Want

“Touch has a memory.” ~John Keats

... her voice ...

But it was more than that

Theatrical distances

Bronze shadows heaped on high horizons

Velvet atmospheres

Shine - ardent beauty

Your drowned face Always staring Towards the sun

Flush - arcane fire

In her mind A desireFor kindness

So it is me who walks with you

In the maze of enclasping flow

Heat and sound

Your life is spiraling down

Showing me the mirrors of your own

You're the one

... I'm blinded by the light ...

harking at the clament dirge of winds

And the waves have now a redder tone

I loose myself And converge

Her and the element

~ Dark Sun

Another Day ... another verr

"I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all your demons

I'll be the one to protect you from a will to survive and a voice of reason

I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and your choices,

They're one in the same, I must isolate you

Isolate and save you from yourself"

~A Perfect Circle

That one small weakness

"Little angel go away

Come again some other day

Devil has my ear today

I'll never hear a word you say

He promised I would find a little solace

And some piece of mind

Whatever just as long as I don't feel so...

Desperate and Ravenous

I'm so weak and powerless over you... "

~A Perfect Circle

She

I will love you. And you will have no say in the matter.

You will be sitting reading.

I will step through the wall and take you by the ears.

Gold Latin will come out of your mouth.

Years will pass. We will be old.

I will have loved you, against my nature,

no other being worthy, thrown as I am on my own powers, alone there.

And as we sit together reading you will say "Did you really love me?"

And I will be terrified.
Stan Rice

Fuzzy Logic

Our life is like a land journey:

too even and easy and dull over long distances across the plains,

too hard and painful up the steep grades;

but on the summits of the mountain,

you have a magnificent view

- and feel exalted

- and your eyes are full of happy tears

-and you want to sing

- and you wish you had wings!

And then - you can't stay there,

but you must continue your journey

- you begin climbing down the other side,

so busy with your footholds

that your summit experience is forgotten.

~Lloyd Douglas

That Way

Apollonian Veil

In the attitude of silence the soul finds the path in an clearer light,

and what is elusive and deceptive resolves itself into crystal clearness.

Our life is a long and arduous quest after Truth.

~Mahatma Gandhi

Return from The Damned

Daimona

Nulla poena sine lege

The Enlightened Ones

The Lightning Riders

From Santi’s earthly tomb with demon’s hole,
‘Cross Rome the mystic elements unfold.
The path of light is laid, the sacred test,
Let angels guide thee on thy lofty quest.

~ Milton

Those Eyes

I am home though a part of me is missing
that part of me that could stand
the dismal selfishness of contrite beings
It is like nails along a chalkboard now
Whatever it takes to make it cease
I shall without thought
do it
The silence is indeed golden
The solitude precious
I am not the same
nor will I ever be
Do you not see my precious
how much more
I grow like you
In the end
you will hate me
for all that you hate of yourself
and then I will simply smile again
For it will be passion
the same passion that has been like talons on a chalkboard
screeching deafening piercingly fierce
as fierce as that which I have felt
when I am within your veins
It is my blood that makes your pulse
~hers 2006

more to come ...

Tell Tale Heart

I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before.
There's no such thing:

MacBeth Act2 Scene 2

More to come ...

Within

I'd been within Mez Reves too long. Many had come to the margins time and again to convince me to return. I could hear their voices far in the distance like the soft buzz of a bee hive swollen with life though their drone was ignored. I was not finished. The boy still needed me. He would not return and what kind of Tuchuk would I be to leave him in chasms of desolation. Could anyone not understand?

Aunt was the only one to offer encouragement. Her voice like a song soothing the searing pains that must be endured to reach the boy's psyche, "Just a little further. Just a little bit further, my pretty."