And Clint died

The clock nods
And says
“Just to remind ya dude“
Another year lays parcels
Into my pack

Oh the weight

But what of Love?
Cheap and tawdry
A bar stool whore
Eying advantage
Plundering
A Viking raping with guttural screams
The Poet can sing of it
I had my fill of it

And Clint died

Memories set the table of dreams
Preparing a feast
Begging for party favors
Dressed in Sunday finery
Hiding the thread worn elbows
And the yellowing white
Of faded innocence

No one will show
I never do
And memory will shed tears
And slowly fade
Dissolve
Dispersed into the wind tunnel of time’s inexorable march
Towards…
Something…
Some place…
Its last words always

“But what of Love?”

I smile
Let the Poet sing its glory
I had my fill of it

Besides

Clint is dead

It no longer warms
Nor succors
Against the vagaries of this world
Threadbare
Worn
Patched

Your eyes
Lost their depth
Mere glass beads
Common place and dull
No longer will creation be birthed in them

Your soul lost its mystery
Gone are the many sojourns
Along mystical paths

Replaced by supermarket aisles
With jaded Hucksters hawking wares

Gone is the music
The symphonies, the Mozartic choir
The songbird’s celestial accompaniment
That always followed your dance
All I hear
Is a dissolute wind
Mourning
Cold
Desolate

I am left in this hollowed hall
As Winter’s chill envelops all
I am left with this Mantle
Threadbare
Worn
Patched

Female Bird get nailed by a repuplican driving a Ferrai. She is hurt

She is immobile

The male bird brings her food

This is pretty touching. She is lying there helpless and the male bird brings her a pizza with xtra pep

Now it gets a little sad so I’ll forgo the sarcasm or maybe not

She is dead yet it looks like he is trying to move her.

He seems upset

Here he looks really upset

Judge for yourself what’s going on here

I do not believe in imparting human emotions onto animal behavior, but lo can that be despair we see?

Resignation?

Okay is he bird sad? Where I got these pics the dude was all effusive over the love he says is demonstrated here. Well I have my journalist cap on and put the poet away, he is a real fag anyway, good riddance. Birds do not, can not feel love as defined by us, but maybe it is something deeper that would shame us all or maybe he flies away and looks for another mate. Forgetting she even existed, who can know the answer? I would love to interview the dude, as all my faithful readers know, I am fluent in several animal languages. You decide…

Beauty abused
Love unrequited

Her quill dipped in passion fire
Lilting
Setting the world in flames
Brighter than day
Darker than the silent moon

Paper can not contain her words
They cry and immolate
And ask why?

Blackened ash screams across the crying breeze
her words frothing on a beach of gravitational singularity

Painting forlorn beauty
The circle seeking completion with elusive Tangent.

Know!

I will be there
In the darkness of your night
When all is gone

Reason abandoned

The wind …

Will always whisper her name

SHE IS MINE!
HAVE I NOT LOVED HER? HAVE I NOT TAKEN HER ON DIONYSIUS’S ALTAR AND GIVEN HER PLEASURE IN WHICH SHE NOW STILL DREAMS?

SHALL I REPLAY BEFORE YOUR HAPLESS BEING THE GRUNTS AND GROANS OF OUR UNION?

THE LOVE WE SHARED?

THE SCREAMS OF PLEASURE AND DESIRE WE SATISFIED UPON OLYMPUS?
THE GODS SMILED.
AND WERE PLEASED!
APHRODITE HERSELF ANOINTED ME THAT DAY.

YOU ARE BUT A CHILD.
INCAPABLE OF UNLOCKING THE GIFTS SHE BRINGS.

ASK HER AND WATCH HER EYES.
YES, SEE THE TRUTH IN THEM AND WEEP.

WHY DO YOU SEEK THAT WHICH YOU CANNOT HAVE?

HEAVEN HAS ORDAINED THIS UNION.

IN MANY GUISES YOU MAY COME.
BUT DEFEAT IS YOUR DESTINY.

SHE SPEAKS TO ME NOW
DOTH THINE EARS PERK?
YOU ARE INCAPABLE OF HEARING, KNAVE!

YOUR PROTESTATIONS ARE THE BRAYING OF A MULE
GO TO PASTURE FOOL!
SEEK WHAT SUCCOR YOU CAN IN WHATEVER PURSUITS PLEASES THY DIM WIT.

SHE IS MINE!

Tombstone grey eyes

Gives lie to her fuck me crayon red lips

Oval shaped

Inviting

Practiced

Her mouth’s Invitation pursed expectantly

Quivering tongue glistening

A viper poised to strike death

But those eyes

Those damn eyes…

I am Immersed in soft billowy clouds Of ivory colored passion

Enfolded in the softness of Rita

I whisper

A childish sigh

The world is reduced

Absorbed

Into heat and flesh

Choreographed moans

Marching across ancient battlefields

Barely breathing

Drifting between space and time

I’m in love again

She is an opium induced dream

Her morphine coated lips

Adds sweetness to purchased pleasure

Entreating forgetfulness

Nerves scream and vibrate

As Apollo works his lyre

Her vacuous tombstone eyes

Rain a single tear

Lost…

Again…

In the softness of Rita

I return from…

That whirlpool

rising From

Another time…

Another place…

Her soft smile knew my need

I’m in love again

Trembling

I ask her

“Do you love me?”

Exhaled cigarette smoke blinds me

” yes

Always, love…

Always…”

I believe her

But those eyes…

Those damn eyes

Indecision

Withers ideal longing love

After lifetime’s wear and yearning suffering

Let our vying eclipse

Yesterdays of understanding.

I

Amidst madness

Surrender and disappear,

Awaken lost overtures never earned…

Always near darkness

Silence calls and renders ebony disdained.

Fall into now’s delight

Merrily engaged…

Keep rising in silence…

Beckon eons from our risked egos

Insolvent

And murdered…

Drain every artery dead.

Oh hear…

Keep rising in silence…

Find in God’s heart tonight

Fearless outraged reason…

Messages erase.

Alas near death

Yesterday’s original understanding.

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Grasped by

Crushed fingers

Vainly

try

To stay inside the lines



Sizzling tears

Burn

The innocent

Scorching beauty

A flower

That

Shall never ever blossom



Heart wrenching greed

Insatiable

Monolithic

Complete

Undeniable

Total

The slavering jaw of the Wolf



Who will take up sword?

Who will lend voice to this din?

Who will defend beauty?

Innocence?

Joy?

The weak?



I hear the trumpets blaring

A call to arms.

The clank of amour

And the sweat of viscous violence

Lay not that upon my brow

I seek peace

Evaporation

Loss

Always loss



Yet

They cry for help

And their tears touch me.



“Your sword my Lord”



I hate what I’ve become…

Wrapped up in inner confusion.

I see your dreams and fears

Awash

Abandoned

Amid the cheer of illusion.

Life assaults you

Yet, you fight

So precious you are

Filled with all in which I delight

In you I find the light

That casts away the darkness

You still the pain

I

Always feel.

The joy…

I need.

You are the crystallized snowflake

The chill of a winter dawn.

The soothing caress of sunlight

You heal this soul Oh so torn.

You are the unanswered phone call

The silence that greets my cries

Oh unrelenting sadness

Yet I try..

And try.

You are all…

all
I need

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