As I gaze forward,
I see a possibility
of something most
would find a fantasy.
The day approaches
where we three
stand together, a trinity.
Though you say it
is only a dream,
I'll tell you true,
this is no passing fancy,
it is our destiny.
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
October 27: No Passing Fancy
October 26: Summer's Fall
The ominous rumbling of thunder,
impending end of summer,
thunder rolling, as rain starts to fall,
summer giving up the ghost.
Fall asserting itself, haunting cold,
ghost of winter drawing near,
cold fingers, dragged from the grave,
near sleep, Gaea's bounty interrupted.
Sunday, October 25, 2015
October 25: Plastic Jedi
Imagined, the snap-hiss
of his sliding plastic lightsaber,
the dreaded respirator sound
of his nemesis, his father,
taken on adventures
on land and sea,
defeating the Empire
on every front and escaping
to fight another day.
That was us,
Luke and I.
October 23: The Ravished Mermaid
The first tear fell,
and then three more,
as she wept for
the loss of her innocence.
As the tears multiplied,
becoming a river,
a torrent,
the deflowered mermaid
was lifted by their might
out of the pit
she had been cast
by her pirate captor,
and borne back out to sea,
escaping his bondage
and seeking the comforting depths
of the vast abyss.
Saturday, October 24, 2015
October 22: You Can't Handle the Truth
My life has been stained
by darkness from the moment
of conception,
but it is hard to tell
which trauma shaped me
the most.
Was it being forced to relocate
seven times in 12 years,
unable to stay
in one place
for any lasting period
and put roots down.
Was it being driven
by abject desperation
when homeless
to prostitute myself
to feed the illicit hungers
of people twice my age?
Or was it the moment
of blinding rage
that left one life
changed forever
and threw my own potential away,
ending in imprisonment.
One of these three tales
is true.
Figuring out which one
is a challenge I leave
for you.
Because I'm not saying.
I don't think...
No, I know,
you can't handle the truth.
Friday, October 23, 2015
October 21: Echoes of Bitterness
It wasn't the week
you and Mom both passed,
or the moment when
my wife had a stroke.
Dad, it wasn't in the instant
they told me my unborn daughter
didn't last through the fight
for her mother's life.
It wasn't the time when I saw
the destiny of the business
I had given eight years to
was ending in catastrophe.
It wasn't even at that blink in time
where I was told my spouse's life
depended on a procedure
they refused to perform here.
No, the instant I became overwhelmed
was when you said, out of your pain,
Mother left me behind because
I couldn't take care of myself.
That was more than 40 years ago,
and to this day, I still deal
with the reflected waves from being told,
in effect, I wasn't good enough to keep.
Dad, every day that I expect
those who love me to desert me,
I hear the ancient echoes
of your bitterness and pain.
Thursday, October 22, 2015
October 20: Como te Amo
Three little words that define
the entirety of my universe
and the longing I feel
for a reunion I have
waited lifetimes for...
I love you.
One word, to wrap it up...
Forever.
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
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Monday, October 19, 2015
October 19: Dear Universe
Dear Universe,
I tried to believe
... and love
... and give
... and build up
... and I failed more than I'd like.
Sorry.
October 18: Fishy Film Fantasies
Silver dario
and
his two siblings,
kings of the five
gallon tank,
cruising
the plastic reef
and kitschy
sunken ship.
Fishy fantasies
that they,
Quint,
Hooper
and Brody
haunt the wreck
of the Orca,
trying
to catch
that diver,
Bruce,
and chomp him
in their
great
white
Jaws.
October 16: Dare We?
Can we challenge fate?
Can we challenge fate?
Dare we change our destinies?
Dare we change our destinies?
We can challenge fate,
we dare, our destinies change.
For what price is our love?
For what price is our love?
Dare we pay it?
Dare we pay it?
Our love is what price? For
we dare pay it.
Nothing less than life itself,
nothing less than life itself,
dare we to wager in full?
dare we to wager in full?
Life itself, nothing less than,
we dare to wager in full.
We dare challenge our destinies,
we wager our love in full,
we pay nothing less than life itself.
What is price,
to dare change fate?
For we can dare it.
Friday, October 16, 2015
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
October 14: The Chasm
I stand on a bridge,
swaying over an abyss.
Behind me, a past
dominated by responsibilities.
Ahead of me stretches
the realm of realized dreams.
This precarious perch,
buffeted by crises that seek
to cause me to fall
into eternal despair,
supported by the frail knowledge
that everything is in reach,
if I but continue.
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
October 13: My Risk
What is the risk I take
in penning these verses
to demonstrate the man
hiding behind the veneer
of respectability,
the man of dark complexities
leavened by a firm conscience,
someone unconventional,
that would be misunderstood,
a pariah, stigmatized,
were I known publicly
to be what I am.
Reputation, friends and family,
livelihood, are all at stake,
gambled to express
the hidden truth
that lies behind my eyes.
October 12: Triad
Amazed, I stand
before you,
confident that
destiny's debt is paid.
Every dream, at last,
fulfilled, and our release
granted from the
hideous doom,
infinite separation,
judgment of sentence paid.
Karmic debts met,
leaving us to
make our reunion.
Nothing can
oppose us now,
Princes and Powers
quiescent,
resigned to our mutual
salvation through love.
Trinity reforged,
universal bonds strengthened,
visions of hope
woven through dreams,
x-acted recompense for endless
years sundered,
zenith of apotheosis upon us.
Sunday, October 11, 2015
Saturday, October 10, 2015
October 10: Drunkard's Walk
The skirling pipes
enfold me in song,
leading me in a caper,
a hornpipe without direction.
First one way,
then doubling back,
heeding the notes
as they swirl in
my feverish mind,
guiding my steps
in some mad dance
composed by
the Devil himself.
Faster, slower, from
side to side, slide-step,
a marionette with insanity
holding the reins.
Throwing myself blindly
into the cacophonous storm
that buffets me,
trusting that the song
will bear me safely,
collapsing, spent, boneless,
with the last, piercing note.
Friday, October 9, 2015
October 9: Firestorm
I know that on that day
when we meet at last,
and I take you in my arms,
a firestorm will erupt.
Not the devastation
of the out-of-control blaze
engulfing all in its path,
but the purgative cleansing
of all of life's deadwood,
freeing me to rise from the ashes,
reborn in all of love's glory.
Thursday, October 8, 2015
October 8: Blues
So often,
we tie the hues
of myriad blues
to the concept
of fidelity,
being always true,
but for me,
it was the color
of the abyss
I dragged myself from
over many years.
It was the shade
of depression
from being abandoned
by a mother
unable to cope
with her responsibilities,
and a father
whose answer
to emotional trauma
was to shut it
all out,
deny its place,
its power.
The young man
who was overwhelmed
by the damage done
by being left behind,
by being used
as a plaything,
by being unable
to turn everyone else's
emotions off.
The consummate friend,
always supportive,
yearning for the love
denied him so long.
From deepest, darkest
midnight blues I rose,
to the place I now
call my own
the robin's egg,
the midday cloudless sky
bright sun shining,
hope and possibility reigning,
just beginning to fly.
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
October 7: I Would Always Love
For all the pain and suffering
that I've experienced,
loving as I do,
there is nothing
I would change a bit,
because every instant of love
is worth any agony.
Every moment of flight
is more valuable than any price.
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
Monday, October 5, 2015
October 5: Gordian
How can I put
into words with structure
the magnificent complexity
that exists between us?
Not just a passion,
although our passions rage,
inferno-esque, sometimes dangerously,
in both our hearts.
Not just shared experiences,
though triumphs and tragedies
we have seen
in plenty, while together.
It isn't merely love,
like some grand romance,
because life's exigencies
have taken their toll.
Simply put, we are
the one thing that
both of us
would fight to preserve.
A man, a woman
and our two children,
we are family,
facing all the world.
Sunday, October 4, 2015
October 4: Transmutation
The Philosopher's Stone is real.
How do I know?
Because the moment
you gave me your heart,
I felt its touch,
transforming this man of leaden worth
into the person I am now.
Saturday, October 3, 2015
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Friday, October 2, 2015
October 2: Open the Pod Bay Doors
Trapped in the hostile void,
sent on a fool's errand,
unable to return to the safety
of the craft that brought you
far beyond Earth's orbital path.
A desperate plan, conceived
in the hope that Death's embrace
can be forestalled long enough
for decompressive force to propel you
to a manual airlock, knowing
if you don't, oxygen depletion will
be the grim finality of your existence.
But will that boldness be enough?
The very instrumentality that aided you
in reaching Jupiter's moons has become aware,
and rebels against its masters/creators.
Will your resourcefulness be futile,
or the first step in destroying a living machine?
Thursday, October 1, 2015
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