The last bandage removed from the wounds of malice; the last curse levied at a heart like a heart, a mind like a mind; the chamber emptied for all time to our profound relief and our final posterity.
I do not know how we did it, and yet it came to be done; I don't know from where it came, but we found it in us just the same.
This gun was laid down, and never damned our hand again. The chamber emptied, not through angry combustion, but through our collective will.
This day, evermore, we can start our mornings, as our brother, as our sister, forward, and let humanity breathe, at last, as one.
And it started, so very, very long ago, beyond all m
Pine wind's victory, motorcycle flight, suds on your hands
Your first breath of morning, regardless of the night before
Pages turned, cigarettes burned out, what you see on the ceiling
When the white fires come, a life you dance to
The youth looking upon youth, mine to yours, from a peaceful cell
And all the things I cannot know from shuttered, European, eyes
One wild-ish movement, drunken, a weaving of arms
I would own but one memory of yours, the thrill of day
The sudden laughter, my Andrea's unsheltered satisfaction
If I could, the thief, the very thief of your experience
But one hour -- one song-released hour -- you'll never know again
Be
And when the blue envelope of her breath
Opened, free, of conscious thought
Her words became the hue of caramel novas
I become two persons, one, of the moment, gone
And the second imprinted in dream
So the film strip of 'almost' tells me
How high her ghost hand reaches
Beyond earth limits of creaking trees
And empty night streets that darken to its ends
She never could dance for shit
But her movements are so free, free
Though her body was never for me
And yet
Her cap pulled down one eye, midnight wise
The last days, the blue kimono night
Of pale robed arms lifting in greeting, a holy heat
Drifting past my limited vision
A cloud dark fac
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Her dreams belong to me, 1st version.
Can eyes larger be
And yet be shuttered
Against all comers, all pain?
Can dreams of angels
Fuse her skin into air & fire
And light the night into shame?
She is the princess
Of a lost time, an age
Where simple longings sigh.
And her dreams belong to me.
Back into her bed she falls
Pulling decades with her
Into full-breasted song.
And with my words I sing
To find her heart
Like twisted strings
A ghost of time
A hope of love
A shifting of sand
A roar of hope
A shine of eyes
And her dreams belong to me.
Would your eyes make shimmer in my night
Glistening with hidden hopes, hiding little
I would rise upward into your honied skies
And name the night, beyond all dark, after you.
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Twilight of the Gods 001
Redeem me, Oh Muses. All I have that are my own are my Words, and even these are given me by you. So praises to you, praises! If my stories do not benefit or amuse Man nor Woman, it does not matter; so long as they please you, for I came from you, and to you I will one day return.
My Tale.
Once Upon a Time, as all good stories begin: There was a man who dreamed of wings. He was sleeping, all but naked, under the sweltering summer night skies. His sleeping was fitful because he was a hero, although he would not have thought himself so.
He pushed himself up sluggishly from the open fire escape landing where he slept, because in his muddled min
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I thought that when you were gone
I thought
That when you were gone
Finally
That I could write no more
The dreams would fall
As dusty rain.
But I was wrong
The drops themselves
Are now become flame
The words have never had
More power
And now I write
To the sky
Itself.
Once Upon a Time I was an interested man.
Once Upon a Time I was a frightened man.
Once Upon a Time I was a caring man.
Once Upon a Time I was an angry man.
Once Upon Many Times I was a confused man.
Once Upon a Time I was a patient man.
Once Upon a Time I was a lucky, very lucky man.
Once, Well, Always I was a curious man.
Once Upon a Time I was a loving man.
Once, Twice, Twenty Times I was a sad man.
Once, Even Now, I'm an understanding man.
Always I am a hopeful man.
Today I am a dreaming man.
Because it was love, once.
No, it was, truly. But, for me,
We are past love.
And Now we are under the waves.