18-Oct-2009
A prayer for good health - De Krijtberg, Amsterdam
09-Feb-2005
A lonely stop on a cold night
05-Oct-2009
A brisk walk on a quiet day
30-Dec-2010
Contemplation
From afar, he saw
the symbols of millennial prayers,
Cast in stone, caressed by clouds.
Revealed now,
as in an ancient dance
in robes of rosy silk and lace.
Revealed now,
inspired by the smile of a slender reed.
Whispers to awaken from a somber sleep.
05-Oct-2009
Someone is always watchinng
Past the moments of Her tears,
past reveries of distant gods and masters,
anxious to return to prairie temple,
She rises up to revel in the day,
knowing that once lost, it will not pass again,
Knowing that too soon the Summer shall be stolen,
into the depths of Demeter and daughter, Queen Persephone.
24-Aug-2009
From the confines of my room
Never more, yet forever
To find a note of golden strands across a truffled plate.
To see a village light emitted in an urban robe,
To taste the evening near a landmark arch
Unrecognized as portal to a hidden world.
Never more, yet forever
To enter as an acolyte into a guarded temple,
To find brief refuge from a winter night,
To hear a samba’s rhythm in a Roman tongue,
Unrecognized as shaman songs that fade too soon.
09-Oct-2009
The Lonlinesss of the Long Distance Flier
Jetsam debris of external existence,
unprotected by the academic walls
of self-constructed isolation,
Reveal scant clues of another world,
looked at but not seen.
Different answers to a different why,
both are heard but neither listened to.
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05-NOV-2015
Lonliness
In solitude he dreams
to lift the darkness of his wounded spirit
washed by doubts like waves
that break across a windswept shore
only to create a horrid undertow
that pull him farther from the very solace that he sought.
30-Dec-2010
memento mori
Sotto voce dreams of love receive full voice,
not in weakness,
but as a proclamation of desires.
So I search to offer you a future
beyond two coins to place upon my eyes.
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21-Aug-2009
Fade to black
Through each our lives drift somber clouds,
concealing rays of our affection.
Through each our lives blow joyless whispers
stealing happiness of days now past.
Through each our hearts run profound sadness
washing away sweet hopes and dreams.
Through each our souls pass bitter agonies
rendering lost the joy of gift divine.
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19-Aug-2010
The final visit of Juan Manuel Borthagaray
remade upon a sixth return from mountain temple
fading dreams find feeble nourishment.
Acceptance frustrates hope
hastens fading blooms of youth
in preparation for a final ballet of decay.
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19-Dec-2008
Back from the Underworld
"Although Giulio thought that he could flee into a reckless relationship
with a much younger woman, he was discovering that his flight might be
more emotionally perilous than he had thought. Fabienne had planted deep
self-doubts into his psyche, small seeds of guilt that would grow and haunt
him especially when he found himself alone. He felt he was a lonely figure
wandering in an old deserted garden with no exit."
"During his years with Gabrielle, he had never seen himself as predatory.
In her devotion to him, Gabrielle had acted as if their relationship was
one of her having no expectations. She had never asked him for exclusivity,
nor had she ever promised it for herself. Yet what was never asked for nor
expected was in fact what both had become accustomed to. Despite their living
a continent apart, Gabie seemed content to fan the flames of their passion
into a consuming blaze with no plan for the future or no ulterior motive."
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27-Sep-2013
What remains
Whispers seep through too thin walls,
conspire to deny repose.
Words unspoken still are heard,
disparaging the pilgrim’s journey from a darker world,
increasing isolation and his distance from a lost first love.
Dreamlike visions flash and swirl despite the brightness of the room,
conjure confusion,
obscure the light that filters through the shutters
binding him in unseen chains
forged from tattered suits and frozen phones
recalling offices above a grand line’s end.
Fears of further loss entwine with anger unprovoked
derived from painful days
and sleepless nights upon a leather couch
before a plain of warriors on horseback
and shepherds from a mountain realm.
And still She watches.
Long, crowded avenues and boulevards,
where he walked past pinnacles and urban celebrations,
narrow and become steep, winding streets as in a lonely dream
that wanes and deepens
refusing to release his spirit from its grip.
And still he walks.
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17-OCT-2009
A Fading Light
Fears of further loss entwine with anger unprovoked
derived from painful days
and sleepless nights upon a leather couch
before a plain of warriors on horseback
and shepherds from a mountain realm.
And still She watches.
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