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About Me

Widow to a distant star. Witness of the unseen. Neither mean nor nice. Vice void of lies. Wise, untainted. Well-aquainted with honor's weight. A great lover and vicious fighter. Writer of memoirs. Healer of scars too. True, genuine because I choose.Prose, poetry, and dream. A beam glowing with such intensity. Touch, essentially, devoid of the crude. Prude only when it comes to greed. Seed, sent to grow. Slow at first, immersed in poisonous food. Mood is instinct, distinct in ample fortitude.Pain, bliss, kiss, and smile. Vile lizard, white wizard, flying bird. A word. A residue. A memory. Every apparition viewed. Imbued with divine grace.Race the rabbit, face the hare. Rare. Unique as a parody. Married to the moon. Soon, spouse to the sun. Run, tortoise, run.Fun. Tease. Lure. Pure of intent though. Show me to the stage, my cage is my role. Whole. In pieces. Releases from spasm. Orgasm happens in each of seven centers. Spirit enters skin to feel.A real lunatic who is completely sane. Rain. Hail. Gail. Sunshine. A sign, message, decree. Simply a vessel of potential.Sensual. Reserved. Unnerved yet calm and still. Will, manifested. Tested each dawn. Spawn of night. Right. Wrong. Strong. Weak. In song I speak.Seeking the peak and precipice too. You, reflected. Resurrected. A projected hologram, unburied. Carried power. Cowering to no law.In awe of miracle. Lyrical with a scientific mind. Kind, generous, yet protective. Objective and unoffended by virtue. A cue, chosen. Unfrozen. Not frigid. Rigid while also pliable.Excitable, kinetic possibility, cursed. (a.r.2007)

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

The pure artist. The wanderer. The rich in honor. The poor in greed. The ones who bleed to spread light. The righteous sinner. The beginner mind. The kind. The virtuous. The pure. The unsure who are sure of their ignorance. The child. The wild. The strange. The humble who stumble through, as I do. The true. The wierd. The feared. The poet. The prophet. The seeker.

(a.r.2007)

My Blog

check-mate (for dave)

one day, when i find my way, when you can no longer prey on my soul.... will the whole be revealed, or shall you wield your weapons against me?in defense of the real, i feel way too much, and your t...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Jun 2007 02:18:00 GMT

fortress

when evil flows, the sorceress knows where she lives,what she gives of herself, no one else seesbut she believes, she believes in the good.who does what they should when no one is looking?hooking men ...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Jun 2007 00:50:00 GMT

Obscure Verse

Owls and cats become phantoms of evenings' twilight.At night the swan rests under a dying moon.Soon we will grow to love our lie, created.A hated vessel of posthumous remorse.Of course, vampires incar...
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 19:58:00 GMT

Green Devil

We barter with green pieces of paper that come to decide our value. We bow to possessions, missing the lessons we are here to learn. We yearn for and adore things yet aquiring them brings nothing. We ...
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 18:30:00 GMT

Erect

Erect another tower, phallic in shape, to worship. False idols carpet the landscape of our minds. Giant stones watch over bones of sacrificed virgins.
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 15:45:00 GMT

Contempt

Tell me what you really think, I want to know. Show me how much you hate what create. Do not wait any longer, letting disdain grow stronger within. Your only sin against me wou...
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 15:30:00 GMT

Girl With No Eyes

I looked in the mirror and nothing was there. Only glare from a light reflected tonight. Quite strange was this change of effect. To expect an image will appear has become mere ...
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 14:15:00 GMT

All Figured Out

Can you tell me what I should be doing? Do you have it all figured out? Are you without fault? What do you exalt as worthwhile? Am I on trial here? Why does it appear so?...
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 13:45:00 GMT

Volume

Silent words are heard with deafening volume. Like a tomb, each one echoes in muted resonance.Evidence of inaudible sound is found here.Mere listening is missing most of the message conveyed.Sen...
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 13:27:00 GMT

Young Girl

I once knew a young girl who truly believed humanity was good. She could not cope with the possibility that she was wrong. Her hope, though strong, waned. Sustained cruelty proved th...
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 09:29:00 GMT