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Pale Blue Skies 01/17/03 Under the pale blue soft skies On white sanded sculpted shores Where the birds cast their shadows Amid decreasing days of summer lores. Paths of never returning a thousand ages Paths of ever occurring a thousand clefts Cast out by wakeful gates of sheltered eyes In echoes and the silent sound of the foot steps. Here in the time where the paths end Amid laborious hells carried within oneself Pivoted fingers in moth moulded stance In ever widening circles of the fiery spells. Knowledge of ignorance, knowledge of knowing Knowledge of light, knowledge of dark sowing Knowledge of deeds, knowledge of the unsaid Knowledge of beginnings, knowledge of the ends. And how should I know And what should I hold? When I am only a novice In the complexities of my soul.

The Moon 01/23/03 The moon Oh catch the moon Put a noose in its nose Bring it back to harness The icy wilderness of the noon Sprinkle it with flowered dew. Catch it before it runs To penumbra of sun hide itself Oh run and run to recover From suffocation of grief & bars Stiffen its dust with tears Or the ceremonial flood Of the tidings of the present The anti poetic Peregrine of the sedged cart The labium of crushed heart. The moon Oh catch the moon Catch it till it runs To the hilliard mansions The septic pun Where the master of hounds sleep With his metallic face Turned to the wall Where under the greenish shadows Shines the pool The moon Oh catch the moon Catch it before it runs To the penumbra of the sun.

Compromise 10/21/03 I have scanned the twilights Lone stares for occupancy To find certain regions Of vacant possessions The hand that refuse to hold Eyes that refuse to behold Some cracks within bones The blood that circulate In secret chambers of heart. Call me from somewhere Either from some distant stars Or from their circulatory planets A hint for some mystic indulge Wayward emotions locked in Saline outbursts of dead expressions. I will go out with a sharp knife To upturn the soils of compromise There I may dig out naked agonies Ready to burst in volcanic eruptions. If I had some rugged claws I will tear open the southern skies Where I may find a muffled message From outer limits of universal presence.

Grow Fingers 11/02/03 And I grow fingers and thumbs to write more The verses that do not follow straight lines But zigzagging under the open skies In chromed yellow sunlight In canopy of the trees Of the emerald green. Deserts there are, heat exhausted creatures Which demand to know the arrival of dawn Within the hot sandy dunes loneliness resides Seized in sounds of silences the wind sighing. Winters I have seen , in interiors of people Where motions are frozen in frigid bonds And down pours from dark clouds echoes The deaths of the moths on the frozen ponds. Today I speak from depths of the being From slits in roofs , from broken charades From blood soaked minds under the bullets metallic Or women singing their songs in mud soaked paddies. Run with syrup on my parched lips Or disappear in the immensity of the seas Rain forested creatures wormed of nights In wakeful of the myths for mutterings in dawn.

Tired Eyes 07/09/04 Some trajectory of tired eyes Piercing the shadows of days Communications in spired grounds Where the dust of the footsteps lay. A bird perching on a lonely branch An autumnal evening of cold freeze Where the deeds are kept in pivoted In security of some exuberant breeze. Here the greater love cannot save Life cast on the horizons of chaos An essence of oneself ever rekindled Confronted always by a probable loss. In stillness a sealed hand pointing A beckoning to some lonesome sway. A pointer to customed cursory glance Holding the courage in hands of greys.

Remembering Van Gogh 07/08/05 You did not love the sceptered sunshine You loved the summer's undiluted sun Which in the end took its bitter revenge In depriving you of your saline serenity Into the depths of crazed pivoted symphony. Rest assured in your diverted quickened steps That nobody loved the soul within your crest The crazed straw hat topping your yellow hair Your red beard drenched in the crowds, a fear It was enough to drive the crazy sickened mob For a revenge on your inflamed tortured throb. Children will mock you Citizen will lock you Women will scorn you People will disown you. Dawning clouds and rustling winds Broken strokes of the lemon rinds Vermillioned lamps amid ochred yellows Cobalt blues of the sulphured mellows Embittered flowers in the wasted vase Vibratory landscapes in twisted grass Pavement cafes under the starry skies Purpled deeds in hallucinatory nights. With color and the light And amid a creative start An explosion within your soul And a bullet in your heart.

Spaces Of Heart 07/22/05 Neither wreck of hope nor promises fulfilled Neither love nor torture nor mutability Nor hooking of oneself ega'd to oneself Or to the world for its swaggering applause. Spaces of heart Abundance of access Numbers & squares Inscrutability & recess Receiving & receding Angels of high repute All rallying around To accommodate in art The spaces of heart An abundance of access Numbers & squares Inscrutability & recess.

Woven By Sunsets 10/30/05 Woven by sunsets She sharpens her claws To take revenge on unknown To prove her ability to storm. Broken charade of her life Concealed under glance of her beauty A beauty that soon be fading fast Turning to skeletons into bare bones. I wish she had fester feeling To see high seas or starry nights The lone pathways of her mind Wish could whisper in her pains The advents of some new dawns. Her claws are sharp Her teeth are blood soaked She would never command A chilling call for intimacy. Only the empty ego And her awakenings Will rule over her stubbornness And all her artless meanderings Will end in weird wilderness.

Remember 01/01/07 Remember Poetry is the blood of your visions It rips you apart against The torrid consolidations of mundane Strengths elongated in the retinues Sparked for uncertain verses in trials. It wants huge skies to fly It wants ruined castles for your dreams Vast open spaces for its habitations Wilder faces and unknown stipends And the spirit of beauty for Its hearty congealments. Open up the worlds for incantations The barbarous that do not hold Shipwrecks of your flesh Sinking downwards Pleads of the familiar In an unfamiliar word Silenced petals and anguished flowers. It flies to faraway lands It reaches molten cores of earth It dances on raindrops of hope It talks with dry ghosts In the scorched summers It accepts the cindered fragments Forms frolicking in the liquid sea Or shadows dipped in nothingness.

I Will Present 06/08/07 I will present you with A heart cut in diamonds To reflect vertiginous Cored conflagrations Smothered by roses Of the crimson taste. Your arms will be Slender trap To keep me forever Engulfed into Confines of torture Where the shadows Will enrich waters Muddy sun shines In lodged towers. I will present you with Some whispering nights And the allurements Of the ivory towers Will imprison us both In dungeons for severance In some static indifference.