Please be patient with me...I sorta just dumped all of these
on this page and just haven't had the time to come clean this up!
But soon! I will make it a little more presentable and enjoyable to read.
Thank you for putting up with it the way it is at the moment however :)

~Weave Of Willows~


A FLOWERED DONATION
AGAINST BLUE SKY
A GATHERING
ALIGNMENT
ALLEGORY
ALL HAIL
A-MUSE-D
APICALIS
A PLACID WAITING
A PASSING STORM
AND SWALLOW SINGS
AND THEN
AND TIME WILL FOLLOW
AROMATA
ATLANTIC WHISPERS
AU-DELÀ
AU FLOT DES VAGUES
AVANT LA PLUIE
BEAUTIFUL FREAK
BEWARE THOSE FOGGY NIGHTS
BLEEP BLEEP
BLEH
BLUE PILL OF COURAGE
BLUE PILL OF COURAGE (EDIT)
BLUSH
BORROWED BREATH
BREATHE
BROKEN MIRRORS
BURNING GRASSES
BUTTERFLY MOON
CASTING ANCHOR TO THE SUN
CEILING SYMBOLS
CHAKOR'S FLIGHT
CLUMPS OF CLAY
CRAZY HAZE
CRUMBS IN MY CLEAVAGE
CORNUCOPIA NIGHT
CULTIVAR
DAFFODILS
DAYDREAM
DEAR JUAN VALDEZ
DESERVES ANOTHER
DREAMS
DREGS OF WINTER
EASTER MEMORIES
ECHOES
ELEMENTAL (MANTRIC)
EN CORPS ET ENCORE
ENERGY OF CLOUDS
ERUPTION
FAMILIAR
FAMILY TRIBUTE
FIRE STICKS
FIRST DAY OF SPRING
FOR LEONARD COHEN
FROST
GENTLE MORNING WAKING
GIRLIE STUFF
GOODBYE OCTOBER
GOOZLED
HEART'S LONGING
HERITAGE
~~~~~~~~~~~
HORMONAL FEEDING FRENZY+THE FLU=BAD POETRY
I AM
IDIOSYNCRASY
IN WAITING
I SAW YOU TODAY
JE TE RESPIRE
JUST ANOTHER TUESDAY
JUSTE DES MOTS
KIRLEAN
LAVENDER WATER
LAYERS
LAZY SUMMER RISING
LEARNING TO BE NAKED
LEGO TOWERS
LET ME COUNT THE WAYS
LETTING GO
LIAO CRIES
LIQUID HEAT
LONELINESS
LONGING
LOST TIME
LOTUS
MAKE UP MY MIND, WILL YA!
MA NATURE'S PMS'ING
MASQUERADE
MELLOW BEAT
METAMORPHOSIS
MIDNIGHT SONATA
MIGRATION
MOMENTUM
MON INSOMNIE
MONS PUBIS
MOON'S LULL
MORNING RITUAL
MURMURED ECHOES
NIGHT AND DAY
NOT QUITE MAY(BE)
NOT QUITE MAY, AGAIN
NOVEMBER NIGHT
OCEAN
OCTOBER WINDS
ODE TO WORDS
OF DEATH, FLOWERS AND INCENCE
OF TREES AND MINDS
OHM...
ONE DAY
ONGOING LOVE/HATE RELATIONSHIP
OPUS
OR SOMETHING LIKE IT
OVERKILL
PALPITATION-A HEART'S MOMENTUM
PAPER ANGELS
PAS DE DEUX
PASSIFLORE
PASSING
PAST THE OUTFIELD
~~~~~~~~~~~
PERCH
PETITE FLAMME
PETITS PLAISIRS
PINE FOR ME
PLAISIRS
POÉSIE D'AMOUR
PORT-WINE KISSES
PRE-POST-OP HAZE
PRICKLY HEAT
RAIN SONG
REALITY OF DREAMS
REAPER'S HARVEST
REFLECTION
RESTLESS WANDERINGS
RIDING HIGH
RIVER'S WAKING
RUMBLES
SANS LA PLUIE
SEASONAL ELEGIES
SEASONS
SEASON'S SURRENDER
SECRET LIES
SEPTEMBER'S EVE
SHAPE-SHIFTING

SHE WILL ALWAYS BE WITH ME
SILENT ECHOES
SILENT MORNING
SINGING STORM
SLICING RAINBOWS
SLOWLY THE DAWN
SNOWFALL
SONATA
SOUL SONG
SPRING HAIKU
SPRING PROMISES
STORM'S WAITING
STUDYING RESISTANCE
SUBTLE
SUMMER AGAIN
SUMMER'S TAKE-OVER
SUNDAY MORNING
SUNDAY PRAISE
SWOLLEN RIVER
TEMPESTUOUS
TEMPÉTUEUSE
SYMBOLS
THAT MOON
THESE WALLS
THE FIGHT
THE ROSE ABANDONED
THE STORM BEFORE THE STORM
THE WAY OF THINGS
THEY CRY DOVE
THORN SOUL
TRANCE
TWILIGHT SALUTE
UNDER BIG SKY
UNQUENCHABLE
UNSPOKEN
UNTITLED
UNTITLED DARKNESS
WEAVING WILLOWS
WHEN YOU'RE NOT HERE
WHITE LEOPARDS
WILD GRASSES
WINTER CAPTIVE
WINTER'S TIRED
WITHERING HEAT
YIN YANG MOON

SNOWFALL

big fat flakes
falling weightlessly to the ground

i want to run outside
and stick out my tongue

i wonder how many i can catch
before I feel foolish
and run back inside??

December 28, 2001

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ONE DAY

One day
One sweet, sweet day

I shall know
the taste of your smile
I shall feel
your sweet breath against my cheek
I shall swim
in the warmth of your tender embrace
And I shall dance
to rythm of our passion's endless melody

Craddled
in the security of our love
Lulled
to the fringes of our dreams
Carried
beyond

One day
One sweet, sweet day...

December 28, 2001

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GENTLE MORNING WAKING

A soft flurry falls dancing to the ground
this gentle morning.

It makes me think of you.

It makes me think of that waking tenderness
found in the warmth of crumpled sheets.

Of snuggled secrets shared
by soft skin still sleep-enveloped.

Of lazy yawns and stretches
anticipating being tickled and tamed into happy little coos and sighs.

Of renewed freshness waiting
to be imprinted by a path of gentle kisses

Of eager appetites growing
with each hungry nibble

Of sweetest rewards found
in love's tender embrace

Of ubiquitous desires appeased
For the time being...

December 28, 2001

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UNTITLED DARKNESS

Renewed hope
falseness
delusions
on a lost
unforgiving path.
Feeling my way forth blindly
I am tripping on canes
reminding me that now I too
am one of THEM
I stumble, and fall into the void
blackness churns, surrounding me
flashes of sharp light from a distant past
I call to mind
but are quickly shut away
by cold prevailing darkness
I felt the warmth of your hand once
resting on my shoulder
I didn’t even need direction then
I knew the way from memory
the journey was mapped out in my soul
but somehow, someone got passed
the great barricades I had erected
to erase the course followed
And so now I wander aimlessly
with no winds to guide my sail
to calmer waters
I crash onto shore
after craggy shore
Only to be thrown
back out to sea again
I thought I found safe haven once
and followed the beacon light
to a hidden cove
but for a moment to rest
and wrap myself
in the comfort of familiarity
until the waves
came back
to claim me
and toss me
back out
into the dangers
of my own volition
Too tired
to thrash and fight
the tide again
I simply let myself
drift
away....

December 29, 2001

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LETTING GO

Have I made it easier
for you to let go
without even saying goodbye?

I meant to do it

I did it...for you

it's what you've wanted all along

is it not?

Is it harder when it's easier?

December 29, 2001

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SOUL SONG

Have you
In a brief moment’s silence
heard the song of your soul?

Angel's breath on gentle breezes
calling softly, caressing, cajoling
Sweetest melody
Echoing through the ages
Of eternity

Will you listen with me
And dance
to it’s timeless beat?

December 30, 2001

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A-MUSE-D

as you
can see

my muse has
abandoned
me
my muse
used
to amuse
confuse
abuse
me

you tease
make me plead
return to
me!

my muse
refused

December 31, 2001

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SEPTEMBER'S EVE

Fall is definitely in the air
cool, crisp, dew-drenched mornings
rust-spotted leaves
September's eve
the county fair!

August 30, 2002

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MOON'S LULL

A cornflower moon peeked through
hazy clouds of tired summer
to caress me all the way home

I love being a passenger of the night

September 30, 2002

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SECRET LIES

The things
that within secrets lie
weighed with
emotions, thoughts, decisions, never told

You never even knew,
did you?

I guess you'll never know
the strength, the lengths,
the distance
I was willing to travel
for you
with you

Secrets?
Nay....

Perhaps all they merely were,
were lies

November 1, 2002

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HORMONAL FEEDING FRENZY+THE FLU=BAD POETRY

Laying awake and restless
Waiting for the Nyquil buzz to hit
I wish I didn't have my STUPID PERIOD
Cause I sure could use a hard shaft
up my slit!

*Runs and hides*
(...to masturbate through an ultra-thin maxi pad --with wings)

hah!

November 10, 2002

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IDIOSYNCRASY

languidly sipping
through parched
lips
a heady glow
cloaked
in perpetual
bliss of a lover’s
stroke

spontaneous combustion

November 19, 2002

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BLEEP BLEEP

Spires and steeples
rising up
in exhaltation

just like
the UFO outside
my bedroom window last night

...do YOU believe?

November 27, 2002

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SEASONS

as the Sun filters through
the trees
and breezes whisper
on the boughs

thoughts of you
still flitter by

the seasons
of my heart

December 5, 2002

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UNTITLED

impregnated silence
afterglow

the crook
of your arm

the scent of
blushing skin

the tenderness of
finger-paths traced

and...

the price of happiness
extracted

REALITY!

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December 9, 2002

PINE FOR ME

you listened when
I swished and swayed
to the rhythm
lullabye of the wind

when I danced
with outstretched limb
you watched
you saw within
you saw beyond
blue skies

you heard me fall
from my silence
from my grace
from the cutting blade

your heard me call
you heard my cry

and I heard you
when you said
Goodbye

They’re cutting the pine plantation behind my house today.
Those trees were planted when I was just wee,
I grew up with them and now they’re being cut from my back yard...
Today, I hear them cry :(

December 11, 2002

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FAMILIAR

Familiarity
in words
that feel both
like a gentle caress
or a slap
silky smooth sting

I feel I know you
I think you've touched
my
cheek!

December 14, 2002

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PRICKLY HEAT

I stand there
letting the water scorch me
tenderize my scalp

trying to scrub away the filth
grungy film
ever-clings
a layered skin

Can't you smell the stench?
isn't it apparent??

I lather lotions and
perfume so
sickly sweet

a rose is but a rose
but to the nose
that knows
the scent of loathing

ick!

December 19, 2002

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ERUPTION

Tears verge
knocking at the flood gates

Emotions
overwhelm

Melons so ripe
bruise
to the touch

My woman’s fire
ready to erupt

sacrifice
to the Gods
this
damnable
monthly curse

December 23, 2002

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GOOZLED

My eyes are greasy
Computer screen blur'itis
I think

And the road
that loves me
turned on me too

Can't swallow this pile
bile
burning my throat

I guess this day's
just gotten
my goat

December 26, 2002

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LET ME COUNT THE WAYS

Loved
Alone
Empty

Emptied...

It was lust

Let's build from there

December 28, 2002

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OF TREES AND MINDS

caught in a whirl
which end is up?
down?
underground
tectonic shifting
can’t get my feet
planted
can’t give seed
to stability

do I give up?
give in?

or should I
take out my umbrella?

it looks like rain

January 8, 2003

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OHM...

Chant me
mantras daily
purification

No intention
No perception
emptiness of form

Show me
Wisdom
with your Words

January 11, 2003

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AND SWALLOW SINGS

for all the beauty
it knows;
its own song
are there words
to do it
justice?

If there are
they flow from
your poet's pen

January 14, 2003

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STUDYING RESISTANCE

35 degrees below
a headache

line over line
i read
knowing i read
but not what

i need feed
my concentrate

it's lonely
cold
in Quebec tonight

brrr...

January 15, 2003

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RIDING HIGH

Dizzy
ditzy-do
in la-la land

is it the
pain killers?
or the pain?

Don't really care
cause I'm riding
this high
till it slams my ass
down to the floor
of reality
once more

January 18, 2003

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SANS LA PLUIE

Rien ne sourit
rien ne fleurit
rien ne frémit

sans la pluie...

Si je supplie
et que je cri
que je m'ennui
un peu de lui,et

de la pluie...

Que
j'ensorcelle
les éclats du ciel
de m'emm’ner belle

cette douce pluie...

Alors viendra-t-elle
sous flots aquarelles
me peindre
un peu frêle
de jolies ailles, qui...

me laisseront m'envoler
auprès de lui
pour enfin chasser
la mélancolie
que je ressens

sans ma tendre pluie....

January 20, 2003

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PORT-WINE KISSES

Thought I had wings,
thought I could fly!

It was fleeting
but hey man,
I tasted freedom!

till concrete kissed me hard
leaving port-wine stains
all over my body

Don't laugh
as you watch me
hobble
a broken leg;

still wishing
I had wings...

January 23, 2003

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CLUMPS OF CLAY

To my estranged muse...

I whisper you
soulful words
that you could sculpt
into flawless works of art
But instead you keep them
selfishly
in the depths
of your own heart

January 26, 2003

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~ENERGY OF CLOUDS~

Waving hands like clouds
no beginning
no end

Sure hands
shape and form
but why?

Definition
is in the eye
of the beholder

I prefer
embracing

this energy of clouds

February 1, 2003

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SYMBOLS

A flow of symbols
timelessly invoked
Languages
of the spoken heart

Etched cartouche
Nestled between
my breasts, pulsing
a life its own

I wear you
An ancient carving
transcending
a thousand words

and sunsets…

February 4, 2003

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UNQUENCHABLE

Let me kiss away
the thorn, blood red
with gentle lip
And never whisper
but a word
An ode to joy
silent in the night
of pleasure promise
I'll let you read it
in mine eyes

My rose
abloom eternal
in this
thirsty rain

February 10, 2003

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OCEAN

With glimmery eyes,
fragrance,
lullaby,
and delicious embrace
she seduced me.

I was mesmerized
at first sight,
smell,
sound,
touch.

She flowed through me;
cleansing,
rocking,
whispering promises
of "only the beginning".

In the deep, dark of night
she called...

I climbed the star-lit path to the look-out.

She was beautiful,
mysterious.
She sent her sentinels
to caress my hair,
kiss my face,
and tickle me.

Feeling her intently;
I closed my eyes.
Inhaling deeply;
absorbing,
feeling her force,
her vitality
move through me.

I wanted to stay there forever...

As the full moon drew her tide;
lining each crest with silvery light,
so too, she drew me hypnotically.

Tears of pure ecstasy
rolling down my cheek,
a flutter in my chest,
a burning desire...
I wanted to strip naked,
give myself to her,
totally,
completely...

I’d never been made love to
in that particular fashion
before...

February 21, 2003

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ATLANTIC WHISPERS

With a wink of an eye
she conspires
taunting whispers
tickle my ear
Oh that I weren’t so
enamored
to resist
her naked charm

February 23, 2003

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LAYERS

peeling away layers of skin
wishing them layers of my life
how many times
will I let myself burn
before remembering
application of proper protection

savoring the sting...
a constant reminder

February 24, 2003

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PETITE FLAMME

Danse petite flamme
Danse
Dans les reflets sensuel de ta chambre
Danse à beau feu
Danse
Etincelles charmante de tes cheuveux
Danse radiante
Danse
La chaleur de tes yeux émanante
Danse petite flamme
Danse

February 24, 2003

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LONGING

I long to hear
the flowers grow
And see
the birds sing
Spring

To taste the
warmth
And breathe
The sun
And touch soft days
of Spring

February 25, 2003

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GIRLIE STUFF

Shy Frost
my painted nails glow
Needing to feel purty...
(you men don’t unnerstan!)

I stretch lazily to catch
the reflection of my ankle bracelet
against my tanned skin in the mirror
Okay, that’s enough...I’m not vain you know!

Heh!

T'was just a Girlie Girl urge ;)

February 26, 2003

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A FLOWERED DONATION

Isn't rain
the weeping
of a million broken hearts?
So where would be
without them?

Love is the flower
that dares to blooms
in otherwise barren soil

And a withered bloom
simply lays carpet
to new growth

February 27, 2003

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SONATA

a photo tucked away
a pang
memories of heartbreak
and a sudden urge
for Mozart

OK

I'm over it now!
And I'm sick of Mozart, thank you....

February 28, 2003

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BROKEN MIRRORS

been standing here
among the shards
for seven years

They lied...It never ends!

March 19, 2003

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SHE WILL ALWAYS BE WITH ME

She was a woman of the earth;
a friend, a soul sister.
Our time was short,
but valued, cherished.

The radiance of her smile
in every sunrise; genuine.
Her laughter,
lightness of a bubbling spring;
cooling the heat of summer day.
Her tears of pain,
the downpours of heaven implored;
staining my shoulder.
Her streaks of anger;
metal blue against the darkened thoughts
of the storms she lived.

But the twinkle in her eyes,
canopies the night skies
still...

Peaceful rest to you my friend

March 4, 2003

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FIRE STICKS

Gather kindling as you skip along; for the fires will burn
bright and high in the night skies waiting.
No storms will find us here. Peaceful waters carry us
to streams and purify. Birds fly free and
skitter along the shores; they echo, then sun
rests its fiery glow.
Dance in shadows like the wolf and howl a sliver
winking moon. Freedom palpitates wild in the heart of
the heart and lingers. Will you take my hand in faith?

March 8, 2003

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CASTING ANCHOR TO THE SUN

Let the whispers of your soul give you purpose.
Voices of the winds entice. Rise
to the realm of your own energy.
There are no bounds but those we impose.

“Come fly with me”
Did you not ever wonder
what those wings were for?

Not to be caged, nor tied, nor tethered...

Slip away quietly; fearless in the shades.
Guardians await, it’s time for healing.
It’s time to let go of earth’s confines,
and embrace infinite flights creative

March 11, 2003

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RAIN SONG

I sang melody to the wind
Softly, you mizzled along
I spiraled into dance
A downpour; you became the song

Keeping perfect time
Never slowing the beat
We move in flawless symmetry
Every time we meet

A secret little ritual
Embraced surreptitiously
Sylph dancing in the Rain
A natural choreography

March 15, 2003

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LONELINESS

loneliness

deep
dark
soulless

consuming
devouring
leaving me hollow

I resonate

March 15, 2003

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TRANCE

Fire and the Sun, I sense your power
Opened Solar Plexus; Energy absorbed
I held freedom in soaring moments
And the drums echo still
the beat

March 18, 2003

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HEART'S LONGING

Eye look inside
Of you inside of me
reflection’s longing

“There is hope. Where there is heart, there is hope”

Two by two,
and even paired in shoes
they marched…

Are you then he, The One
reflecting here
inside of
Me?

March 18, 2003

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DEAR JUAN VALDEZ

I'll take my beans
intravenous today, please

Masochistically,
I'll sit and watch
each tiny lump
crawl up my arm

"aaaaaah ouiiiiii"

All better now
thankyouverymuch!

March 19, 2003

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SPRING HAIKU

Smells like Spring
Fresh roadkill
Eau de moufette

March 20, 2003

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OVERKILL

please hand me
the poison, the dagger
the arrow and the spade

March 20, 2003

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PERCH

Sitting perched
Willing wing to heal
to sail the currents
I look to spinning vane
and wait
Four winds to change
All I can do
is hope for a moment
to carry my wheedling voice to you

March 22, 2003

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AND TIME WILL FOLLOW

Time the dictator; we the pawns
In the circle of Arianrhod we wait
as she spins the wheel
and casts her silvery glow
unveiling the path to follow

We praise the Goddess

March 22, 2003

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BREATHE

Breathe, and breathe a breath
For you for me, in me and you
Together breathe the breath you spoke
in tongues I do not know and how
I do, but know I do
and speak and speak again
a rhythm rhyme of spoken tongue
in time-and-time again and breathe
together breathe a heady breath and not enough
for me, no, not enough to breathe again
and breathe

*and you

March 22, 2003

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NIGHT AND DAY

Stars shine brightest
Just before they extinguish
at the end of their night’s vigil

And silence echoes in the night

There is healing for the soul
In kisses of morrow’s promise

Sun’s warmth breathes deep
And deeper still
to the core

March 27, 2003

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UNSPOKEN

I opened my mouth as if to speak
at least a dozen times
only to inhale sharply,
and close it again; I was catching flies.

They flew around for a while
then buzzed up to my brain
and made me realized that...
what I was trying to say
was not on the tip of my tongue,
nor stuck at the back of my throat
no, it went deeper than that.

When we ended the conversation to say goodbye,
and I opened my mouth one last time...
it was my heartsong you heard,
and if you remember the words,
hold them a while...
they're yours.

March 27, 2003

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MIGRATION

Great V formations
Portents of seasons
Of change

Geese migrate
Honking hi, high in the blue
Marking passage

On route to northern nesting
On the path
to where the heart is

March 29, 2003

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MELLOW BEAT

All mellow-like and chillin
Watching my candle burn as I listen
to some reggae, Mon

Feeling the beat,
Feeling the rhythm,
Feeling the heat
Dancing,
Dancing without my feet

Swinging and swaying
To and fro
Doing the desk-chair boogie
Best way to study I know!

March 30, 2003

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HERITAGE

Ice shanties dot the river
Winds blow bitter, but
winter’s bite does not deter
Age-old customs;these.

March 30, 2003

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IN WAITING

Like the first time
Yet as familiar as
My own familiar
My singing voice carried
Through eons of dreaming
The lyrics now masterful

Taking center stage
Do not falter; I pray
As wakes the dream in waiting

march 31, 2003

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LIQUID HEAT

Candle pink
Inviting
Melting
Melted
dip
The tip
Of a curious finger
Delicious heat
Envelops
Warm hug
Wraps
Luscious
Hot
Pink
Wax
Me
With
Inviting
Melting
Melted
Liquid
Heat
From
My Feet
Right to
The tip
Of my curious finger

April 1, 2003

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THE FIGHT

Spinning
Spinning
Spinning out of control
I’ve lost my grip
I’ve lost my hold
I don’t want to be swallowed
into oblivion
I don’t want to be faceless;
an Unforgiven
I fought it so hard
and I fought it so long
Fighting was all that I knew
Whether it was Justi-Fi-Ed (or not)
I fought, and
I fought
And I thought
That I couldn’t give in
No, not even just once
I couldn’t be beaten
Even if it was by love’s knocks
It wasn’t about winning
Not about losing
Not about being right or being wrong
No!
It was all in the fight
Just the fight
and the right;
the right
to go on
Fighting
and
fighting,
and fighting even myself
What about then...
when even love’s not enough?
What then, what then??
Well then,
I will no longer be fighting
because I’ll be beaten
And that
will be,
then that will be
the end;

the end of me...

April 2, 2003

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AND THEN

New growth
Of a Heart’s seeding
Colors dance and weave
Hues of energy
And light
And life
And twirl
And twirl
Like ribbons in the wind

Reborn
Embracing
The freedom of being
Who we really are

And us.

April 3, 2003

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OR SOMETHING LIKE IT

The garden blossoms fragrant
A rose’s blush reddens
from velvet's touch
Cultivativation
Your singsong words are Instrument
The only architecture needed
Patterned in promise
Or something like it...

April 4, 2003

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PASSING

There is deliverance in death
Cutting away from mortal intemperance
There is redemption in knowing
your time has come
There is peace in acceptance
There is love in letting go
There is joy in holding on
to cherished memories

April 6, 2003

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OF DEATH, FLOWERS AND INCENCE

Couldn’t peel my clothes off fast enough
Needed to shed the scent
Of death, flowers, and incense

Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust

And the great wheel turns
And my stomach churns
And my bridges burn
As I shed a part of my life last night as well.

The option to shape and mold
are no longer mine

So I sit and await
What the fates
Have in store for me

April 8, 2003

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BLEH

I think winter’s prolonged wrath
has just about taken its toll on me.
I’m tired of it.
Tired of this cold, dormant ice world.
I long for Spring.
I long to feel the sun on my face,
making me all fuzzy-sleepy like, and nuzzy-toasty warm.

Season’s changes are inevitable.
And Spring is always welcome
Wish it would get here already!

Else I’m gonna have to hunt me down a groundhog…
(ours is an albino chuck named Willie!)
“Heeeeeeeere Willie, Heeere boi”

Guh!

(I’ve gots cabin fever, mm’bad!)

Oh wait...this just in...
we've snuck all the way up to 45 degrees F today!
Please disregard...

April 9, 2003

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REAPER'S HARVEST

He’s harvesting souls
Like he's got a quota to fill
Kind of makes you wonder
Who his scythe’s set on next
Will you escape it? Or will
you be hexed?

April 9, 2003

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*DESERVES ANOTHER

Funny how words can sometimes fail you
when you need them most.
Though I would say
that yours have not.

Freedom is expression,
expression is freedom.
There is duality in all things
The trick is in perspective and acceptance, I think...

Familiar is what shines through your heart of hearts,
and for two to beat as one
you must first be true
to your own familiar

There is no bruise that love, patience
and understanding cannot heal.

Body is part of the hole
Mind is part of the hold
Heart is part of the whole

In time all will be-
come
synchronous

April 11, 2003

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RIVER'S WAKING

She sheds her icy veil
exposing
renewed vitality

Stretching lazily
she wakes
from her long winter’s sleep
And looks at me
through slitted eye

Unaware

Of her own beauty's reflection;
a mesmerizing force

Oblivious
that I draw
from her

Raw energy

She flows...

April 21, 2003

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WHEN YOU'RE NOT HERE

Loneliness wraps its cold fingers around me
When you’re not here
I tremble
Withdrawing from a cold world
With a blanket of wishes and dreams
my only warmth
Emotions well
Tears burn
Heart constricts
I hyperventilate
Darkness creeps in
Bringing fear; its companion
Cold and clammy against my skin
Shivering me to the core

April 23, 2003

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BURNING GRASSES

The smell of burning grasses
drifts in the valley
A summons for new growth

Smoke signals
appease the Spirits;
an offering
Spring awakes

April 27, 2003

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NOT QUITE MAY(BE)

Today is
not quite May
But we’re one step closer
To maybe
Earth growls
Her discontent
Yet we find a balance
In breathing

And sometimes words...

April 29, 2003

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SILENT MORNING

Quiet
lake’s
calm
reflecting

Mirrored
clouds
heavy
with rain

A duck
majestically
collared
swims

Rippling
silent
vees
behind

May 1, 2003

______________
*reasons to savor that early morning drive in....

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STORM'S WAITING

Bare feet, I walk
in damp grasses

Inhaling
the pungent scent of
storm’s waiting

Pines dance
with the breezes
blowing

And dove is calling
from the wire
where she sits
mourning

May 5, 2003

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RUMBLES

I’ve known no other as I’ve known
That rumbles thunder as my home
And rain is a salvation; cleansing
Ritual and dance
And dance beneath the skies wide open

Dance and enter ‘tween
the sheets and veils and mists of waiting
Trickles, drizzles, dribbles, drips
Till ours the reaches
of storm’s abating

_____________
*improv (written while studying SMTP and bridgehead connectors,
listening to Yo-Yo Ma, and watching a six-year old bounce on the bed beside me!)

May 6, 2003

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ALIGNMENT

No need indeed
To steal from a source
As un-depletable
As your own heart’s echo

We are unified in the credence
of our souls’ journey

(A winged lesson in humility)

There are no answers,
only questions
And even that
is questionable at times!

May 10, 2003

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BEAUTIFUL FREAK

Impromptu Op. 90 No.3 plays
I stand at my bedroom window
Watching the rain

A white robin
Plucks a fat worm from my lawn

Oh! I’ve never seen a white robin before!

You freak of nature!
You look so beautiful
Dancing to Schubert in the rain

I wipe away a tear
And thank you
For choosing my yard

May 11, 2003

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SUMMER'S TAKE-OVER

Frog-faced clouds
Drug art
Wind up cars
And Hotel California
Rising up through the air

No, I’m not high on anything
I’m just watching Summer take over the place

*Explanation Here*

May 28, 2003

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WEAVING WILLOWS (edit)

Weaving willows
from my pillow
In my sleep
I weep
and shiver
Feeling cold
But I hold
on to
Every lasting
pulse of night

And just before
the morning’s light
Wings its way in
on flight

There I am met in dreaming

Dreaming, dreaming
a tight weaving
through a haze
and maze
of finding
ways
to slip
through
the cracks

Of dawn

Falling, falling
Off the edges
Walking blindly
off the ledges
Without getting caught
between the wedges

Of The earth’s confines

May 29, 2003

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JUST ANOTHER TUESDAY

Hey, don't you know
I own this road?!
So jiggle it and
get out of my way

All my turns to get here
are left ones
On the way back
They'll be alright

Don't just walk by me
Feed me, dammit
I'm hungry
and I miss you!

"True to the chosen few"
Bathroom-stall graffiti
and contributions
to the wall of boogers
-gross!

My eyes are so dry
they're bleeding gravel
I need some rain
to get them gleaming again

*This poem, is a poem to replaces that other poem I wrote in my head on my drive in this morning;
but totally forgot by the time I got my hands on a pen.

June 3, 2003

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THE WAY OF THINGS

Birch trees
Line the lazy river’s banks
Blinking red-eye
Nods its head
Toward a western sky

Even day's end
has direction
And here am I
Still
Trying to find
My own way

June 3, 2003

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CRAZY HAZE

Hazy
Haze
Daze
Of day’s Craze
Crazy
Heat
Hot
That I’m not
Used to, you know
But lemme tell you
It’s a helluva lot
Better than
Snow!

(Though going from 60°F to 95°F
in 24 hrs is a bit drastic thankyouverymuch!)

June 23, 2003

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WITHERING HEAT

Ceiling fans whir
Regurgitated air
Makes me wither
And heave
So I Weave
Fantasies
of conditioned air
Blowing through my hair
To cool my heated circuits
Though my biscuits
Are still cooked
Any way you look
At it (them)

Good lord I need a life! lol
I’m writhing about weather
for crissakes!

June 25, 2003

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THORN SOUL

What is a rose
Without a thorn?
Torn
A sharpness
Both contrasting
and enhancing
The beauty
and the bloom
The color
and perfume
With a sting I sing
its splendor
Rich soil nourishes
and gives root
But it’s the Rain
and Sun
that encourages
Growth and
Flourish
It’s the Light
And the Love
That Nourish
That Complete
Replete
The Soul
Of this Flower

June 6, 2003

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ECHOES

A History
of murmured echoes
Rise above the hollows
Resonating in Art Nouveau-
"L’Amour En Chocolat"
(both title, and medium)
Enticing us to embrace
And feed
the need within.

While masterpieces
await our making

June 15, 2003

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JE TE RESPIRE

Je te respire
Je me sens dilater
Tu me donne souffle
Tu me donne vie
Tu me donne envie
Tu me ravie

Je te respire
Tu m'inspire
Et je me sens renaître

June 22, 2003

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MORNING RITUAL

A loon flies over
serenading me with fluid song
A beautiful, soulful
morning greeting

June 22, 2003

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LAZY SUMMER RISING

Hot sun rising
shows its dominance of day
fragments of lazy summer morning conversation
buzz through the air
I swat them away
like pesky insect
apply proper repellant
then return my attention to coffee cup,
and sipping

June 22, 2003

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UNDER BIG SKY

Ribbons of light
Stream through clouds
embracing
The earth below
Cradling to bosom
I feel reassured

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June 28, 2003

SLICING RAINBOWS

A cd placed atop the tower
Catches the sun’s rays; casting a rainbow
I listen to ocean waves,
watch the ceiling fan’s blades
slice through colors
And drift off peacefully

June 28, 2003

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A GATHERING

Crows caw noisily
In the pines
The council begins
I listen silently
Hoping to gain
Wisdom of the ancients

June 28, 2003

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AU FLOT DES VAGUES

Le temps qui passe
Au flot des vagues
Le vent qui chasse
Tous mes soucis
Le soleil me réchauffe
les pensées
Mon cœur est rempli de toi
En cet été
d’après-midi...

July 2, 2003

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ALL HAIL

I think it is written
Somewhere among the stars
-If anything
vaguely resembling happiness
approaches; self-sabotage-
Cause sure as astral alignment,
without fail
I hail
To those goddamn stars!

(and hallowed be the Skittles rainbow)

July 8, 2003

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CEILING SYMBOLS

ancient wooden horses of
burnt umber
primitive
stick figure-like
being called to my attention
I question
their significance
as I stare at my ceiling
separating layers

They intensify in color
drawing my focus
wanting me
to decipher their meaning

(Fucked if I know what to make of em!)

July 9, 2003

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A PLACID WAITING

Day’s eve
Loon flies back
toward mate’s
replying call
He wings faster
knowing
each echoed tremolo
bring him closer
to nest and Home

July 31, 2003

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CHAKOR'S FLIGHT

Moon’s
gravitation
vectors to my center
Phases
orbit my sphere

Ellipsoidal
cause and effect

And tides
keep crashing
to the shores

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(for 'arris) *There is a bird in eastern mythology that flies
toward the moon when it is full.

The Chakor flies toward the moon, wings flapping;
a magnetic force pulling it closer, its
passion and madness driving it on and on...
till it no longer feels the stiffness in its
shoulders, nor the air getting lighter...it
drifts slowly backwards but keeps the moon
in sight, gathering strength for yet another
stroke of its fragile wings.

But in its final moment of desperation,
while the moon still beckons, it knows
it will not make it...so it closes its eyes,
folds its wings and gives itself back
to the earth it was trying to escape from.

That is the destiny of the Chakor...

August 1, 2003

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MAKE UP MY MIND, WILL YA!

Will it
or won't it
Will it if you want
Want it if you will
Will it to
Willie Wonka,
wontcha!

But Wilde ol' Willie
wasn’t all that wonky though
was he?

He had an everlasting,
gobstopping,
heart-of-a golden ticket

And anything is possible
Just ask Charlie...

*yeah I know...but in my defense, I've been hitting
the studies a bit too hard lately, and my
brain has turned to laffy taffy ;)

August 10, 2003

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AU-DELÀ

Les yeux droits vers le ciel
Voyant au-delà des illusions,
des étoiles scintillant leurs affolements,
au-delà du firmament

Promesse de pas qui se rapprochent...

August 18, 2003

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PLAISIRS

L'amour
Les écritures
Et le bleu du ciel

Tout ce que sont d'essentiel

Pour combler l'âme du poète...

August 20, 2003

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AVANT LA PLUIE

Le vent danse dans les arbres
Et me chatouille la joue
avec des pensées de toi
Les carillons chantent leur mélodie

Promesse de pluie...

August 22, 2003

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TEMPÉTUEUSE

J’ai fait l’amour à la tempête;
là, debout devant ma fenêtre.

Le vent est venu me caresser les cheveux;
me murmurer l’amour au rythme de ses tambours,
qui ont résonnés dans ma poitrine.

Pluie diluvienne est passée s’abattre
contre mon tendre sol.

Défoulement de passion sauvage
À la cime d’une tempête passante

August 22, 2003

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JUSTE DES MOTS

Mots plaisants
Mots passants
Mots pressants

Mots de toi
Mots de moi
Mots de joie

Mots soudains
Mots de soins
Mots lointains

Mots de fin...

August 27, 2003

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MASQUERADE

She goes places she doesn’t belong
wearing costumes
introducing herself by other names

She peers over the shoulder
of another person’s experience
Hoping somehow to fit in

Maybe she’ll bring back souvenirs

Or perhaps the memory itself
Will be enough to satisfy her

September 7, 2003

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SHAPE-SHIFTING

Journey
Through
The Spirit fires
Energy and light

Through
The healing circle
Ritual and dance

And dance, and dance
To the rhythm
Of the beating drum,
And drum to the rhythm
Of a heart’s beating

Reborn
Raven--Eye
Open wing
and fly away...

September 29, 2003

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PAPER ANGELS

I picked up the paper
and brought it to my nose
no traces of incense or ink left
but Angel still looks at me solemnly

I lay her back gently between the pages
of the unfinished book
where she belongs

December 26, 2003

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I SAW YOU TODAY

I saw you today(edit)

a wisp of cloud
in a clear blue
sky; your playful laughter

dusk’s
thin yellow line
hanging low
over the mountains; your warm smile

stars filling
the night sky;
the sparkle of light in your eyes

And in the thick silence
of darkest vigil,
the breeze swishing through lofty pines;
Your whispered "Good night"

January 21, 2004

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DREAMS

softly the night whispers
making round notes
full of sultry silence

softly the veil rustles
like the wind, kissing leaves
as a lady’s fingertips

softly the moon warbles
filling silver cisterns
with grateful songs
of night-blooming jasmine

softly the song
surrenders to the songbirds
every new verse another fallen star
kissing the purple hem
of night’s garment

steal away with me
into the mist-shrouded river
of seldom dreams
and touch me
in the night-blooming jasmine

January 27, 2004

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LIAO CRIES

Tears run down
his charcoal face
Little did I know
I’d capture
A boy’s innocence
in my next sketch

February 15, 2004

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BLUE PILL OF COURAGE

I wish it were that simple
But things in this life rarely are
To think of swallowing pills
that would lend someone courage
is selfish

But to stand here
watching you suffer
unable to do a damn thing
while cancer eats you up cell by cell
is hardly benevolent

My brother,
it is your suffering I wish to ease (if I only knew how)

Not my own...

February 23, 2004

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RESTLESS WANDERINGS

Restless soul’s wandering
Dropping anchor
in unfamiliar ports

Adrift on a heartless sea
I wait for the beacon light
To find me

A place called home

February 25, 2004

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PETITS PLAISIRS

Parler
Sans dire un mot
Pleurer
Sans verser une larme
Êtres seuls
Ensembles

Amitié intime

March 2, 2004

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SUBTLE

With a glance
Askance
That glint
in your eyes
tells me
you caught the nuances
in my meanings

You bite your bottom lip
Your chin wiggles a bit
You’re enjoying
the wordplay
today
I see!

March 4, 2004

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SPRING PROMISES

Sunday morning
filters through
my window shades
Warm
on my patterned skin
Promising Spring
And longer days

March 7, 2004

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WINTER CAPTIVE

I miss the rain
So fresh and pure
But more than rain
I long for
Storms of thunder
Rooting me deep
In rumbling

And striking silver blue
Electric
Across a spilled-ink sky
Lightning bursts
Releasing
My restraint energy
Held captive
Winter-long

March 8, 2004

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CULTIVAR

A seedling
I grew wild
in your fertile soil

Under
Your green thumb
I flourished

With pretty petals
I danced freely
In the wind

Until the day I was picked

"Love me, Love me not,
Love me, Love me
not..."

Plucked bare of my petals
Crushed and discarded
I knew

That no one would ever
See me beautiful again
The way you did

March 8, 2004

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FIRST DAY OF SPRING

With Simon and Garfunkel
In one ear
My wind chimes
Filling the other
I sit here
Watching March spew
Another shit storm
Marking today
The first day of Spring

Are you feeling groovy Mrs Robinson?

March 20, 2004

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MON INSOMNIE

Kaleidoscope colors
Dance on the walls
A midnight flickering TV screen
Watches me

I thought I saw something move
From the corner of my eye
Though I’m pretty sure
it was just my eyeball

Insomnia’s icy fingers
Laced with a little paranoia
Unwanted companions that make me shiver
And wish for the sandman’s warm embrace

March 24, 2004

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MONS PUBIS

I shaved my pubis
I feel clean, and smooth
Comfortable, and sensitive
And a little vulnerable.

(Shhh, that’s a secret!)

What do you suppose
This says about me
As a woman?

That I am weak, simply because
I’d want my vulnerability cupped
In protective hand?

Non.

That I’d want to curl into fetal position
And be rocked to safe sanctuary
That I’d want to be shown
it’s okay to feel unsure

It is not about weakness!

Yet how can such a small gesture
Have such a profound effect on me,
I wonder...

March 24, 2004

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WINTER'S TIRED

Winter’s tired of me
I just know it!
It seeps into my bones
It creeps into my home
And shivers me timbers
Leaving me whimper
With clattering teeth
I’m looking for comfort
I’m looking for heat
I’m paying homage
to every single ray of sun
Wishing for Spring
To finally cum
Oh yes, please do it
Just do it...all over me, yesssss!

(can you tell I’m getting cabin fever again?)

March 24, 2004

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AGAINST BLUE SKY

Great Vees
peppered
against blue sky
In the afternoon sun
wild geese cry
Each flap of wing
warmer
and welcome
Home

March 29, 2004

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EN CORPS ET ENCORE

Et si, et si, et si
je soignais cette faim
pour que tu ne connaisse rien
de plus pressant
que ce besoin

Et puis, et puis, et puis
que j'allume ta bougie
de belle petite flame
à grand flambeau brûlant
te voyant tout tremblant
devant moi ainsi

Encore, et encore
des frissonnements de chair
qui vibrent tout nos sens
et passent comme des éclairs
tappant le long des nerfs
de nos corps
tout entortillés

Et pourtant, et pourtant
même l'éruption du volcan
n'appaisera non plus
ce feu que je ressens
ici au creux de moi
ici au creux pour toi

April 2, 2004
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EASTER MEMORIES

As pristine
as my new Easter shoes
my little white-gloved
hands clasped a new purse
All decked out
to go to church
and sing
"for he is risen, halleluia"
And later
the hunt for chocolate eggs

April 7, 2004

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ELEMENTAL (MANTRIC)

Use
your inner
strength as
mortar
build
a solid
foundation
and walls
so high & strong
defend, defend
the sacred
within
preserve
the peace
within
protect
the love
within
Hallowed
to thine
own
self
be
to thine
own
Self

Be

April 28, 2004

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WHITE LEOPARDS

A plucked branch
of pussy willows
Waiting to be stroked
Remembering
the white leopard artwork
Memories of childhood

April 30, 2004

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SWOLLEN RIVER

Swollen river*
laughs
burbling
forth
secrets of
Winter-still
impregnating
her banks
with new growth
~~~~~~~
*I was driving by the
engorged river today and
could have sworn
I heard her laughing,
showing pearly whitecaps
in her grin.
She was lush with life
eager to saturate
and fertilize all
that she touched
with her vitality.
I had an urge....

April 30, 2004

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LEARNING TO BE NAKED

We agreed
that honesty
was our best policy
tell me
that
you will not run
at first sight of my flaws
for mine
Are visible, yours
perhaps are
not
Undaunted, I stand
here waiting
willing to accept
everything
that is a
part of
you

Learning
to be
Naked

May 7, 2004

P.S. This one was centered, because
I liked fact that the text looked
like a huge exclamation mark!

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BLUSH

Each petal soft

Unfolds to tender touch

smoothly, naturally, receptively

blushing darker hues

from stroke of fingertip

moist breath escapes

from silken lips

agape

May 11, 2004

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A PASSING STORM

I came out in the storm
to speak to thunder
Pungent dampness
fills my nostrils
I sit here tranquil
listening to dove’s lament,
As the sun; having won day’s glory,
now sinks behind lofty pines.

May 13, 2004

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REALITY OF DREAMS

You smell

like dreams

warmed under summer skies

You are the breeze

tasting the blossoms

of a cherry tree

You are a melody

so maudlin

you pierce my heart

You are a fantasy

carved from the stone

polished by the sea

You are the missing link

a piece of my soul

a piece of me

that I wish to capture

and call

my reality

May 22, 2004

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ODE TO WORDS

Berceuse in D Flat Major, Op.57 plays
as I sit
with fingers poised
above my computer keyboard
I tap the keys
As though striking each note
precise
O that my words
Could stir
such timeless emotion
and bear me such name
as composer

May 22, 2004

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MOMENTUM

At the height
of your momentum
Determination
is the wind
that propels

Soar!

Knowing only bluer skies
and gentler streams
will carry you
to your destiny
with each beat
of your own wings

May 29, 2004

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CRUMBS IN MY CLEAVAGE

You better say it with feeling
When you call me cunt!
I wasn’t a whore till the birthing.

That’s when you first sucked me dry,
though I urged you on, because
I briefly enjoyed the tenderness of the moment.

T'was also the precise moment I realized
I could use it as a tool (weapon) if/when needed

Now say it with feeling
When you call me cunt!
Then say it again,
because you know you want to...

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PAS DE DEUX

We danced
like the poetry written
across the pages of time
Where stories
were told
in forgotten rhyme
and words
were aesthetic
with more meaning
and chime

Pas de deux

June 7, 2004

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METAMORPHOSIS

Who the fuck am I?

I remember the first time
I asked myself that question
And how I soon found out
that there were no answers
only questions
The difference now
is that I know
which ones are futile
The difference now
is that I know
where not to look
The difference now
is that I know
how to be objective
The difference now
is that I know
I am
who I’m supposed to be
yet that’s what scares
the shit out of me

So, why the fuck am I?

June 14, 2004

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THE STORM BEFORE THE STORM

The wind whistled storm
as it blew by my window
It fed off my hunger
and prowled away
into darkest night
Promising to unleash
its ardor
to appease
our restlessness

June 24, 2004

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THEY CRY DOVE

“Who-ooo-ooo, who, who, who?”
Dove wails from the branch
But what would she gain in knowing?
For if she asked not who,
What then would her lament be?

July 2, 2004

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WILD GRASSES

Silvery grasses
grow wild on July roadsides
They bow at my passage
and sometimes reveal
hidden white crosses
marking a road warrior’s
desolate end.

July 17, 2004

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THESE WALLS

These walls grow taller,
and more i-m-p-e-n-e-t-r-a-b-l-e
with each passing day
A perfect refuge-
[a|per|fect|cage]
Soon, no one will even dare
T • i • p • t • o •e by
(saves me the trouble of shoo’ing them away!)
This false sense of security keeps me good company,
thankyouverymuch!
So just
Go
a
w
a
y

July 20, 2004

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YIN YANG MOON

Reminiscing of a time
when life wasn’t
drive-through, self-serve
and super-sized

We were all
breast-fed babies

We lay on blankets
on the front lawn
to look up at the night sky
where a yin-yang moon
Played with stray night clouds
and there were dreams
to be found
in the constellations

August 2, 2004

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MIDNIGHT SONATA

(to my estranged muse)

composing away midnight
with the tap, tap, tapping
of black vinyl keys
chasing a hollow trail
words fall into the chasm
I burry them ceremoniously

August 15, 2004

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BEWARE THOSE FOGGY NIGHTS

The fog crept low
over the calm,
dark surface
of the lake.
Like a thief
about to steal away
precious possessions.

The next day
as I watched it lift
in clouds of mist,
I was sure I saw
a few tortured souls
tangled in the
heavy vapors.

Fortunately,
my own remains
intact.

January 23, 2005

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FROST

Frosted patterns
Thick on these pains- the
heart of winter

March 10, 2005

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DAFFODILS

A bunch of daffodils;
I bought them because they reminded me of you.
Of the way you brighten up my day.
Of the warmth that wraps itself around me.
A poor substitute for your arms;
yet these thoughts and feelings exude,
and a smile as bright
as a bunch of daffodils.

April 6, 2005

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MURMURED ECHOES

Murmured echoes
rise above the hollows
resonating in Art Nouveau-

"L'Amour En Chocolat"
(both title, and medium)

enticing us to embrace
and feed
the need within

While masterpieces
await our making.

April 9, 2005

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AROMATA

Little scented breezes
drift by
I close my eyes
inhale
and I am filled
with the sweetness
of you

April 19, 2005

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PALPITATION-A HEART’S MOMENTUM

A few hours together;
we are always robbed by its passing.
time gets stolen away.

You fill me to the brim of existence;
yet I can never get enough.
I could swim in a tiny ripple for days;
but I crave more.

I want all of you,
and an eternity.

Take this momentum
from the palm of my hand;
I am yours.

April 30, 2005

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SUNDAY PRAISE

The clouds disperse
a ray of sunlight,
and a false ray of hope stream through
Sunday morning halleluiahs
and singing praise
The tree tops sway
as the biting wind still blows
its discontent

May 1, 2005

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Ma Nature’s pms’ing

Hail! Hail!
It's hailing
Pea-sized pellets pelt
my driveway
ma nature’s pms'ing again

May 12, 2005

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BLUE PILL OF COURAGE(EDIT)

I wish it were that simple,
but things in this life rarely are.
To think of swallowing pills
that would lend someone courage
is selfish!

But to stand here
and watch you suffer,
unable to do a damn thing
while cancer eats you up cell by cell
is hardly benevolent.

My brother,
it is your suffering I wish to ease
(if I only knew how!)
Not my own

You recall good memories
of growing up together
Like hugging and holding me tight
when we rode in the back of Dad’s truck

And here all I can think about
are the bad ones...
How we’d fight and argue
and of all the times I made you angry

I watch you sitting there
with a smile on your face
at peace with yourself, and I wonder
How can one person have such strength?

I feel anger festering inside of me
when I look at you and see
the visible signs
of your body’s betrayal

But you,
You look at me only with love
and pride at being called my brother

May 21, 2005

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KIRLEAN THOUGHTS

Kirlean
I sense you; aural
love radiates

May 24, 2005

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LOST TIME

It stops for no one
crosses meridians
not caring
who it leaves in its wake,
in its wait,
crushed by its weight
it’s just time
and time again
spinning on the axes
of days on end
going on to mend
and heal
all wounds
or so they say
can’t get in its way
as it goes on and on
goes way beyond
both you and I
so hush now
don’t you cry
over spilt milk,
over spun lies
clad in silk,
over the time spent reading
this alliteration and rhyme

June 2, 2005

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BORROWED BREATH

Running
as fast as I can
to catch up
with a breath caught in a hand;
borrowed
can you lend it?
I’ve been jumping
through these fiery rings
and other
formidable things
yet with every
step that I take
this world goes on turning
away
that it might be content
to stand still
and hear my lament
doesn’t solve
my predicament,
does it?

June 3, 2005

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SLOWLY THE DAWN

Slowly the dawn
stretches
from the stillness of slumber

Silence
is broken as waking sounds
echo

Each one followed by another
chiming
the tranquil air to claim the day

June 7, 2005

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DAYDREAM

I sit here dreaming
While I twirl a long curl around my finger;
a habit you found endearing
If you saw me now
rapt with thoughts of you
You’d see how radiant
Your love’s glow
plays across my features

August 14, 2005

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OPUS

composing away midnight
with the tap, tap, tapping
of black vinyl keys
Chasing a hollow trail
words fall into the chasm

I burry them ceremoniously

August 15, 2005

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TWILIGHT SALUTE

The setting sun rims the riverbanks,
with ribbons of pink-orange
refusing to let go of the day’s reign
while the moon stretches
high into the shadows
waiting patiently to stake its claim
unsure of which entity I should praise at the moment
I praise myself...

September 9, 2005

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PRE-POST-OP HAZE

Feeling a bit Vitruvian
I lay strapped to a gurney,
all hooked up intravenously,
waiting for the cut;
while those bright blinding lights
stared me in the face
I kept wishing it over already

Hours later I woke up howling
like the moon had never been howled at before
begging for relief
Mmm... morphine drip, how I love thee
can I take you home with me,
if I promise you forever-love?

September 28, 2005

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ALLEGORY

Goldenrod shines bright
among the rusted grasses
of summer’s passing
while the trees
offer the mellow colors of fall
on tarnished leaves.

The wings of migration
seek the southern winds
of tradition.
And stored harvests
reaped plentiful,
mark the season’s end.

Readying
for the cold nights
of longer shadows.

October 3, 2005

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APICALIS

Cool, damp earth
so natural beneath her feet
she leaves no imprint
but her essence lingers

lush vegetation
offers countless delights for the taking
as the dark recesses
that burrow deep
into this garden,
deeper still
to the root of its own origin

Not wanting to overlook
a single entity along the path
she acquisitively consumes
everything to be had

The scents, the sensations
palpitate in rhythmic breath
Their vibrancy mingling
with the natural thrum
of its winged inhabitants
beating wing against petal
to brazenly charm forth a trickle

sweet nectar

October 4, 2005

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SEASON'S SURRENDER

Blonde stalks
stand adamant
under October skies,
awaiting
the harvest blade.
Trees and foliage
now wear
the rusty colors
of surrender.
Fall will soon reign
over the lulled dormancy
it will then lie
at Winter's feet

October 8, 2005

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SILENT ECHOES

The gentle sounds
of soft skin touched
echoes in the silence
of the night.

No need
for emtpy promises
that will fade
in the dawn of a new day

October 12, 2005

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OCTOBER WINDS

October winds
tremble my leaves
into submission
and Fall-a carpeted ground
I am isolated
from most frigid affronts,
sure to come my way.

October 15, 2005

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THAT MOON

Oh that moon
shining so brightly
calling, cajoling, seducing
I’m enthralled, mesmerized, hypnotized
by that moon
Oh that moon
singing softly into the night
lulling me tenderly
beckoning me
to follow its light
promising pleasure
and countless delights
that moon
Oh that moon

October 22, 2005

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GOODBYE OCTOBER

it was forty years ago
that i entered this world screaming
and i have never stopped screaming since
though i believe its pitch has become almost silent
but i'm pretty sure my dogs can still hear it
they always come give me wet sloppy kisses
with a forlorn look of understanding in their eyes

age is just a number, and truth be known
i think i'm at least 512 yrs old
so turning forty is not very significant to me
i was listening to St-Martin's in the Fields earlier
now i've got some Metallica on,
and the numbers i'm crunching are adding up much better,
how cool is that?

see, it's all about state of mind

so i'm 40 yrs old today,
and that's all the wisdom you're going to get from me...

October 24, 2005

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LOTUS

I
close
my eyes
inhale
and
watch
each
petal
unfold

Slowly
I exhale

I am lotus

November 3, 2005

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SUNDAY MORNING

I rise early
and peacefully savour
Sunday morning axioms;
where the world slows its pace
until the sun rises,
and the quietude fades
with each brightening ray,
filtering through the shades.

November 7, 2005

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NOVEMBER NIGHT

Snow flakes darted toward my headlights
as I drove home
and the moon shone a bright path
across the river

Silver and white
in contrast against
the darkness

A chill shivered through me
and I pulled my collar close
to cower away the cold

Only your gentle embrace
could warm this long, lonely
November night

November 8, 2005

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SEASONAL ELEGIES

The snow falls quietly to the ground
treacherous and silent
like a lover’s betrayal
choking every bit of life
beneath its oppressing thumb
forcing a state of dormancy
while it takes control
in its high season
Passively I lay in wait
for warmer climes
to stir my breast’s longing
regrowth from love’s seeding
daring to bloom
despite all

November 25, 2005

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REFLECTION

I look at myself in the mirror
my lips full, red and raw
from appeasing my hunger
Your whispered vows
still linger in my hair
My breasts hang tender,
drained from nurture
My stomach feels warm and filled,
it glows
Tiny stings on my back and buttocks
tingling their own tale
My silky thighs throb at the middle
reminding the welcomed invasion
and anticipating the next

I look at myself in the mirror
and all I see
is my reflection of you

December 4, 2005

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PAST THE OUTFIELD

(a holy rite)

Step up to the plate Ginny,
it’s your turn at bat.

Here comes the pitch.

Can you see past the muddy stream we played in,
past our milk-weed wars?
Past the berry fields we picked clean,
Past the tree-tops, and those clouds in the sky?

There’s a sun
shining down on us Ginny;
we have played the summers of our youth
in that field, beneath its warmth.

It’s your turn to step up to that plate now Ginny,
and you’ve got to sock it past the outfield!
Give it wings, make it soar!

The crowd will cheer,
you’ll hear our silent roar
as you take off running.

It’s the homerun of your life girl,
don’t bother looking back
at this dusty old trail,
now run Ginny, run!
until you’re safe.

You’re safe!
You’re safe!

Safe at the home plate now Ginny,
the game has won you!

as we suffer

the first loss of our season...

December 13, 2005

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PASSSIFLORE

Savouring
the aftermath of another eloquent session,
you pick the melted rivulets of wax
off my resonant body
with your teeth.

I squeal when you graze my skin;
you look up at me and grin,
knowing damn well
I’ll wear your love-bites
like tiny trophies.

December 20, 2005

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ONGOING LOVE/HATE RELATIONSHIP

a 40 hr week
spent in front of a monitor
yet here I am again
getting my fix

20 more seconds to complete this download
and I’m out of here!
no I’m kidding, I’m still on dial-up,
it’s more like 1hr15 minutes till completion...

so I’m slouching
as I wait for this download to end
my thought pulses have slowed considerably
they’re not pinging so loudly inside my head at the moment

(Remind me to tell you my theory
about how thoughts
are pulses of light
that ping inside your head, sometime...
no, I’m serious!
It gets quite colorful in there,
they even glow bright neon on occasion)

I’m a slouching automaton
enslaved by technology
oddly enough by the same token,
I have found a world of freedom at my fingertips

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LAVENDER WATER

Steamy water
lapping gently
I sink in a little deeper
and drift away
to another time
where it is your mouth
reading the secret
echoes of my valley
your tongue
mining the rivulet
liquid gold
your hands panning
the treasured dust
glimmers of sweat
your ear catching
the tiny gasps
that escape between
my tides of longing
a bitten lip

and the steady drip
of the faucet
suddenly pulls me back
in time to answer
"...nearly done"

February 26, 2006

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TEMPESTUOUS

Near the Canterbury bells,
and symphonies of Angel Trumpets;
there the Labiatae flourishes.
Harvested dreams
on fragrant pillows
carried on summer’s breath.
Reaped in the calm
before the ravages
of stormy pinnacle.
Pacified
in the aftermath
of wild outbursts
it grows lush again
in all its sweet-smelling
splendour

March 9, 2006

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LEGO TOWERS

You probably thought
I'd always be there, huh?
When the world hands you
a fist-full of 'go fuck yourself'
I'm the one you run to,
to kiss-and-make-it-all-better,
you even said so yourself.

I guess it will probably add
insult to injury
when you find I'm not
as sympathetically receptive
as I've always been
Always waiting for you
with open arms

But did you ever stop to think,
that perhaps I am sick and tired
of picking up the pieces of you,
rebuilding with a semblance of structure
from the scraps you've always handed me?

Maybe I am being selfish,
but my own dignity
now hangs in shreds
I'm in self-preservation mode,
that's all,

or is it?

Maybe push, and push, and push
has finally come to shove
and that barely perceptive line
has been crossed

Yes, that line exists
even for you.

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DREGS OF WINTER

Oddness; isolation,
a shell
hardened by the elements,
a feeling of nostalgia
that's not even my own

I am trying hard to see
budding promises;
Spring,
a sense of belonging,
and something new

April 10, 2006

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FAMILY TRIBUTE

We gathered round
as father played his guitar,
and mother sang.

Four from our clan of seven
became musically inclined.

Shepherded against the wall
we played our childhood games
of little sheep, or bake the pumpkin.

(I totally forget what the object of that game was)

We ran through the grass
playing cowboys and indians,
tag, and hide and seek.

We learnt how to make
mud pies to feed 10.
So naturally, we all became great cooks.

Getting into the bathroom first
became a honed skill.
Dibs on a television program
a stealthy achievement
And getting off to school in the morning,
always a scramble.

We chased fireflies
under summer skies
and everyone made a wish
swearing to be the one who saw the first star appear.
Though we were always on the lookout for a falling
one, to be granted that ultimate wish of course.

(a few of us are still waiting for it to come true)

And I remember the end of days
how we all knelt in prayer,
one child setting off a giggle
like a firecracker,
another pulling someone's hair,
or kicking a sibling
behind one of the chairs.
Such a pious bunch of kids we were.
Though oddly enough,
it was something that brought us closer as a family.

Our adulthood gatherings
have always been boisterous, and busy.
But if you listen carefully,
you'll hear
the sounds of love
and growing children
that echoes still in the backyard,

the old house remembers...

April 19, 2006

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IT'S NOT QUITE MAY, AGAIN

The migratory birds
bring news of the south
but no news of you.

It's the end of the dormant season
and the rain is trying to convince us
there will be growth again.

Not without sunshine, I say
Not without sunshine,
nor without you.

April 24, 2006

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THE ROSE ABANDONED

A rose
delicately preserved
pressed
between the pages of an old Webster
blood red
tinged with golden flecks
across
the once silky soft
petals
now hardened by time's
passing
and someone's memories
forgotten
I wished the abandoned
flower
could have spoken to me
though
it didn't have to

May 7, 2006

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CORNUCOPIA NIGHT

A soft drizzle
on the tin roof
moistens night's lullaby

frog's chirping
echoes
as do my own thoughts;
refusing to slow their pace

The night is so alive
and palpable
I don't want to miss a single beat
by wasting it to slumber

Come join me
and we'll ingest
this cornucopia night

May 29, 2006

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BUTTERFLY MOON

You say that I have gotten quiet
and that I'm hardly ever present
but I am not in hiding
I am simply sinking into summer

With sun-ribboned hair
and a flower for a dress
I walk bare the June grasses growing,
and hold hands with the butterfly moon.

With my honey-warmed skin
and a breeze for a shawl
I kiss the cool earth
with parting fingers
and the withered bud
blossoms again

June 7, 2006

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SUMMER AGAIN

The crickets are singing
mosquitoes are buzzing
horseshoes are clanging
music is blaring
from down the road

The children are playing
people are laughing
tires are screeching
and everyones grilling
something for dinner

The dew is falling
the shadows are stretching
and the stars are timidly hiding
because the sky, refusing
to darken, is still so blue

ah, yes, it's summer again...

June 17, 2006

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FOR LEONARD COHEN

You're just a dirty old man
who's in love with life
and living it.
You have tasted the flavours
that the world has to offer;
I'd like to suck them off your tongue.

I have wailed my Halleluiahs
in harmony with your own.
I have gone in exile
though I've never been to Mt. Baldy
I am in touch with myself,
and sex is a beautiful meditation

I envy you your Hydra.
I want to trade this bourgeois life,
for unpretentious bohemia,
and the unabashed freedom
of your era
(this is me taking mine)

You've enriched my life with song
You've engaged my awareness
with the realia of your prose
You've enlightened me
with your humorous idiosyncrasies

All Hail!
Jikan has come down from the mountain!

June 20th, 2006

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SINGING STORM

The wind sings storm
as the window blind
slaps against the sill
lulling me to sleep

I want a gust to carry me away
like a piano key being struck;
a resonating sound evaporates in a ripple of time
where I sometimes wish to be concealed
as faint tremor

June 22, 2006

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POÉSIE D'AMOUR

Il m'appelle sa fée d'amour,
dit que je fais vibrer son corps.
Mais c'est lui qui me fait chavirer quand il me parle ainsi.
Je ne veux sentir que ses mains
qui naviguent tout le long de mon corps
pour y trouver enfin touts mes rivages,
touts mes petits trésors.
Quand il me dit qu’il se perd dans mon regard
qu’il veut plonger l’intensité de mes yeux, et
qu’il veut sentir ma chair contre la sienne;
je le taquine, et l’accuse
de jouer le poète à son tour,
mais à vrai dire, j’ai tellement envie
de son amour.

July 5, 2006

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I AM

I am a fat worm plucked from the front lawn by a robin,
then fed to its chirping chicks.
I am the whiskers of the cat
who sits grooming himself on the fence post,
patiently waiting for a fledging
to fall out of its nest.

I am the fine mist of dew
that drapes the earth at dusk
I am the loon's cry rippling across the lake,
and a cricket, readying myself to perform
the night's symphony.

I am the rustle of veils pushed aside,
the uncertainties that crumble in the dark,
and all the inhibitions tossed at the foot of a bed.

I am the perspiration beneath a pendulous breast,
the softness of human touch,
and the moan that gets caught in your throat.

I am the flight of the 10 o'clock plane
that flies over my house every night,
always en route to a different destination.

I am the feeling that lingers
when you wake from a dream,
the uncertainty that tugs at your brain.

I am the coffee cup held tight in the morning,
the cream that swirls its way
to the bottom when stirred,
I’m the aftertaste in your mouth.

I mmm...I am

July 9, 2006

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