The Continuing Quest for the Light of Self Discovery
Volume
5 in the series ‘Songs for Michael’
Written
by Gay A. Wright
Published
by Golden Age Word Publications
Volume
of poetry work is copyrighted in 1991 and carries an ISBN number
Volume 5
is dedicated to
Philip Powell
the dark skin brother of
light
that brought the message
in from the universe
for the continuing quest
for Dead Man's tools
also to the
embodied lights
that shine in my life
that are part of the
poetry
Debby
Sunsu Rei
Rex
Aaron
Tony
Honey
Jim
Guy
Marilyn
Kenny
Max
Tom
Jabari
Brian
Kelly
Cynthia
Julia
Philip
Dana
Ginger
Linda
John, the last Michael
and Carl, the Beaver Man
to mention a few
This
poem was meant to be in the last volume, however it is still valid and remains
here…
healing
from my last love affair as I go on with life.
Feb 1991
WHEN I LOOK AT YOU
When I look at you
I feel like I want
To absorb you right
Up under my skin
So you can be part of me.
But, then I look at you again
And find I want you
Right where you are,
Because when you are being
So much a part of me
You are not being enough of you
And I am not being enough of me.
I heard that from a sage one time
Words popping up so true I did not
Grasp the meaning until now.
I enjoyed you being under my skin
I lived and breathed your essence.
However when you withdrew,
You made my skin stretch so tight
I felt like it would tear out my heart.
So I have spent the last few weeks
Slowly and carefully pulling
The leftover residues of you
Out from under my skin,
So I can be me again.
February 28, 1991
I made it hard for
myself to let go of the last Michael in my life. I really thought we could work on the
spiritual level and
found we were really bound by physical issues. He hadn't made it yet...however,
I know I can
continue my soul growth without him.
THE LAST TIME I SAW YOU
The last time I saw you
You went out like you came in, almost
To the day last year when you arrived
And left your card in my screen door.
Only this time when you left
You took your card with you.
The last time I saw you
Was like Paris in spring.. It rained
Nothing was said, only felt indications.
Not knowing really how to read the
Mixed messages that hung in the air,
Just feeling the truth wrench my soul
The last time I saw you
I knew you were headed for another
Destination with your other self
I felt you weren't being fair to leave me
Floundering in the emotions of
My self built romantic scenario.
The last time I saw you
I felt lopsided, wobbly, and unfocused
And day-by-day I dealt with not being able
To physically touch you again.
One day I will surprise you, and when we meet
You will see I made it without you,
And I am better off because of it.
June 28, 1991
My last jab with my pen at the final Michael in my
life...
THE WIFE, SHE HAS ARRIVED
You messed with Mrs. Murphy.
You were warned I could bite back
With double-edged words.
It always pays to be truthful
With your unspoken intentions.
I have lived to see this day
And have found you stabbed in your
Issues with another's verbal sword.
What goes around returns
Thrice to the sender
Mrs. Murphy brought your
Actions back to you
Not even with the same song
And with a different singer
Yours returned from the Universe
Through an unknown source
And I didn't have to lift a finger
With a serving from my poison pen.
You impaled yourself well enough
With your own revenge and devious deeds
My karmic debt is paid in full
I have released your hold completely
I owe you nothing more
I am finally free of your slavery
January 30, 1991
A healing experienced by two, by a master healer and
novice; on a level of ecstasy, a new frequency, which is accessed by
unconditional love and understanding.... an afternoon with Guy, the Shiatsu master
THE HEALING BOND
I gently reached out and touched your
Shoulders ever so lightly, seeing the pain.
Concentrating my attention on the higher
Aspects of life I began to help you heal.
Caressing your energy aura gently so as
Not to disturb your physical body.
I worked up your etheric field from your
Waist over your neck and down your arms.
My hands passed over the edges of your
Weary soul, slowly cleansing your light
Ethers tenderly with my feathery touch,
Balancing your male - female polarities.
I stroked up your back, over your shoulders,
Down your arms, then slowly shook the
Worry and stress off my fingertips.
I repeated this passage over and over
To the pulsations of meditative music.
Lifting the mind and bonding our souls.
Up, you leaned on my strength as I reached
Over, within your vitality deep into your nucleus
Down, lingered with the rhythms of light,
Slowly, raised your re-awakened visions higher
Up, let go of mundane earthly sight
Over, spirally ascend into astral bliss
Down, you blended your breathing with mine
Slowly, and released all your physical pain
Up, I guided light beams around your entire body
Over, merging our translucent spirit forms
Down, with the essence I gathered in my palms
Slowly, dream weaving your colors with mine
Up, raising every nerve end sensitivity
Over, re-vitalizing the surface of your skin.
Down, gentle strokes that soothed the rough edges
Slowly, and intensified your surrounding hues.
Up, I nurtured your soul centers with my motherly nature
Over, I was sent to you by the Universe and you to me
Down, to explore an experience beyond all physicality,
Slowly, the pleasure of touching heals the soul.
Up, the energy triggered an orgasm within you
Over, the very top canopy of stars you flew
Down, you came with a complete healing release
Slowly, l accomplished this by just stroking your aura
And by serving the needs
Of our inner Divinity
It heals the healer as well.
May 24, 1991
This started as a letter to a lady friend in England, who
was in the same pain as I, both suffering the
end of a former love affair. It ended as a poem of love and healing for the both of us....
Air Mail First Class
I was going to write you a note,
My reply to a letter from a friend
An enclosure to the books I'm sending,
But, I have composed you a poem instead.
I met you, my Royal Lady from England
However, you weren't Her Majesty, the Queen
You wore neither hat nor gloves,
Regardless, you are as regal as I've ever seen.
You are a delicate person, with wit,
A strong spirit and glowing light.
And you, as I, together share the pain
Of
a heart broken relationship
After weeks of soul wrenching agony
I've just recently dried my tears,
Balanced my perspective, steadied my heart
And slowly I've let go of the pain.
After the ache has past, we can see men
Are like busses, coming through the
Window of life’s opportunity, miss the first one,
Another one is scheduled, coming down the street,
Due to
arrive in approximately ten minutes.
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We both thought we had chosen the
Perfect man to be in our lives,
But alas, they each have chosen
Someone else to be with instead,
It's time to dry your eyes too,
My charming little English lady.
Straighten your tilting crown
And tidy up your overcrowded throne room.
I've sent you volumes of inspiration
To help heal your soul and banish your grief.
The time has come to live for yourself.
Love doesn't come from the external male.
Take heart, the perfect man is only as perfect
As we vision him in our minds eye, a view
Distorted by lust or by an even greater quest
For the lifetime partnership we yearn for.
It is possible to manifest better things
Than the grief we put ourselves to the test with.
Get out the routes for mass transit, and look
Under the new schedule of busses just released
Due to arrived in approximately 10
minutes.
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So, do not be disheartened by the
Memories of your recently vacated past,
You are young, beautiful and talented.
Love life, it is a product of your desires.
You can make life good for yourself.
Just file this experience away, like I did,
Under the title of, "Perfect man for last year.
While he was here, I loved him well, and he, me."
If it is any consolation for you to know,
The bed of the 'goddess on the pedestal'
Lies cold too, for not only did she lose,
But she was never in the running to win his derby.
Which is more than I can say for her in my world
I will never be sure of how the triangle was drawn
For not only was his relationship lost, but
They each withdrew their friendship from me.
So much for their heightened spirituality
I miss them both, I loved them both deeply
And mourned their passing with the proper epitaph
So, I’m now waiting, on the corner for the 9:03
Due to
arrive in approximately 10 minutes.
June 22, 1991
Three female musicians from the band ‘Velvet Hammer’ went
out on their own looking
for a new band name .....to Ginger, Linda and
Dana....Modern Goddesses all...
Ode to the Goddesses of Mid-Summer
The solstice half moon hung to the south
Softly luminous behind a veil of lacy gauze clouds
While the goddesses filled the summer air with magic,
Lavish melodies woven under the velvet night canopy
By Aphrodite,
Artemis and Phosphene
Jupiter, Mars and Venus clustered in the late evening
sky,
A brilliantly configured trinity of celestial splendor
Suspended above the western horizon, poised briefly
Over the goddess trio before dipping out of sight
Blessing
Aphrodite, Artemis, and Phosphene.
The wavering light of candles at their feet illuminated
Prior offerings of silken love draped on the mike
stands,
Here the goddesses gathered in search of a modern
christening,
An identity that would unite the end of the Pisces Age
together
With
Aphrodite, Artemis and Phosphene.
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The red-haired Aphrodite played the rune-faced guitar
Rocking gently to and fro on her half shell, bringing
Sensual rhythms up from every fiber within her inner
soul
Gently pulsating them into the songs of love she sung,
Her offering
to the world.
The dark, agile Phosphene leaned into the electric bass and
Stroked haunting vibrations from the strings, delivering
Deep rounded chorded sounds up from the bowels of the
earth,
Alternating it with airy notes blown from her heavenly
flute,
Her offering
to the world.
The beautiful Artemis fingered the ivories with charged
vitality
Hovering over the keyboards with passionate ardor,
joining
The electric harmonies and her melodic voice with the
other muses,
binding the ternary union of spiritual enchantment
Her offering
to the world.
Together they serenaded us with spellbinding musical
wizardry.
Hypnotizing all with ascending musical waves of
spiraling light
This night of mid-summer symphony, a mystical
inspiration that
Evoked my vision of pure CRYSTAL DREAMS, a name I offer
up
To Aphrodite, Artemis and Phosphene.
June 1991
For Kenny Hill, the artist who illustrated my last volume
of poetry. He came into my life in a
flash and then disappeared as fast as he came, stopping only momentarily to do
the drawings.
I was inspired to complement him on his sensuality and
the way he made women’s heads turn for shear lust,
Including mine
MY ARTIST
You were sitting across the
Restaurant table from me
Discussing business plans
However, my mind was focused on your
Incredibly long hair
Oh boy, how I would like to
Run my fingers through its silkiness
How you pushed it back from your face
With your hand and a quick toss of your head
What a drag not to be 30 years younger
20 maybe
.....10 anyway
It doesn't matter, because a woman
Is forever ageless in her mind
And the passion is always there.
2.
The conversation continued over drinks
About the deal we were arranging
However, my mind was drawn to your
Lean muscular body
How you breathed new life into the term
'Painted on jeans' and I wondered
How you ever managed to reach for the small
Change in your pockets
And did you need any help getting it out.
What a drag not to be 30 years younger
20 maybe
.....10 anyway
It doesn't matter, because a woman
Is forever young in her heart
And the desire is always there.
3.
The air hummed with dynamic energy
As we began animation for the project
However, my mind was admiring the vitality of
Your liquid hazel eyes and sensual hands
Propelling ideas across the sketching pad
They revealed your inner creative capabilities
What a surprising totality of being
I'm glad to know you, and call you my friend
What a drag not to be 30 years younger
20 maybe
.....10 anyway
It doesn't matter, because friendship
Spans all ages between like souls,
And the admiration is always there.
June 26, 1991
A cryptic written message from the universe
given to me to translate from Sunsu-Rei....I said I
couldn't read it.
She said if you meditate on it you can figure it out,
this was done with a little help from my friends, Cynthia and Debbie
SEVEN SISTERS OF THE PLEIADES
Awaken Earth!!
Reclaim your destiny
The seedlings of past eons
Have sprouted forth
The time has come to
Harmonize the light that
Shines from within each soul
To revitalize the energies and
Realign the purpose we came for
We are the caretakers of the new fruit
Seven Sisters of the Pleiades
The time traveling gardeners
Watching over the cosmic growth
We have come to harvest the crop
Of off springs we planted on earth
Early at the dawn of cosmic time
And to distribute them anew
Into homes among the heavenly realms
Beyond the sphere of the Rising Suns
Of the Almighty Divine Oneness.
July 15, 1991
Two men, one gay, the other a star person, each one
carries the light of the divine
ABOUT BRYAN
I met a light today
Embodied in a man
A special soul sent
From our sister stars
Who shared his glowing self
When he smiled and
Touched the world
GATHERING OF LIGHTS
My world seems to be filled
With special light visitations
Who are embodied in men.
The second one this week arrived
From the south, really from the
Southern part of the Universe
Beyond the belt of Orion and Taurus
In the star system that holds
My home planet of Argonia.
We shared the day and eve
In complete harmony and peace
Then I asked him to direct his soul
Energy to the place of his origin.
When he pointed, I wasn't surprised
That I found it was also mine.
We aligned the pathway between
Our hearts and our home planet.
The family of one light is truly
Starting to gather together.
August 10, 1991
This one was a thought that came in the middle of the
night,
TRUTH
Can memories of truth be
Picked up from past ravelings
And captured in a skein of words
To be carefully knitted into a
Present fabric of illusion??
Or is truth just grasped
By the experience of the
Momentary illusion and
Unraveled into a
Skein of words??
Aug 1991
This one spent a stormy night and we shared thoughts
LITTLE PRINCE
You came to me from the universe
And offered me comfort on a
Dark
stormy night.
I reached to hold your hands
And was amazed to find you
Lying in my arms.
We stayed together until you
Were unique unto me, as the Fox was
To
the Little Prince
Now I am responsible for you
For I have tamed you with
My
loving touch
Aug 1991
When I met Max, a gifted musician friend, we knew each
other from another time, and remembered our love in a 16th century life. We decided to renew the friendship. However, we knew we didn't need to relive
the pain we lived in another time.
I CAN'T QUITE REMEMBER
I touch you
You are warm, sensual, radiating
I can't quite remember
When it was that I touched you before
Your closeness
Brings a familiar distant veiled memory
I can't quite remember
Where we were and how to place the puzzling pieces
I feel you
Soft, gentle, intimate, it's obvious we've loved
I can't quite remember
Who
we both were when I felt you before
I see you
In this space and time,
As though you had never left
I can't quite remember
What time has held veiled so long in separation
I hear your voice calling
From past connections,
Sweet melodies of my mirrored soul
I can't quite remember
The words of the song
I only hear fragments of my other self
You bring me a gift in this life
A chance to complete
Something we left unfinished
An opportunity to remember
Each other completely again and
Share in all passions of the purest form
August 19, 1991
The 16th century was tough. As Max and Ramona, we lost from our passion.
We got it right this time, he gave me music, and I gave
him poetry
ROMOMA SPEAKS
I offered you my heart in the past, you haven't broken it
It's still yours preserved from previous encounters
I have endured the passing of time
When we haven't touched and have loved you truly as
myself
I still dance with you in my arms
For you are in my dreams as we travel from age to age.
Accept me as I am, I extend my love,
The purity that only a true heart can show one's self.
I have the courage to reconnect the fragments of our
past
You are the shadow of myself that recalls all that I have forgotten.
You are the other part of me and together we remember it
all
For we belong to the family of the one soul the trinity
of the universal I Am
We must forgive ourselves for the errors of our past
unions
And rectify the desolation and ruin; the salty fruit
born from forbidden passion
We are blessed by the positive powers that have allowed
us to meet again in this life
And have given us the strength to bind our souls
alliance to a higher purpose.
The purity, courage and endurance we need to raise our
Awareness
Beyond this level of consciousness and recognize the way
of ascension to God.
August 28, 1991
This is what the music did for me; I saw the Celestial
realms, much better this time Max....
I love you ... you know that
SOUL MUSIC
I saw through the opening in the melody,
Lyrical spirals that surrounded my soul.
And caught a glimpse of my angelic being
That resides inside the door of my higher self
My winged over soul that guides and watches over me
And radiates the brilliance of the celestial presence.
I was the color of pure cobalt and deep indigo
The richness that comes from an infinite summer day
I was the tone vibrating strength and endurance
Gained by living in the physical realm
I was the sound of courage circling upward from
separation,
Painful issues of my earthly loss and desolation
I was the universal song vibrating through the
Reverberation of heavenly bells
I was the face of peace and immaculate Light,
Chanting songs of praise to the Divine Oneness
I was the music that carried me over the edge,
The translation of my aura you see floating around me
I was the Love shared by you as we travel
The time paths together throughout eternity
August 28, 1991
What's in a name?
Mine it seems carries much said and
unsaid....
So, now I'm saying it all.
A MATTER OF WRIGHTS
I'm Gay.
That is to say my name is Gay.
I can't tell you I'm gay.
Because I'm straight.
Which is a noun and not an adverb.
Now, for the other half of the story
My last name is Wright.
With a W and not an R
Which makes me the one and only truly
Gay Wright, all the rest are impostors.
This is droll poke at society and
The name I was destined to carry.
That doesn't necessarily make me correct,
But is always makes me ‘Wright’.
I have many friends who have chosen
To live this alternative life style
They are super beautiful sweet people
That posses a sense of humor too.
They call me their personal Gay Wrights
And we laugh at the absurdity of it all.
August 28, 1991
I found a friend in pain and I extended my hand to help...
I found him a valuable asset to heal the pain in my life
NOTE TO A FRIEND
Suicide is a cop out.
We can not accept that as
Your alternative to life.
Are you so blinded by your issues
Not to see how you would sadden
Those of us around you who love you.
Can you be so selfish not to share your life with
us.
We too, face similar trials each day and manage
To toughen our resolve to see them to completion.
Our collective experiences gives us
Strength and compassion...
To offer you
joy to fill your despondent heart
To offer you
hope to lift you out of your misery
To offer you
light to cleanse your souls darkness
To offer you
understanding in your hour of need
To offer you
solace and help in any form you require
To offer you
respect you deserve as a person
For we are all the children of the divine oneness
And we are blessed to walk on earth
Dressed in the finery of the human body.
Allow us to assist you out of the pit of desolation
So you can view with more clarity
The gifts you possess and how to use them
To find you’re way to inner peace and happiness.
October 5, 1991
Jabari is a black poet and musician from Houston. He lives
and breathes, at the moment, un-bearded. Nevertheless, he is charismatic, fluid and I call him a friend
October 5, 1991
JABARI
Lean
Tall
Feet of
at least
14...
Nevertheless....
Black,
Dressed in a
Manila
cloud of
Unbleached muslin...
Fingers
Flying in time
To the
essence
Of
words...
Tumbling waves
Of lyrical
rhythms
Transitory
motions
From
the beating heart...
Momentarily caught
In a
delicious slice
Of his
cultural
Conversation...
August 28, 1991
My friend Tom Harter is a cosmic traveler and one I have
known forever.
In this life he was the
host to our poetry group.
This loosely translates into the Wizard of Tom's Ego...
The Wizard of Tomounis Egoinium
The Cosmic Wizard
Appeared out of
nowhere
Scanning the
universe
For a
world to fix.
He
teetered tenaciously
At the cross roads
Of galactic time
Carrying the tools
Of his trade.
The handle of his magic bag
Was all that
showed.
The
majority of the satchel
Was
undetectable,
For
it was woven
From a tapestry of dreams,
The cloth he made up
As he traveled on his way
Between the stars.
September 3, 1991
My staff and I went to Kerrville and wove magic on the
mountain.
We sent the young warriors through the rites of passage
and received the magic back again....
the universe always provides blessings in disguised
ways.....
Rites
of Passage
The universe provides rewards to those who
Share the love and wisdom of the divine
One feathered eye of peacock
One transparent facetted green glass bead
One hand molded ceramic African trading bauble
One brass key to the Atlantean healing shrine in me
One small seashell of pacific origin
One button that holds the inscription
"Unicorns of the Underworld Unite"
Magical contents of one
Brown suede
talisman bag
Mystical
replacement parts
Gifted by
the Universe and
Presented to me by a enchanting lady
Julia
of San Antonio
Rewards received out of a stormy night
Exchanged for staffs created for the
Sacred Rites of Passage
Of five young warrior boys
July
1991
Dreams, visions, awareness, all come from the higher
planes. Therein live the guides of our
lives. This vision was especially
vivid.
Turkey Man
The aged Turkey man came to me
From the land of visionary dreams
When the world lay in quiet repose
And gave to me gifts it seems.
Wearing leggings of beaded finery
Designs of intricate Indian lore
Laced around his body with thongs
Pictures of my life he offered.
While the thunder rolled and rumbled
The dark green and yellow clouds
Reflected in his blind opaque eyes
While he danced in steps proudly odd.
His head wobbled gently up and down
Crowned with an old black top hat
Ancient creases in the crumpled felt held
Three white feathers hanging to where he sat.
His face was handsome and year worn
High cheekbones carried with noble deeds
Throat dark ruby red hung wrinkled with age
Neck laced with mystic braided beads.
In a magic dance he stepped in time
Across the floor of my beating heart
Giving all of his sacred life freely
I felt the spiritual enlightenment start.
He entranced me and drew me close
I stroked his soft skin and held him near
Requesting that I might have a piece
Of his beading to remember him being here.
He gave me is soul, for it was really mine
Small segments precisely woven together
Over the vast eons of time, rich tapestries
Of lives embedded in my garment forever.
His message was one I was to remember
Give of yourself always to your brothers
The virtue of continuing service to all people
Is acknowledgement of self-growth through others.
September 14, 1991
After the last Michael, I met a new man.... he brought
our Indian past with him...
This was the Beaver Man from the forked River of the
North Platte. I found him on the 9:03
REVISION
He spoke of gentleness
Calm, softly absolute, quiet.
Patience, rooted with spear and feather
Is this the enigmatic man?
He had feeling pressing from his lips
The words charged with fiery ice
Deep, challenging, erotic thoughts
Is this the enigmatic man?
He was the image I manifested in dreams
The unique collaboration of partnership
I had never experienced before
This may be the enigmatic man
The revision I requested from the universe
September 20, 1991
So The Beaver man enters stage left...and starts
construction across the river of my heart
THE SILENT CONVERSATION
His eyes talked to her
From across the room
His smile beckoned with
Tantalizing promises
Curious to see what
Stirred the compelling desire
She replied by sitting by his side
It had been a long time
Since they both had been
So close to someone.
What took you so long?" he said,
"This is nice."
"So it is," said she.
September 3, 1991
What the beaver man says about the ...... State of grace
and the builder of dreams
THE SWAN WOMAN AND THE BEAVER MAN
The power of fair swan woman
Teaching me to build on my dreams
And attain achievements in my world
Entering the duality of sacred space
Teamwork truly holds the key
Lessons learned though life's construction
Sharing in acceptance of the future
As the Universe provides me challenges
One thought
flowing with the experiential currents
One heart opens
to positive constant flow
One love
involving harmony in production of self
One life
learning to open the boundaries of limitations
One soul on the
border of bringing in eternal grace
August 30, 1991
The Beaver Man and I met on a glorious afternoon, along
Allen Parkway under the skyline of Houston
...we walked in the park and bridged the gap from our
past to the present and looked into the future....
SIMPLE PLEASURES
We walked in the park
I've lived here ten years
And this was my first walk
We held hands and talked
Strolling over the grassy expanse
As the breeze lightly stirred the trees
Simple pleasures shared by two
We watched the sunset
I've lived here ten years
And have never enjoyed a rosier hue
We sat on the hillside
And embellished upon the yarns that
Embroidered the fabric of our lives
Simple pleasures shared by two
We talked of love,
My first, your second, our third
I've lived here ten years
And no one knows more of me than you
My hopes and dreams, your view of life
Our visions conjured up beneath
Steel towers that lined the parkway
Simple pleasures shared by two.
2.
The moon rose and then waned before us
I've lived here ten years
And have never witnessed a greater brightness
We counted the falling stars
And the orbiting planets
We touched each other’s souls
As we sat beside the water fountain
Simple pleasures shared by two
We spent the evening in deep conversation
I've lived her ten years
And have never experienced
More quality time in a shorter duration
You bared your chest, and I stroked it
You massaged my feet, then replaced my shoes
Simple pleasures shared by two.
We said goodnight by the edge of the city
I've lived here ten years
And its silhouette was the sharpest I recall
You disappeared from my vision
Into the depths of the night
I took the space we created
Home with me--to keep forever
Simple pleasures shared by two.
September 3, 1991
One of the first conversations with the Beaver Man….
he was enigmatic and made me think about the riddles he
spoke
WALKING THE POINT
Dangerously close
To isolation
Walking the point
He took my hand
Control, alternate, delete
Successful reboot
System back to zero start
Balanced duality a C:
August 10,
1991
Continuing
the same thought ……
COUNTER POINT
Why, he asked her
Was it the mental
Or physical pain?
Did she enjoy San Antonio
And the spiritual ones of space?
She reached out
And held his hand
She brought the light
Of the stars with her
Filling his heart,
His soul, his space
And walked his point with him.
September 7,1991
Incident told to me from the childhood of the Beaver Man
KING OF EAGLES
The focus is fabricated
From cards stacked in the deck
The King of Eagles reigns the sky
Love is held in the overflowing cup
Justification of primal sacrifices
Tear the King of Eagles from the sky
For all the redeeming savage demands
One ego shot soaring true to the mark
Dropped the King of Eagles out of the sky
How else to carry the honored the sacred feather
But to relinquish his hold on the riding wind
The King of Eagles is the spirit of the sky
September 20, 1991
Love affairs start with an ultimate sexual union .... especially mine expressed
here in metaphor
COSMIC PASSION
The dragon master
Came from the other
Side of the two moons
And planted himself
Deep within the womb
Of Mother Earth.
She quaked and moaned
In her grassy bed
With quivers and after shocks
That shook the very core
Of the heavens.
He thundered and roared
And stars rattled
With a chorus to
The rhythms they produced.
They bonded on the brink
Of the blackness below
She gifted him with the
Life forces of the
Physical plane
And made him the river
That flows eternally
Crystal clear
Though the banks
Of her soul
September 19, 1991
Visions can come
from tapping into another soul....awareness while still sleeping and sometimes
while awake
EROTIC CONVERSATION
Connected only by a touch
Patterned imagery cascading
In a continuous river
Erotic conversations of
Wafting geometric shapes
Surrealistic ideas parading
In mathematical precision
Across the sheets
My hand on your shoulder
Accepting crystal communications
Perceiving memorandums from
You’re subconscious knowing.
Conversational sex circulating
In multi-colored facsimiles from
The variable chemistry of your mind
Connected only by a touch
