A book containing 216 pages of poetry, prose, stories, and artwork covering subjects such as: love and tragedy, beauty and nature,childhood and fantasy, peace and war, romance and heartache, myth and man's own mortality.
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Expressive phrases of heartfelt longing
Drip slowly onto the paper
Like scented words of french vanilla
That fall from the flickering taper.
They spread out in tints of pink and blue
Giving life to the empty page
Bursting forth into boquets of joy and sorrow
And sweetly dampened rage.
Every sigh is a breath of moistened heather
Where tiny flowerets grow
Thru each line and verse they playfully dance
In smooth supple rhythms to flow.
Like a light early morning evergreen mist
Hiding the world from our view
That when burned away by the heat of the day
Inspires us with fresh visions anew.
As we gently strum the silver chord of remembrance
Which connects each of us in different ways
Exchanging hurts and sharing laughter
As we journey along thru the days.
An orphan dream wanders thru the moonlit alleyways of reality
Seeking someplace to hide itself
Till it comes true.
I give it shelter in my dark fantasy realm
Where it grows and breeds other just like itself.
They stand together
Awaiting my sleepy mind to awaken them.
I doze off
And they shine thru the cradle of my pillow.
They dance around on the walls
In a flowing picture show of fire and water
Till they finally fizzle out.
I see them sometimes
But always as they're leaving.
The child within me is granted freedom at their arrival.
And i stand once more
In the bright meadow of my youth
Looking ahead to what i might become...
Instead of looking back
To what i never became.
I a skillful hunter seek the shy reclusive doe.
Lying in wait, that i may pierce her suddenly
With an arrow from Cupid's bow.
Thru the sheltering trees occasionally
I behold her reposing, gazing at her reflection in the watery sky.
Then i wonder if it's for love of me she's pining
As her teardrops dapple the grateful roses which sigh.
The songbirds perch above with restless wings
Living to serve only her.
As they bring her rich and luscious fruits in abundance
Causing the tastebuds of her heart to stir.
Then i see my chance, as i aim and shoot...
She leaps clear of my shaft with graceful ease.
Turning back she gives me a carefree inviting glance
Before disappearing into the shadows beyond the trees.
Her movements are so fluid, like water in motion
Each step she takes is symmetrical music in time.
Causing the soul of all creation to rejoice in her presence
With visions of beauty that surpass the sublime.
Moving with restrained power
I glide by......with catlike grace.
First i am myself, then someone else.
I allow you all to see a different aspect of me
Changeless forms they are interconnected.
You may think you know which one is the real me
But you don't.
I tickle and caress the image
Which floats on the tranquil surface of your watery minds
Causing it to change slightly in appearance
So that you'll never truely discover who i am.
We like to sleep late this race of ours
In the unmade beds of iniquity
Pulling all around us the nightshades of sin
Darkening even more the darkness within
Nodding off each of us with a contented grin
Waiting for the next nightmare to begin.
In this new time of heightened awareness
all the senses will be finely attuned to the manifestation of hidden divinites everywhere, but especially within ourselves- Introduction