Particular Moments

More Stars than There are

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August 28, 2016

Sonnet of Lasting Sparks

Let us love again,
And relive each other
This time,
As one matchstick
Gradually kindles another—

Such as yours—

For two simultaneous
Flames burning
Too close as one,

And too often,
Procures a radiance
Too headstrong
To perpetuate
And to prolong—

Why not let us ignite
Much of our
Unconsumed Love,
Starting only from
One end,
From one torch
At a time, and
Delivering each one
To the next, and
Unto the other—

Only sharing Fires
When the darkness
Gets too strong.

Hold our affection
In Savored rations,
And by embracing
The in-between
Unknowns,
We cultivate slowly
A unbreakable bond

Then,
Then when our flames
Finally ebb
To the Ashes,
Crisp, fine,
And well done,

Buried
Underneath
Will be

A story of Love

That stood
Life long
Against the cruel
Hands
Of Time.

 

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October 23, 2015

Ode to Fellow Aquarius

First curious glance,
A definite presence—
Not flauntingly
Conspicuous,
Vain, or
Cheaply lustrous,

But glaring
As ink
On Snowy,
Unsoiled canvas—

Every distinctive drop
Seeping, immutably
Solidifying onto
Untouched fibers
Of remembrance.

Never a dull
Moment
Persists with you—

Sprightly, animated,
Keen, and poignant;
Bottom of despair—
A Tragic
Iconoclast.

Oh yes,
I see
And
I know,

Out from
A concealed
Vase pours
Your tenuous
Yet
Unbound
Kindness—

Dearly,
You dare
To love all
Earthly kin.

For the very multitude
That is
Exclusively
You,

Sole
Fellow Aquarius,
I love,
Applaud,
And remain
A loyal audience
To you—

For this precisely,
I must learn
To once so often,
Love to Hate
You so.

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October 7, 2015

Feigned Virtues

You walk under a

Proud banner,

Convicted of your vast,

Good Kindness

That none shall conceive

With ease—

 

But who kills

Without

Second thoughts?

 

“For they are vermin—

The slaughtering of whom

Is only justified”

 

You rationalize,

Carrying another banner

With your quick hands,

Not knowing

You are

But

Larger Vermin.

 

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September 22, 2015

In Steady Defiance

 

“Though much is taken, much abides; and though

We are not now that strength which in old days

Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,

One equal temper of heroic hearts,

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”

 

—excerpt from Ulysses,

Lord Alfred Tennyson.

 

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September 12, 2015

Your Own Reality

When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

—Walt Whitman.

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July 29, 2015

The Pleading

Sick

To death

Of my nonchalant

Toughness;

 

Of concealing

What hurts

With a shrug,

 

Saying “there’s more where I come from,”

Shoving the shouts

And tears

Into back pockets

Until they are bulging

At the seams.

 

Emptiness is eating away

The best of yours truly;

Someone please

Spare your

Tenderness—

 

Bring me back to life

With your calming

Touch and Kindness.

 

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June 3, 2015

Sucks to be Bare.

You are not sure if it’s the full moon tonight, or there is simply something menacing in the air for all to breathe it in and exhale out  their abounding miseries—

Blaming nature: the heat, the cold, the snow, the rain, the storms, the floods, the moon, and the sun; it’s the safest way to go. They are larger than life, so you won’t have to sound small and human by attributing the tragedy to other individuals.

All is said so there is nothing left to say. You kindly but unwillingly let them have their victories; in the end, it’s all irrelevant to you as to who gets in the last word.

You

Just

Cannot

Believe

Why

It

Must

Be

So

Difficult.

In life, we plan and plan; neglecting the haunting thought of sweet death and no tomorrow.

All is temporary

Yet no one

Dares

To

Believe in

The possibility—

Of

Provisional desire

Manifesting

Beautifully into

An Indestructible Endless.

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May 30, 2015

Bring Me The Truth

Bring me the Truth,

Truth

Like naked bones

Of the Dead—

 

Now

Foul and ghastly, but

In time

Factual and harmless.

 

So

Toss and Slam and Shove

The Truth

To me,

Blinding and caustic

It might

Presently be,

 

But spared I will be

From eternal

Sorrows—

 

Invoked by the

Fleeting, empty smile

And the briefly comforting

Lies

You wear

And tell

So well.

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May 28, 2015

Talking to A Cloaked Saint

I speak to Her
On occasions;

The exchange of
Recreational
Words—

It seems as if
We could babble
All day
And nothing
Would be
Of consequence.

Unaware, I would
Ramble on and on,
Not knowing

She is inwardly
All amber-colored
Kindness:

A silent,
Elusive Saint—

And that I am,
Despite
Mere, scattered desires,
Nothing
But
A mortal
Cottonmouth.

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April 27, 2015

Bastards of Young

“The ones 

Who love us 

Best,

 

Are the ones

We’ll lay 

To rest,

 

And visit

Their graves 

On holidays

At best.

 

The ones 

Who love us

Least, 

 

Are the ones

We’ll die

To please.” 

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