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Of PomegranatesIf only angels looked upon our love, But how they’d smile, giggling at us, At this, though common, sighing from above;
Beauty’s contained and found in all things just, Delighting in the pomegranate’s seed, For you alone the meaning’s not of lust,
For you, a mistress to your passion’s need, Admitting vulnerability, Have taken comfort following in my lead.
Through moments of joy and uncertainty, Euphoria and pain become our worlds, And we revel or cry in commonality;
At night, unfettered, lie we both unfurled In nylon, silk, and satin ecsta Of Pomegranates
in Fixed on 9/26/05

Journey Through the Unknownwhat is this folly so carelessly knighted by way of a thrusting of swords through the heart’s vessels? washing the hands of attendants in blood from wounds openly spewing from fountains of youthfulness;
end of a figure transfers to another the hopelessness cloaking all efforts for change men try bringing to earth, which has changed but position in space and in time as it looms from eternal rest;
trapped in expiring forms which in dirt will lie evermore now and forever consumed by all worms and all plants which will grow to contented die, how can a soul ever dream Journey Through the Unknown
in Fixed on 9/25/05

WatersA warm breeze rushes from the sea Fantastic in its multiple facets Of grey, red, and blue, of a dim light from the lighthouse shining through the palpable fog, The sun gleams with its last rays Upon the ever-changing movement of waves And patterns of tides reaching the ends of the world.
What of these waters? Be they a peaceful lake Wide, steady, and serene? Or perhaps various rivers Streamed hither and thither In scattered uniformity? Are there raging rapids, bright reflections Evoking the greatest awe?!
None of this! Such matters ar Waters
in Open on 9/14/05

AutumnIt was a weary autumn night, Fruitless trees were rustling Complaints of undermined might, A chill wind was blowing Under the illuminated sky, lighted By a place far from sight, close in mind;
“It could almost be daylight,” She said, for we stood together, And although we both knew It was true Of this lonesome autumn night, I was silent, she was still;
I spoke, “If daylight it is, Then let us enjoy it,” A flash of black, she had turned Towards me with a smile Unfolding across her face As a butterfly its wings;
Anoth Autumn
in Open on 9/14/05

Entry IIIn a land of wind and rain with Skies of fire burning Fiercely by the morning sun that Rises to awaken Souls, inspire minds to parting From their worldly matters Into this world’s surreal imagery;
Skies of fire with lands Of smoke and rain that intermingles To create a misty haze, Spreading over earthen Soil, rock, mountain Glowing in contrast with The receding shadows, Confused beams of light radiating From mountains to the distance ‘Tis the birth of a thought! Entry II
in Open on 9/10/05

Entry   My thoughts are of nothing and everything     The distinction is irrelevant
Clarity See the world as it is An image, nothing more
Let the images blur Into a single palpable form Look past the creation
Fade into an abstraction Enshroud the self in a surreal dream Enter the mind
A world of wind and rain With a blanket of sulfurous sands, Of gusts unimaginable, stirring        A dense spire of leaves reaching the heavens
Every gust is an offering to the sky As the sands flit and spark In the uny Entry
in Open on 9/10/05

Reflection of the Storm I stand in the still of an unnerving silence, A world without motion Sitting unconscious As stones lasting through time Guarding the secret of the past To deteriorate only when it comes again The enchantment of their incomprehensible treasure To be released, To become again what is Apart from the intangible, unknowable void Of what was and shall be;
In the undistur Reflection of the Storm
in Typographical on 8/22/04

A picture and nothing more
in deviantID on 8/6/04

MysticismWandering streets by light’s artifice, Empty, the mute air broken by testimony in the distance, The sound of specters, regions encompassed By illusory thoughts, obstructed With pillars of powerful mortality Reaching for divinity’s state, (Within the mind of man) To fund the drug of existence indefinite.
“Folly” A voice speaks in slow tones, each letter a distinction, The sound is lost but rings within, as a profound truth It echoes to immeasurable depths in knowledge’s abyss, A ripple disturbing the amniotic fluid of the lake’s womb, Daring to affect al Mysticism
in Open on 8/5/04

The HunterThe apparitional form with shadows cloaked About as a thief voraciously stalking prey, A wolf that roams the forest’s furrows sulking, Disturbing the pleasant dreams of sleeping fae; A madness gleams from light between the brush In wild eyes, reflects this demon’s hull, A shade, it stalks the victim beneath the hush That fell upon the tenebrous earth, a minstrel Proclaiming the deeds of dead and fallen souls With quiet brooding, breathing life to fear, The cursed fog to spread through streets, enclosing The innocent without defense, to sear; The Hunter
in Sonnet on 7/21/04

The Invaluableness Of A FoolHow does one value a fool? Their measure of worth is not quite understood; Irreplaceable on the world which they pace, After all, only once will shine such a face; Their importance cannot begin to be fathomed, Such lofty purpose that it's lost even to its own; So, before shouting another to be of such rot, Consider first what a treat it must be in the lot! The Invaluableness Of A Fool
in Open on 7/21/04

Doppelganger.            Shadows trod upon ground obscure                Steady paces placed on uncertainty                     Chance and fate a guiding force                  For the shadows lost in this forest
                                     Existing in days of sleep                                    And nights of wakefulness           They hide when exposed, being left unseen                      But then in the hour of their element       Feel vulnerable in body when their soul is free
                         To come alive and adjoined                      To oneself; Doppelganger
in Open on 7/6/04

False?
in Emotive Portraits on 7/6/04

Untitled Love
in Fixed on 6/13/04

Fadesitting by the window legs crossed
with a face resting ... lightly in a supportive hand, listening to repetition: calm pattering patterns falling softly sequentially subtly — escape, blur and dissolve into the surroundings, lost to others found by the world, never to be seen except by those who look and find; fade
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A poet looks on the ground to find his Muse waiting for him. He is suddenly taken captive, enthralled in the beauty Fade
in Open on 6/9/04

Path of GhostsOn a path few travel intently Steps a figure in this evening’s morn, Feet fall softly and caress gently The forsaken ground       Where venture the forlorn
Where souls are lost and found, Away from the golden boughs, Beyond the woods where laughter is abounding From faeries and nymphs resounding Within the living forest;
Beyond, in the land of passage, Where the light turns a different shade, Where the laughter never echoes, And the moods become passive; Here is found a lone shadow.
She treads lightly with eac Path of Ghosts
in Open on 6/7/04

...Emotions
in Open on 4/29/04

DesecrationSeveral hundred voices become one, Mechanized – creating a collective sound, Roboticism – destroying the self.
Hundreds of people walking the solemn row, As lobsters will migrate across the ocean floor, Dim and dreary; And when in captivity Become cannibalistic, Eating of man’s own flesh And sharing of Socrates’ poisoned cup.
It is like millions of birds following one Who’s bold and foolish – And believing itself immortal… They fly into the fire      Because it brings warmth.
For such has been taught, To walk Desecration
in Open on 4/29/04

Approaching StormNo words resound from the humble poet, His thoughts mute as he sits and quietly watches The world pass by, slowly in its daily routine, The world, a picture putting in awe Those, whose tastes never differ, Whom never want more from life than a sunny day; Paint an empty portrait, a blue sky, and all will come to see, But paint this picture with words and meaning And noone will care, None care to see a picture Where its meaning rests within And the beauty, obscure, As storm clouds forming an imperceptible pattern; Such the poet dreamily wonders, The silence now Approaching Storm
in Open on 4/16/04

Fear ConfrontedFear From in ‘Tis hidden Within the self, From out it ferociously approaches; Rise! Confront With courage Resolution And you’ll find, ‘tis a dagger of the mind. Fear Confronted
in Open on 4/13/04

Dehumanize Seared broken a soul’s worth here devalued Mortal dignity depreciated Dehumanize
in Abstract on 4/13/04

Reason?Reason and Desire (muddled), Their abode a single man Sitting a mere meter away, Yet I cannot reach out.
Separated only by a state in life, Resolution and Uncertainty (as one), We sit and stare in another’s eye, With nothing more than friendship.
Eyes deception; if only he could see! With sight beyond guises, the fear and uncertainty;
Love’s suffering comes in fits, As I see him at the end of a bottomless pit, Just beyond reach of my interminable fall, Always closer to him, a distance now infinitesimal, If only I could jump the gap and ext Reason?
in Emotional on 4/13/04

CynthiaIn the silence, under the pall of night, There lies above a spectacular sight, Reflecting ourselves, we are known under its subtle light;
And in this silence of all at rest, Watches an eye benign at best, But, in this silence of night, is often a crest
Waiting for a tear to drop in to air; Oh – Cynthia! – give solace when your thoughts are fair, And my own shall travel the depths of existence to bear Your troubles and ease moments of despair;
Be not afraid of what is revealed, Patron of myself to whom I have appealed, In you I connect (my fate being s Cynthia
in Fixed on 4/4/04

~sharkoftheday