Let me be the one to corrupt her

To touch her first
Upon her have revenge
For swords of fire...

Serpent's well of echoes
Giving me headaches
The curse I crave
And prayed and paid for

Sorely beautiful

~

Unaroused by flowers common
Love is best when unconditioned
Want would have her reeking
In the blood and afterbirth of brand new life
( no knife should bury her )

Primitive, of bone and flesh
The smell of voodoo on her breath
That her labor by stranger might
Make birth pangs of her be-coming
All the more electrifying

Screams so sweet they pierce my soul
The nails of redemption’s toll

Let me be the reason she is torn open
Consuming the insatiable desire of my issues, broken
By her bond to me
Insane, in love, enraged by me

Let me pull her head back by her hair
Enjoy the grunt of protest's fare
And charge her for my misery
Before expended
At her mercy

Let me love her first
While she is yet unknowing
Growing under my malevolence
My jealousy against her
As I shape her thoughts, and prove her sense

Before the wild becomes the terrible
Before the reins of fear are lost
Behind the fury of her being
Behind the interest of its cost

Let me hate her lovingly
Remembering when she is gone
That there was something I died for
For if I lived, I couldn’t bear
That at my best she wasn’t mine

But at my worst I scarred her
Even as my hands begged for her
As much as my eyes and ears and mouth
Terrific as lightning seeks the ground

And that the shame of my intrusions
Were deliberate, her earth my grave
To punish her with ecstasy
Infecting her to grow enslaved

Let me crave the tender kisses I ignore
Want her no more and watch her weep

Let me be the one to break her heart
That she might damn this that I keep
My love for her, corrupt
Banished yet on fire for her
To suffer 'til eternity
This passion for my wife

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Jewel of life

A far away horn before the shadow of the sun
Morning crawls over the dunes
Pushing a beautiful wash of air
Into my dreams

Her whisper is a tingling seed in my ear
I am smiling before I awake
Her hair a flaming banner of love against the sky
Pulls me up into the strength of my joy
Braving the living to love her

For man was not meant to be alone
Fear un-conjured, heart open
With the hope of anticipation
Knowing the shining of day would come
Its promise as evident as breathing

I watched my dream like a cloak caught in the wind
A kite in the sky, raising my eyes and thoughts
Promising the comfort it provided
Would be given by something better
This
I believe

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Or since

I’ve fallen, innocently and afraid of the truth
A casual beauty, sky-minded and barefoot
A cool sweet air needing no invitation
Belonging wherever it finds itself

In awe, owning nothing of myself
Green as grass under an absent sun
Fireflies resting in the lushness of my quiet
Dreaming carefully

In the growing warmth of an unendurable patience
I’ve sought in vain to recapture our first kiss
Your lips forbidden, their fire exquisite
Slaying me softly, reborn in love

And have wondered if I love you less
Watching over you while you sleep
The moonlight remembered on sleepless nights
Reminding me you are less beautiful, more cherished

A memory my heart adores
Enslaving its self willingly to someone you will never be again
Sentimental and grateful to have experienced love
Such as I never have before

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The goodness, the fullness, the beauty of His blessings

SIDE A

I enjoy
The weight and give of water balloons
Sticking my fingers into a bowling ball
Eating a soft serve ice cream cone
And... climbing trees

SIDE B

I enjoy
Plucking grapes from the vine with my mouth
Putting my nose in the scent of a flower
Brushing my cheeks against the creamy silk of its petals
And wading in warm water

I enjoy
The look of moss on a water stone
The juice of a cantaloupe slice
The caress of a mid June breeze
And shade from a blossoming crab apple tree

I enjoy
Watching a butterfly rest
Feeling the tide steal the wet sand from beneath my feet
Seeing sun shine through drops of honey spilled on the table
And peeling an orange

I enjoy
Watching my reflection in a pool of water
Standing naked in my back yard
Going barefoot in the cool morning grass
And feeding the ducks

I enjoy
Listening to doves in the morning
Listening to crickets at night
Listening to children laughing
And watching children sleep

SIDE C

Inspired
I come into this world fully awake
My senses clear, curious and wide
I am nothing and wonderfully empty
Reaching out to pull all of existence within me
To experience fully every precious moment
A child excited to learn
Eager to be born into every fascinating possibility of life

Things sweet and satisfying
Sour and difficult
Pull me, push me
I stretch out my arms looking at the sky

I stand on the tips of my toes looking at the tops of trees
And jump into the air seeing birds
I lay in the grass watching a sleeping lamb
And laugh at puppies playing

I jump into the water seeing a fish
And love the sun climbing out of the cold stream
I run after butterflies and rabbits
And feel my heart beating when I stop to sit down and catch my breath

I wonder who I am looking up at the stars
Calm and alone beneath the moon
In the quiet of the night I close my eyes
And dream as if awakened into another life

I take back my mind, my joy, my life
From the man made madness
Of acquired tastes and preferences

I take back my mind, my joy, my life
And take my time to appreciate
The goodness, the fullness, the beauty of His blessings

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At peace with their place

Looking around reveals definition
The ability to distinguish one thing from another and
Effectively navigate from here to there
By identifying the boundaries of "here" and "there"

Evidence of the parameters of existence suggests
Nothing occurs haphazardly
There is order apparent in everything

Without the unseen laws of life
There would be no existence
Rules have their reason

Those who serve the law
Protect order from the ensuing chaos which would erupt
If the borders of law were removed
Or made arbitrary

There is nothing worse in a small town
Than a sheriff who cannot do his job
Lawlessness becomes the way of the land
Life is placed in jeopardy

The same is true of a judge
Or any other leader
Who lacks the qualification, integrity and competence
To carry out the function of his respective role

He is like the substitute teacher
In a classroom busting at the seams with children
The children try him immediately
And finding weakness, exploit it

Soon the substitute is overwhelmed
By the ineptitude of his management skills

The class is in an uproar
Until a real teacher comes in
To set things in order
With a firm way
For all those children in need of structure

The spoiled brat who petitions to have his needs met
Ahead of and irrespective of the needs of others
Soon becomes the model citizen in such an environment

Complaining, begging and whining become normal
The "spoiled" go from being the few
To becoming the proud
From minority to majority
A mindless mob of selfishness

Civilization fails

The spoiled brat is a robber, a thief, and an extortionist
Taking advantage of any system under questionable leadership
To exploit from it the satisfaction of his own desires

He will try every limit
And get away with as much as he is allowed to

Those who respect the rules
Become disenfranchised and frustrated

They see that the rules are no longer respected
No longer enforced, have no more power
No one believes them

Boundaries secure freedom
Without them, the world descends into chaos

Courts headed by amateurs
Give heed to petty concerns
Do not uphold the rule of law
Are blasphemously evil
(being against life)

They should be shot
Those who sue for their so called right
To do what they please at others’ expense

They should be shot
Those who do not honor true justice
but want everything for "just us"

There was a time when
Migratory people would sometimes have among them
Those afflicted with age or disease

When the afflicted could travel no further
The group would spare one from among its members
Who would stay back to pray with the afflicted
Leave moderate provisions
Then leave the afflicted alone to die

This was the way, the understanding
The peace of life

Today we have too many
Who would dissolve the parameters of existence

Too many opinions from small minded people
About why they should be exempt from
Restrictions preserving the quality of life

Too many people in the world
Not at peace with their place

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