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Circe Poisoning the Sea

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/63/Circe_Invidiosa_-_John_William_Waterhouse.jpg — John William Waterhouse

Sea Battered

You walk to me with legs of foam

and

When you wash upon my shores

Will you wash upon my shores

and

Touch your pale feet

One by one into

my sea

For your beauty is a black star

And I am trapped by your unearthly presence

Let me touch upon touch

Every outline of your edges

Until

Ever so softly, take your last living breath

I do not mean to harm you

for there is no loss in that which you

cannot sense to send

Your lines, my infirmary

Your eyes, my death

Please spare one part

My heart

was always yours

Now my hands

they are

to deliver your drowning fates

Patience: The Flag of Despair, the Loss of Promise

Waiting

and I wait

Wanting

still I want

Watching

watching the signs of you

Hopeless

consumed by the loss of promise

Raising

raising the distress flag

Still

but still no signs of gentle hands

Forced

force in the night of drowning despair

To love

Love is a gift

For the taking

Hurdles

the crossing of the beaming star

Stars in dreams by which

we breathe

and choke

Avow me this solitary

chance

for chances are small

and the patience of

waiting

Is the flag of despair

The Deepest Oceans hide the Blackest Iron Hearts

The deepest oceans

Hide the darkest voices

Entombed by the star of movement

Drowned in the depths of you, universe

Light will shield you

But betray you

Cold will warm you

The scorn of breath

Pain the need to breathe

Over this ocean

over this ocean

You come to meet

The hands of the unknown

You come to meet

The wings in gilded fight

For to swim amongst the desolate

For to tread the needing want

Ocean,

You will never betray Your black heart

Ocean.

You are all that is not seen or heard

Yet underneath all is nevermore known

The deepest oceans

Hide the darkest voices

Chances

They are all I can offer you deep ocean

Graces

You offer me the iron cage

To break into the ocean, my own.

Midday Respite

A Nighttime Companion of Solitude

Midday Respite: Teenage Blue, dream love star

All that is my dreams

All that is imagined

Through the Lily range

of time

Plays its blue murmurs

Through the winding

meadows of unease

in moment

in soil space

***********

We see that all

Not meant to be imagined

But contented through

A teenage dreams innocent flower

bound by the roots

broken by the unsuspected

eyes of stars love

A Nighttime Companion of Solitude: another life, beloved

You, lost from the start,

Beloved, never-achieved,

I don’t know what melodies might please you.

I no longer try, when the future surges up,

to recognise you. All the vast

images in me, in the far off, experienced, landscape,

towns, and towers and bridges and un-

suspected winding ways

and those lands, once growing

tremendous with gods:

rise to meaning in me,

yours, who escape my seeing.

Ah, you were the gardens,

ah, I saw them with such

hope. An open window

in a country house – and you almost appeared,

near me, and pensive. Streets I discovered –

you’d walked straight through them,

and sometimes the mirror in the tradesman’s shop

was still dizzy with you and, startled, gave back

my too-sudden image. – Who knows, if the same

bird did not sound there, through us,

yesterday, apart, in the twilight?

-Rilke

Love, Come Back

℗ 2019 Lakeshore Records Producer: Daniel Lanois

Love,

Is dead

Love,

Come Back

You can Wait

And you wander

But Love

Love,

Is Back

Is Hollow

And to Face

The Face

of Love

One must wander

those hollows

Back,

Love

Come

Love

Its Face

Its Back

Will move us

The time

of Love

Moves us

Back

The Face of the

Wanderer

Love,

Come

Back to free

Back to the Face

Love,

Let me

Wander

Back

Love,

the Face

of time

Dead hollows

Dead will show us the living

Love will find us the face

Wander in great hearts allusion

Death comes back, love in times space.

You can be injected to metamorphose love’s space. Time deadens all haste.

When the Prey, pray to the gods of fear

Human,

Come Find me

Human,

Come Tie

In Me

You Pray

You Feast

You Release

Human,

Find Your Beast

When You

Prey

Human ,

You Will Pray

Find

Your god

It Lies

It feeds

Humans,

Won’t Bleed

Human,

Deceive

Human,

Retrieve

Come Find me

Come Hide in me

Human,

You’re

Your Own

Pray

Prey

Its too easy

Human

Its too easy

Pray

*That which saves us, Preys us, Pray us.*

Point Never: The Face of Fragmented Time

At This Point

Will I Face

That

Which Faces Me?

A Never

Point

In Fragment

In Collapsed Time

To see

To Create

That Which a never

Points to

You Find

Time

Will Find

You

In Never

Point

To Face

The Fragment

the Never

Mine

That which is understood in the point of never, never unbinds.

That which is understood in fragments, fragments unchain time.

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