice or the body.
She said:
- Never say I loved or leave!
- I will never say I love you!

And the word love was a forbidden word.
Whenever he felt the word grow in him;
Whenever I knew he was a prophet, I shut him up.
It sealed the word in his mouth, with yours.
And the word love ... was silence.

He asked:
- Why don't you say the word?
- Why don't you want to hear it?
- Why do you make the word shame and secret?

She was silent ...

The promise made in a girl's bed was silent with a woman's hatred.
I was silent ... as I closed my ears to not hear a word.
He was silent, as he pursed his lips when the pediatrician said.

The word love, sign of acceptance, surrender.
The word love, word that would kill the girl itself.

She said to him later, almost in the following:
- Never say I loved or leave ...!
- I will never say I love you ...!

One day he didn't show up ...
The silence of love becomes unbearable
A new and unwanted feeling grew within her.
Try to ignore the body's call.
Shut the will ... Shut the longing ...

When you didn't resist.
When you give up the fight and receive yourself, turn it on.
He said sadly:
- I love you ....!
- ... and hung up.

He ran to her. He had waited so long for voice and word.
He opened a door to her house with a key that was hers.
The key she doesn't have before anyone else.

Written on the walls of the corridor, in the living room, going out to a street through the windows and blinds.
Written in red, as if organized inside, tearing, piercing walls.
Written all over the house,
was the word “I LOVE YOU”.

He saw her in bed ...
In the hands ..., a paper that said fired.
On paper, drawn by child's hands,
there was a smiling man holding a girl with wet eyes in revolt.
The man said I love you and smiled.
A word crossed out over and over ... until the paper is torn ...

If I could change the seasons or the colours of the world.
I would use that power to light your way, and watch your road unfurl.
If I changed direction of the hands upon the clock,
I would let them spin us back in time and at our meeting they would stop.
I'd change the words I said that day to truth instead of lies.
I'd tell you that I love and loved what I see in your eyes.
and if i had that chance again to hold you on that day.
Id never let you go again and watch you walk away.
And that would change my future sky's to blue instead of grey.

last spring
my beloved
summit of davos

master oshiba
never complained
spaghetti sauce

night to forgotten
dj dsk
broker my friend

summer dragoon
vigilant
switch off the tv

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~ vain argue with the muse
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~ She never flinches toward a smile
~ brazen scribe and any dare
~ a toying with her fastings
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~ At once will opt to co-reside with
~ History's Own is rearward-faced
~ the recording angel
~ can’t be coerced
~ separate from or otherwise
~ spoken in a future tense than
~ those she's clearly shown
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~ Frustrate now the scribe assays
~ slant the plumb line duly set
~ or tie the hands which bind him by
~ or thinks lesser of his muse
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~ As the somber comic draws no
~ laughter switches acts amid the
~ stare of long and silent audience
~ sidesteps known precaution where
~ judge a matter taking hold
~ by only one end
~ that other end to ensnare
~ full circle in due time
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~ Desperate scribe one last reprieve
~ too quick to swipe so lands a slap
~ searing pain throughout
~ the wrist for
~ marble measures wholly stone whose
~ eyes flash fires irrepress’
~ millennia of self-neglect
~ such the muse plus
~ History's Own
~ weep tears of glass the seal thereon
~ inkwell of the record-bears
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Why do you haunt me in my dreams
Wake me in the middle of the night
Make me feel like I’ve lost touch
With the person I used to be

Why do I need to pacify my inner self
In the glowing din of the twilight
Making contact out of the corners of our eyes
In a desperate plea for each other

Where do you come from
How come I recognize your face
Hear the sweet melancholy of your voice
Longing to feel your sweet embrace

How come your eyes penetrate so deeply into my soul
When you smile at the same time I smile
Even the way we listen intently to each other
Your words just loud enough each one

We can’t tear our eyes away from each other
At the end of the dream you search me out
Just to say a few parting words like
We will see each other again soon

Will we ever be together again
Because you belong to me somehow
No stranger is a dream then an apparition
No stranger is the woman of my dreams

Into the abyss I travel with no ship nor sail.
The flowing seas below me or above.
The winds blowing around me nor they be profound to me still.
I fight the battle with no purpose though the life is lived and the stage set.
Now if only I may see what is hidden or under this veil.
I wish no harm and find all dire.
My thoughts require effort as though they tire.
Mind stainless while the soul becomes cracked.
Much to say yet language lost of all value.
The path hidden now, the season alien, the wonder colorless.
The sky painted, the trees animated, the care in this world limited.
Years consume days, seconds that of hours, while moments fade before arising.
Under I now sit, above I stand, and below I wonder.
Inspired by the few, angered by the masses, tired by the whole.
Tomorrow is never, while today only was, if only a moment could be forever.
Perhaps then, instead of now could be remembered.
The hue, not the shade, the shape nor the size, the value or name.
That beyond which is, through sight or touch, smell or taste, sound or otherwise.
Abyss before me, around me & within.
Nothing becomes everything.
In Lak'ech
~Myself

Gone as the colors faded
The cold clouds departed
Cast in shadows is the darkness
Where no mind rests as much as death

Where have all the rainbows gone
When morning weeps like tears
As black as blue becomes
So becomes life without you
As gray as day becomes night
I’m begging you to come home

She stood there Eye wide open but not lit.
In a state of intensive care.
A hard 5 months later she was back riding in the wind with some hickups.
Kept her safe once she proved to me that this was for life.
Now She is in the best shape I ever seen her even though her last Heart operation that I supervised/did was in 1997. She has a good heart so I will keep her safe as long as I can. Shovelhead I love you and I'm thinking of painting you RED.
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