Monday, October 17, 2005


Athena

Land rests in his mother's cradle
like horns laid on the mantle.
The ball of fire shares its embers
to flora and fauna. The river
slithers like a snake in the land
of knowledge and temptation.
She rises from the glistening belly
of the snake. Shamans perceived
her coming. Life's eternal battle
for life rekindles her dreamless
nights. Her hands perform the ritual
of her kin that only memory
will remember. She utters words
of wisdom; piercing the ears of those
who have forsaken her. The sapphire
in her hand holds her orison -- the
deepest and most desperate desire
of her heart. Her enchantment.
Her elegy. Her poem.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Dream Catcher

Why does man dwell on dreams?
Dreams of forbidden rituals

that brought to life the photograph
of illusion. These dreams

only summon the furious creatures
that have nested in the arms

of the one who dreamed. Dreams
only reckon the fury of solitude.

Why does man dwell on dreams
and forget to live? Why wait

until reality flaps her wings and
fly together with the wind?

Monday, September 19, 2005


"A kiss may ruin a human life."
Oscar Wilde

Unrequition

(for j)

Like a crook in the night, you
Entered the room. The curtains
Raised as the windows closed.
I received you with unlocked
Arms, like a warrior's homecoming.

The room was lit by the moon
Above us. Chanting idyllic songs,
I can hear mythical creatures
In the ocean. Tonight suddenly
Metamorphosed to a fete.

The world was still and the clock
Stopped ticking. Our bodies moved
Closer and clasped each other.
You kissed me and your tongue has
Has poison. Vacuous yet venomous.

The mass of your form was above
Me.You gripped both my hands and
Ruled over me. Your lips stroked
My neck and gently down to
The midmost of my bosom.

Your glistening torso jammed
Into my whole being. Covered
In sweat, my body soccumed
To the end of your passion;
The fullest of your savagry

The septuagenarian crone
Will surely raise her eyebrows
At this vista. Her unending
Litany will echo in the
Ears of the genteel people.

As the sun slither over
The horizon, the room begun
To be illuminated. Beside
Me is just a dented pillow
And a crumpled quilt.


Friday, September 09, 2005

just starting

This is my first and only blog. I hope to enjoy posting all the things I want the world to know.