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1997 - 1998
I am a calm observer to the swarm of humanity.
A soulful admirer,
I keep a placid eye.
Hushed and poised,
I witness their restless flight,
requesting the response of chaos.
In a brief moment of pause,
leading to a peaceful sorrow,
it's enduring reality revealed.
The Bite! The Sting!
This I cannot be a part.
No more my nature
than the nature of the Swarm
to rest.
9/5/97
--- III ---
There are infinite ways
to make love to the soul.
Sex is but one,
giving another.
Truth lies not in reality,
the reality created before us.
Truth lies in love,
the love that exists
in every moment
of our being.
Loneliness is born from the lie,
alone as part of the illusion.
I am isolated
as long as I accept
the material restrictions
of my consciousness.
To be out of my head,
out of my mind,
beyond the barriers and fears.
I'm tired of talking,
tired of dancing,
tired of living alone.
I half empty
the glass that's half full.
I smoke my last cigarette.
I exist without body,
or being, or gender.
I exist as a spirit,
a ghost and a god.
I exist as I am, that is enough.
5/31/98
I exist as I am
-- I --
Why do I drink?
I'm tired of the isolation
trapped in a body
that isn't quite me
trapped in a body
that I didn't design.
I am not the one you see
I am not the one
you believe me to be.
On the nights I drink
barriers subside.
I relax and let fears escape me.
Like making love
on a spiritual dream,
I allow my soul to roam free.
No longer tied to the earth,
no longer aware
of physical presence.
I rise above myself
to connect with others,
dancing in zero gravity.
I reach out
to touch your smile.
A good friend says
she loves me.
I will never hear
those words again.
--- II ---
Do you see me as a temporary friend,
just biding your time
until a new lover comes along?
It's an admirable dream
to build a home and family.
But the mystery of life,
has been masked by illusion.
Don't be consumed by the will of others,
by the childhood programming
of Pavlov's dog.
The whole of the world
cannot exist
within the confines
of a single soul.
Love Transends
Love is not material in nature.
Love transcends
the boundaries of body.
Love lives it's life
way beyond our knowing.
Love is a constant,
Love never dies.
Love is about respect and admiration,
about kindness, compassion,
and understanding.
Love is not bikinis on the beach,
or passion in a movie.
Nor is it puppy dogs,
and teddy bears,
and a bed of red roses.
Love is your intellect,
your strength,
your beliefs.
Love is the beauty of your soul,
the brightness in your eyes,
and the flash of your smile.
Love is the maturity of your heart,
the pride in your self,
and the promise of your future.
5/31/98
