Stars

The stars never change,
always cool and distant,
just hanging around
wearing their hip
black clothes.
They continually wink,
flirting with whoever
looks their way.
But, of course,
at the end of the night,
they disappear,
alone,
just like
me.

November: 2006

Doors

Mystic aural incense captivates my senses;
A satyr's magical guitar sound
Leads me to the closed door of learning.
Commanded by "them" not to go through,
I begin to weep tears of frustration.

Then the calm, dark voice of the sage
Sings inside the slate, oval room of my brain;

Echoing verses, accented by light taps
On the drums and the electric lightning
Of a chaotic, carnival organ push me
To put my hand on the knob.

I do, turning it slowly... it's locked!
No! This can't be! I need to go on!
The owner of all knowledge doesn't
Want me to fulfill my own desires,
It's not in his plan, but it's my life.

The music gets louder with lunacy;
Singing more intense and maniacal.
The shaman screams in reptilian rebellion;
Soul wrenching, throat shredding angst.

I kick the door desperately;
It's beginning to give!
I get a running start and launch myself...
I've broken through!

Bruised and bleeding, I start my journey
Through the black and white and gray
Into personal freedom and experience,
Guided by imagination, limited by nothing.

March 2004

Destination

Farewell sun,
my days' journey
is ending;
my destination
is a place
of no warm light,
only numbing
darkness;
no spring days
to grow hopes
that bloom
into realities,
just cold
winter nights
of frozen dreams
and an eternity
of wasted time.

November: 2006

Ariadne

Dance, my goddess,
to the liberating flute
of Dionysius and
sip his honeyed wine;
let them free you from
your puritan restraint -

dance with abandon
while I indulge...

in your eyes -
soft brown bourbon,
luxurious and fiery,
spreading warmth
into my thirsty spirit,

your lips -
passion red sangria,
a myriad of flavors,
an enchanting promise
of romance,

your skin -
Kahlua and cream,
a nectar of delight
awakening my senses
with every taste,

your soul -
golden tequila,
an ethereal fire,
intoxicating, sensuous -
the essence of beauty,

and your love -
an angelic liqueur,
sweet pleasure unending,
an eternal bacchanalia
in its purest form,

I will drink
of you infinitely.

October:2006

Match

I strike a match
and listen as the
flame hisses to life;
watch the small,
tender explosion
of a life destined
to be too short.

Burning, burning
striving to live
but fading,
the fire weakening,
clinging to existence.

Then it's gone,
leaving behind
a thin skeleton,
covered in ashes,
indistinguishable
from all the other
matches that have
glowed for such
a brief instant.

February: 2007

Mystery

December 2006

Daughter

November: 2006