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Three

Thence they come, these thoughts again
As I brood, on mind thus dimmed
Fraught with doubt, crossed by light
Naught but rout, mine sublime such night

Shall I muse on love or war
Fall on fuse or seek Paramour

Laugh or cower in shadows of mire
Caraf or bower or madness my sire...



First is love, that Venus sin venal
That gloves us, that makes great what might be menial
Ye Gods that strike us and make us wonder
What askance could discover, instead we blunder

Next is war, to which we hasten, alight
Vex't too far, we hurry, eyes red bright
For what do we stand, for what reason we fall
For lauds or bands, or glory for all

Last is madness, that indefinable mount
Fast it abandons, leaves a cur, a lout
Yet while in this life it hobbles, in-famy arraigns
In eternity recorded is all but fame

William* knew love, was a master unmatched
In his words our nature unmasked, unlatched

Lee* was a genius, in a cause infamous
The perfect warrior, strong-gentle-just

Poe* was a daemon, Pandora, of dark
Yet lauded after, today our 'Goth' art

Which embodiment was true, was pure?
Which could you most admire, follow, ENDURE?

Could you follow if combin'd in all
As Dumas* once quipped, one for all?

What human could be them, combine in power
Would he be tyrant, belov'd?-Sought?-cowered?

Was he Alexander, of whom knowledge bereft
Was he then Caesar, Cleo*-love, General, Epilept*?

I know not who embodied - genii* of three
Yet at some point existed this man, tri-breed

I know which of these I am, maybe
Yet which one are ye, God damned though may be
if needs must decree ye must be
choose from these distinct sep-equal* three.



* Notes

William - William Shakespeare
Lee - Robert E. Lee
Poe - Edgar Allan Poe
Dumas - Alexandre Dumas
Cleo - Cleopatra
Epilept - Epileptic 
Genii - distinctive character or spirit, as of a nation, 

period, or language (plural) 
*Sep-equal - Separate but equal

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A-Beautiful Life

Your golden hair like Jason's fleece
Flows and streams, now disarrayed, yet neat
Waving as a banner at once to the beat
Yet with promise and rapacity so replete

How your eyes sparkle behind your lids
How they must glow and how they must flick
Flash when they open so wide and blue
Yet now closed, as fire trap't by flue

Your arms now lift, delicate fingers wave
To banish the world of monotony and pain
They so loose and murmuring true meaning
A life I view 'thout your simple, sweet reasoning

As you move, loose rapacious rampant glee
From a world of spirit - simplicity
Your hips they do sway, speak condemnation
Of all misery hereto, to which we seem hasten

Conniving voracious creature which harkens
Is banished and cast off, made but microcosm*
Leo, great lion is as nothing to your rhythm
Struck off as venality to your creation, your schism

The human so simple so caught up by miasma*
Is at once transfixed, in place, in paroxysm*
This viewer at once poised, caught up in his pride
Is now gravitating, and to thee I must slide

Knowest you how wonderfully you exemplify
What is contrast to left - so right
Nay but you don't, and such is thy grace
You dance so light-airy, make perfect this place

Shining hair and glowing eyes
Re-laxed posture, abandoned pride
All memory is cast away, aside
As you dance in beauty, perfection, arised.


* Microcosm - A world in miniature.  
* Miasma - A noxious atmosphere or influence
* Paroxysm - A sudden attack or violent expression of a particular emotion or activity

*** The image here represented is supposed to be a girl dancing.  Leo was a suitor of hers, rebuffed by the dancer, who enjoyed herself, while dancing alone to "It's a beautiful life," by Ace of Base

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Chanticleer

I am so very tired
I think you'll never know
How much of me I spend following
Chasing where you go

My thoughts wander to you
I construct a world of rights
I try to make myself someone
That maybe you could like

My old self dies a little more
With every breath I breathe
And with every step I take
My heart is wounded, bleeds

Every stroke I make in wroth
A rage I direct for you
Might be wasted each one
A years-long folie-a-deux*

Sometimes I look into the future
And there I see a light
But mostly I feel numb inside
I feel there's only night

So very tired of faking cheer
As I glide through this life here
I reminisce  on when dreams were mere
The sunrise of Chanticleer*







*Folie-a-deux - Pronounced "folly-ah-do" - French, "a 

madness shared by two"

Chanticleer - Pronounced "Shawn-tih-clear" - Rooster in 

old French fables, literal translation "Clear song"

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Memory.Future.Hope

In my memory you stand proud and tall
There you beckon, and I answer your call

In the past, in times gone by
You were all I needed to launch and fly

Your hand reaches out to grasp and hold
My fears are gone, I'm left but bold

Your eyes shine bright, cheeks blush fire
The time is mine to climb ever higher

I wrap my arms about you tight
And pretend you're mine, to hold tonight

Your caresses are soft, gentle tinder
To ignite the flame which now I hinder

But now I wake from a dream I savor
To find it fading, gone-but for a waver

We are gone, no more to be us
It all has faded away to dust

The cracks are evident in the crust
Yet this memory is crackling, is rust

As days flow past, I move a bit further
I make new memories that will yours murder

You are gone to never return
I remain here yet, become taciturn

She is not you, she will be better
Yet still you hold me in memorial tether

Release me Pechenya* this day this hour
From years gone by, our withered flower

They blossomed and flared, sparked so bright
It's all gone now to deepening night

I cannot remain and be beholden
To a past gone by, a dream long broken

What I wanted, I thought I needed
Are here present now and cry to be heeded

Your graceful fingers in life as in past
Hold me prisoner, an iron heart cast

Her eyes are warm, beg me consider
A here and now of future unfettered

Tonight I bend my head and bow 
To your lost love, your long gone power

Yet tomorrow she'll be there, to hope to care
Tomorrow she'll bear, what you wouldn't dare
She's here to tare*, what you told me to fare
I'm here now at last, sin thought, sin cere*
Your hold so rare must be now pared*
Goodbye and be banished....

To your lair.





* Pechenya - Russian, translated here as a pet name, "cookie"

*Tare - "the weight of a vehicle without cargo, passengers, etc"

*sin cere - Latin, pronounced "sin-sair" - meaning "without cheat, falsehood, lies,"
meaning complete honesty

*pared - "to remove by or as if by cutting, clipping, or shaving"

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Wren

These hands that once held you so tight
Have held many others, yet you were so right

The fingers that grasped your skin, they held your essence
They've stroked few others since, yet have you not rinsed

Sweet soft skin that glided, slipped under my touch
Is now free, aloft, for others to malign, enrough

You wanted to soar, sail, live above my simple view
Now you have it, experience it, is it worth it, ingenue?*

I tell myself that you are gone, forever lost, weak
Yet in my mind you are pure lass, hard, virginity

You wouldn't speak to me of the past you had
You painted a picture of pain gone, me new fallow land

Yet were you someone else, a free spirit only becalmed
That I came across and stood with, a stable palm frond

Or were you a different person, that fooled me complete
Were you a nymph, brought to me in moment of weak

Now you're gone, you said coldly you wanted aught else
And I gasp and grasp as what we once knew, held

The knife in my chest upon which I down-look
Is still here, your lash, your now ever-last-hook

Christ but it hurts, when I let your image come in
That we could have been so much, if it had only been

Did you peel away at last moment because you were fake wren*
Or because it was but temp respite, and we are meant

I do not want to believe that the stars ordain us
For it causes me burning, painful, magmatic crust

I want to know that you are that fake, bleeding sore
But I am afraid to look, to know that we were but ordure*..






* Ingenue - French - a young woman who is endearingly 

innocent and wholesome
* Wren - king of birds
* Ordure - fecal matter

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Don'T

don’t pretend you worry
or even that you care
don’t pretend it matters to you
don’t you ****ing dare

I always want to be your friend
I’ll just be a phone call away
Your sadness I’ll always try to mend
In your sex games I’ll even play

But don’t think I’m oblivious
Don’t think that I don’t notice
This thing that is so obvious
The way we are never us

You expect me to do what you want
You think that I’m in love with you
You’ll never be all of what I want
I’ve gotten over you

I’ve realized things, I’ve noticed things
I can’t make you do the same
You just won’t let go these things
You’re holding on to pain

You’ll measure everyone against him
And if they aren’t the same
You’ll treat them like amusements
Temp'ry and mundane

Maybe you only talk to me 
Because I’m always there
Maybe you only look at me 
As a genderless place to share

You want to talk, you want to play
Fine I will always listen
But don’t pretend at end of day
This is but what it isn’t

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A Dream, a Kiss

darkness threatens
covers all
darkness threatens,
man's downfall

when comes the darkness
goes the joy
when goes the light
goes happy ploy...

...I dreamt a dream
just last night past
of a happy adventure we took
a subconscious repast

We took a ride, drove far away
we saw places bright, 'pon vistas we fawned
the places we went weren't far astray
from the place of my mind, tween dark and dawn

they weren't so great
we stayed not long
they felt like fate
from care we're gone

a strange old house a dark lone cabin
twas dark, deserted, a haunted place
with furnishings old and dusty, spavined

and in this house were you and me
alone and happy, from constraint free'd

And much else strange there of scenery
much that cannot be described
and much faded from memory
when I returned to the world of life

we stole through dens
and crept down halls
we stood and listened
and heard naught but own footfalls

then we stood in a moonlit room
and in crept the mist
we knew it would be soon,
dreams hold no risk

the light was soft
your eyes were bright
our die was cast
the dream devoured the night

we lay sometimes and spoke aloud
we walked a bit, to pass the time
there was no point yet to be found
yet we held hands, a lover's mime

the words were silent, voices muted
the feelings remained, undisputed
the caresses were warm, tender, knowing
the comfort strange, yet surely footed

when we laughed, with gazes locked
we stood in place, all worries stopped
when eyes met, we knew we'd missed
and gently leaned in, for our kiss

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23 Stones Part 1

Author's suggestion - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jALL1_KdN8 - as you read
            Don't forget to continue to "23 Stones Part 2" 

I built this path, I laid these stones
With love I set down, a path thru gorse
With each one I found I sought
I left a bit of self, lonely fraught

You saw the 'crete, a simple path lain
You hopped across my lovelorn road of pain

Each one was a testament to my joy
To my heart with which  you did toy

July was for the look, your disdain
The girl I wanted, to overcome, to reign

August for the great, you left, you left
I felt as lone schooler, single, bereft

September for the Autumn you brought back
You suddenly appeared, cross creek I you raf't

October for the halloween we fretted, suspicious
Not knowing if this was poision, or love, delicious

November for the flurries, your snowy birthday dance
We clashed and sparred, felt wintry love lance

December we cautious, pirouetting, eyeing
Into the New Year we wary spying

January came, we started class, knew new stress
Pricked apart, yet came, together crass

February came, new Cupid new shuffle
We tested limits, stepped away feath'rs ruffl'd

March came out of their wedding bliss
We fought over future, could we  hit 'r miss

April brought a new creature, the finals
We pushed through together, equals and rivals

May brought Florida, Destin, so perfect
Fourteen brought us joy and warmth, circumspect

June again, now almost a year
I felt the nervousness, relationship a year

...Continued in "23 Stones Part 2"

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Götterdämmerung Part 2

This is the second half, read part one before this

...This life was unlike others, not ripe, not light
We curs't them, 'stood not their mutual blight
There was a strange ambience, a UV map
of Pyrrhic love, a Stygian rapt

We could not believe it, to see it borne
Their darkness their cynic, their muse of thorns
The thorns so thick, so spiny so brutal
Their thicket so dark, impenetrable

Then two years were spent, were lost were gone
And they then stood gasping, fought out, forlorn
For a moment, a second, a damned micron
They thought it was pointless, a habit to be torn

In their eyes the glow faded and dimmed
Their embrace unclenched, they step't out for a swim
They said for a moment, that moment thus spent
"Is it not to be, my love, princess?" 
"No, my heart, my life, it isn't."

Thunder failed, fires paled and banked
Storms rolled back, to join their ranks
The sun shone watery, clear, pale
We all rejoiced to see it fail

Yet when came night the dark, the cold
He stepped to their kingdom, arms out, to hold
His eyes glowed again, eager for dark eyrie
His blood tingled for her sweet evil sincer'ty

He waited but briefly, even brief too much
Two days too long even without her touch
He crashed out to find her, his life, dark love
He swept about, caught in morass, in mud

Where did she go, she left, departed
She said they were safer, alone, thus parted
The waves crashed down, destroyed the kingdom
Time smoothed the sand, waited for the new one

A drum of rain on window pane
A streak of tears, of dripping rain
A power melted, now cool, urbane
A life now gone, now leeched, now strained
A slipping sliding treach'rous lane
A fading, ripping, tearing, pain
A spectat'r watches, smiles, blames
A future deprived, no glory... 

Mundane.

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Annya!

Annya look! Read! Prepare!
What follows now is without compare!
We'll talk of Gods and men and war
Of misery, drunken, sobbing, more
But not just here, not just now
For here is an ode that's not so sour...


Annya is a pretty girl
Annya's very small
Annya makes men's heads all twirl
She captivates them all

She changed a lot and works real hard
Yet still when she's at home
Those happy smiles aren't too far
In person or over phone

She's in Ukraine but not for long
Only wish it were tomorrow
We'll make a toast and sing a song
To drive away her sorrow

Now it's silly this thing to say
But we can hardly ignore
That when she's gone the USA
Feels dark and cold and poor

Inside her lives a happy bird
a cheerful little lark
and when she speaks, a single word
the dark and cold departs

Jay has free time, way too much
To sit down and write this sappy stuff
He'll send it, make A shake her head
"For this I got up out of bed?"