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Dancing without Music

believing

More than
my hearts limits,
I love you.
From a place
beyond time,
I would spend
my life with you.
Believing
all is possible,
I know the future
is us.
Shedding these tears,
is more
than I can bear.
Knowing
you are letting go,
I am lost,
I come running back,
but you are gone.

Unless you believe, you will not understand.

echos

I have lost
the morning,
and you
have gone away.

Even the echo
of us,
starts to fade.

So my broken thoughts,
and I,
wander back and forth
through time,
but you are never there.

I search the wind
for you...
I release the hold
on my heart,
so it will rise
to find you.

And so await
it's return.

You can not
keep chasing the wind,
for it will lead you
nowhere.




human

My heart,
has become stone.
What has come before,
is a memory,
one I leave for the taking.
I am invincible now,
no foe can vanquish me.
Th last thing that made me human,
you stole from me,
and left in it's place
all I truly need
to be alone.



butterfly

Sometimes,
between a man
and a woman,
only a whisper will do
to tell each other
what is in
their hearts.

The sound of the heart
is shared between
only two.
You must sometimes
strain to hear it,
like the sound
of a butterfly.

But for those who hear it,
they will remember always,
what the true heart says.



serenity

Solitude,
I love it's many tones,
i hear it's serenity,
it embraces all of me
and I am richer for it.

I long for the touch
of desolate places,
vast deserts, lonely mountains,
and endless seas.

It is a place
I go to heal
when my soul
has suffered
all it an,
a place beyond
all travail and pain.

The only way my soul finds rest,
is to retreat
back into itself
and never surrender.

The avalanche has already started, It is too late for the pebbles to vote.

night

The night
is a thousand hours,
and all the dawns
that await me
are of steely gray.

The languor of my heart
and melancholy
of my soul...

Does the falcon
hear the call
of the falconer
at dusk,
or does he fly home
for there is no calling
in his heart.

The bridge between
the beginning
and the ending
is a path
followed by angels.

So man travels the road
to find his true nature.

I love these gray hours
where things are,
and are not.

On my soul
sits the crossroads of time,
old, and alone.




lost

I am forever lost
in your eyes,
and for all time
others will never compare,
for they are the color
of the wind.

And your voice,
that sings in my ears,
is the sound
of the night
as it slips through dawn.

Dance with me now,
leave me not to wander
and I will surrender
my heart,
for I can not chase the wind.

If I wake
and find all this
tis but a dream,
I will cast myself
back into shadow
for a last touch
of your cheek
against mine.



how

How did you do that,
fill my heart
when it is empty,
open my eyes
when I can't see,
and heal the fractured
pieces of my soul.

I have found love before,
but love, has never found me.



future

I think now
only
of the future.
of a time
and a place
where two
can be one,
and the walls
we build,
a lifetime
in the making,
can begin
to come down.
With each new morning,
as I watch
the dawn break,
my heart awaits
your arrival.
Eager,
for the sound
of you voice,
Breathless,
at you touch.



alone

Alone,
for so long,
but now
without you
how lonely I have become.

My nights are filled
with dreams of you,
for my days are absent
of your touch.

Though you are gone,
I still feel you
in my heart.
Though distance
separates us,
echoes of your
sweet voice
still haunt my soul.

Here I am, and, Here I remain

shores

I am running
out of days.

Approaching the shores
of the Rubicon.

How big is the world?
Is it so big
that I can
for a time,
hide from god?

How large is the soul?
How much is lost to us
on the journey?
We spend it
at such
an alarming rate,
never stopping
to notice
the how or why.

A storm approaches,
the dawn breaks,
and all
is as it should be,
as it has always been.
Thunder and lightning

"Abbandono tutto salvo onore"

words

I linger here
more often than not
in this place,
void of light,
where all things
are shades
of grey.

I am compelled
to return
to these blank pages
and write.

I would let these pages
keep their luster,
but my mind
will not clear
till all randomness
has given way
to order.

Words come to me,
as they do
to all truly great men.
Though mine sink
from their own weight
and lay abandoned.

Weep now for poets,
for all they know
are words.


time

Do not ask of me
what I cannot give
and all the rest
will be yours.

Speak not
of the future,
for it is always
unknown.
and God
will not give us
the foretelling.

Be here
with me now
and let time pass
only between
we two.

For time is
the great destroyer,
and master healer.

So we will check
every morning,
and if the sun rises,
the day will be ours.

All hours wound, the last kills

eternity

I long
to read
poetry and verse
in a holy place,
to know the peace,
and beauty,
of exalted heights.
To refresh my spirit
and drink in
all that my soul
could sustain.

I would give freely
all that I am
to the one
who would show me
eternity.


honour

What is honour
but a gift
a man
gives to himself.
It is his core,
that is never exposed.
All his sight,
and inner vision,
comes from it.
It is all
that stands between
the light,
and the
unfathomable darkness

I forever
hear it's voice
in my heart,
and it keeps
me true.

Honour
is like steel,
it is hardened
by constant use.

I have
put mine
to disuse,
from time to time,
and cut myself
with the dullness
of it's edge,
and I have seen
the darkness,
gaining ground.


despair

How can my heart
endure this.
There are
no words
for what
I truly feel,
and if they
came to me
it would be
as a tempest
that would surely
wash what is left
of me away.

Who are you?
Where did you come from?

How can I
reach out for something
I can never
hold on to.

Take me back
to the place
where you found me,
and leave me
as you found me,
looking for water
in a sea
of despair.

I still look for you
in all the places
my soul lingers,
but I find
no peace.

I walk in the shadow of great men, least I stand, humbled

I do not know what I may appear to the world;
but to myself I seem to have been only a boy
playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself
in now and then finding a smoother pebble
or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst
the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered
before me.
Sir Isaac Newton

I have always known
that at last I would
take this road, but yesterday
I did not know that it would be today.
Narihira

One day people will touch and talk
perhaps easily, and loving be
natural as breathing, and warm as
sunlight; and people will untie themselves,
as string is unknotted, unfold and yawn
and stretch and spread their fingers;
Unfurl, uncurl, like seaweed returned
to the sea. And work will be simple and
swift like a seagull flying; And play
will be casual and quiet as a seagull
settling. And the clocks will stop, and
no-one will wonder or care or notice,
and people will smile without reason,
even in the winter,
even in the rain.
A.S.J. Tessimond


" There are moments in my life,
that are so fathomless and deep,
that even I cannot recognize
the shadows residing in the quietness."
Juneta Key

"The time has come," the Walrus said, to talk of many things; of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax, of cabbages, and Kings..."

stones

I seek the wisdom
of stones.
For they come
from the basement
of time,
and bear history
to all the wisdom
and folly
of man.
I wait for them,
as I always have,
to rise up
and speak to me.

I strain to hear...

Why do they
remain silent?
All that is hidden,
will be revealed.
But still
the stones sleep,
and I await the dawn.

I am a child,
playing with stones
in the street,
hoping the rocks themselves
will stand up and sing.

always...still

Softly I whisper
to you now,
for my words
are for you alone.
I wish I could
give you
all the gifts of heaven,
as you do for me,
when I look into your eyes.

If I were painting
the face of an angel,
yours would be
the only face
I would see.

Are we falling,
or flying?

There's no point seeking a remedy for a thunderbolt

gift

Water,
How it calms me.
I sit here on the shore,
and it comes to me
that every drop of water here
travels far to connect
this place
with many others,
and I see you in all those places.
If I reach down
and touch the water,
part of me will
wash away
and forever
diminish me as a whole.
But the hope that one drop
will reach you, and link us
if only for a moment,
sustains me
for one more day.
So I will take
each of these days
as a precious gift
to still me
against all things
that would seek
to undo me.

Meus Captus Cor

Your voice
sings to my heart,
your eyes,
look straight
to my soul,
and for a moment
all I am
and all I will ever be
will never be the same.
You bring the winds
of storms,
and only thunder
clears my mind.

In a flash
of lightning
this will be over
and all that will remain
of you
is the passing
of distant showers.

born

All that is born
of thunder and lightning
does not the day last.
It is merely
a birth of form.
That which lasts
comes from the heart,
but is born
of the mind.

Truth, like wisdom,
is always where you find it,
and where it finds you ...

In Memory of a true friend

Now I can cross the shifting sands...

reason

This...
is not
what we are for.
This is
how we fill the time
between
one great moment
of reason,
to the next.
Heaven sees us
and hell awaits
our arrival...
So much time wasted.
All the seconds
tick down
on my life
and the last
great moment of reason
eludes me still.

"Tell us of the fall of Heroes"

wind

Listen
to the wind,
and hear the sound
of my heart breaking
as it moves
through eternity
on its way
to a place
where angels
still weep
over the souls
of those
who have lost
all love.

wisdom

Men,
in their infinite greatness
keep their worldly knowledge
written down
in books and scrolls
and so sell to all
who would pay the price
for that which
should be earned.
But their wisdom,
they keep close at hand
to be shared with
angels and saints

path

Eventually
all things
merge into one.
The truth is always
the truth,
no matter where you find it.
Wisdom is always wisdom
whether found in heaven
or hell.
There is only
one answer,
one path to take,
one chose to make,
and this you will know
when it is time
to choose.

deeds

Great deeds go undone, while men of great stature
stand idle.
So men of lesser worth are elevated by fortune
and need.
In their ranks, count I as one.

time

In the fullness
of time,
all that we have
strived to build
will lay wasted.
great monuments
will not bring back
the dead they honour.
so the causes
that men live
and die for,
will lay forgotten,
remembered only
in unread books,
stacked high.

truth

I know now,
there is no
one thing
that is true.
From dawn
till dusk
in the shadows
of all
that lay
in between.
the truth
is where
you find it,
and also,
where you don't.

Eris Quod Sum, I am what you will be

Pen to Paper

If I was
not so compelled,
Never again
would I
pick up this pen
and put on
unforgiving paper
that which
stays best
in my heart
and in my head,
but instead
aches to be released.
Though it be
not worthy
of even
lesser men,
It is
in the end,
all I have
that is
truly me.

victory

I have
a mind to,
and a way
of being
likened
by few,
and so admired
by still fewer.

In life,
as in love,
you hold the field
till the end
of the day,
and hope
that victory
is sweetly still
after the loss
of all that would flower.

One such as I
is not meant
to know love,
though
I have known her.

So victory
is for
the morning air,
and she lingers
with me
only in my dreams,
of which
dawn
has cast oddly
a shadow.

So distant
from me
is she now,
that my heart
surrenders.
All this
have I lost
this bright day.

rise

Late in the evening,
long after
the moon rises,
I walk through my home
and all my many things
speak to me,
in a voice
not always bad
though not
always good.
And then I kneel
and pray.
God really never
speaks to me,
though sometimes
he does hear me,
and he always knows
I am hear.

And all my dreams, torn asunder

destiny

What will history
make of me
When I have passed on?
I am such a small man
with a small life,
and my impact on those
around me is virtually
nonexistent. . .
Still I hope
somewhere there will be
a line or two written
with my name,
hopefully not to unkind.
I have waited for destiny
to find me, all my life.
Maybe I should have gone
looking for it.

dawn

Honour binds,
and dark thoughts
will pass.
Dawn breaks,
ghosts retreat,
and the truth
will find light.

solitude

I am driven
to solitude
so much so,
that I
long to escape
even my own thoughts,
and leave behind
all that is,
and all that was,
for a future
void of human touch. . .
I can not run
from my own mind,
hard as I try.

Now we see but through a glass darkly

human

If I shed
this tear
that is about
to fall,
I risk
being human,
again. . .
A world
I thought done with,
long ago.
A journey
from the most
profound darkness
into the light,
which is
my ladies eyes.
All this
to once again,
feel love.

untitled

Compassion,
I like it not.
It seeps with venom
from my soul
to fall
bottomless,
in a sea
of discontent.

An ocean vast
it is,
filled with tears
shed in vain
for the wanting
of a true feeling
to emerge,
unbidden
by the crowd.

untitled

Why do we
await the coming
of dawn?
Is it the
anticipation
of the light,
a new day
full of wonders.

Or,
are we running
from the darkness
of night,
of all things
hidden in shadow.

untitled

These dark emotions
which at times
threaten to
overwhelm us
can be bridled,
and used. . .
For without the darkness
how would we know
the light.

The Sleep of Reason

the path

My fall from grace
was years ago,
and my story
from then till now
is as long.
This line
I follow
though difficult
to see
in the darkness,
holds me on a course
I am destined to follow.
I walk this path,
alone,
following no one,
and leading none.
It is here
that I am
most at ease.

who

Who will sing my song
when I am Gone?

Who will know
what I have known
these many years?

When I am
as the mist
that gently surrounds
still waters,
will there be on
who will remember
my deeds?.
One,
who will mourn
my passing
and honour
my spirit. . .

one

I leave you
at days end,
with a piece of me
meant only
for you.
And take forth
from you,
that,
which is meant
only for me,
so that in time
we cease to be
what we were,
and become
one, for all time.

The memory of shadows

I knew
this day
was coming.
I just did not know
it would be today.
<->
I spend to much time,
talking with the stone.
<->
Honour binds...
and dark thoughts
will pass.
Dawn breaks
ghosts retreat
and the truth
will find light.
<->
Did you look
into his eyes?
Did you see
into his soul?
Before you judge him,
make sure
all that you know
is true,
and that
what you see
in his eyes,
is not just a mirror
of yours...
<->
In the end,
you start thinking
about the beginning.
<->
Not only
do I want to find out
who I am,
but I want
to know,
who I was before.
<->
Regret...
It is a beast
that arrives
in the deep darkness
of night,
uninvited.
<->
We are magnificent
are we not,
In our complex nature
we hide our true selves.
<->
I am more
than this shell
in which I exist.
My soul
lives in a thousand houses,
and my spirit
soars free.

My thoughts, but not my own

Here I am, an old man
in a dry month.
Being read to
By a boy
waiting for rain

T.S. Elliot

He reads much,
He is a great observer, and he looks
quite through the deeds of men.
He loves no plays,
As thou dost, Antony
He hears no music.
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
as if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit
that could be moved to smile at anything.
Such men as he be never at heart's ease.

Julius Caesar, William Shakespeare

I can as easily still the fierce tempests
or stop the rapid thunderbolt, as command the motions
and operations of my own mind

John Adams

Little do [we] perceive what solitude is,
and how far it extendeth, for a crowd
is not company, and faces are but a
gallery of pictures, and talk but a
tinkling cymbal where there is no love.

Sir John Lubback



Invictus (1875)
Out of the night that covers me,
black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
looms but the horror of the shade,
and yet the menace of the years
finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
how charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley

God sends meat,
and the devil sends cooks

John Taylor

Cowards die many times before their deaths,
The valiant never taste of death but once.

William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

Cast me gently
Into morning,
For the night
Has been unkind.
Take me to a
Place so holy
That I can wash
This from my mind,
The memory of choosing
Not to fight.

Sara Mclachlin



The Demon, in my chamber high,
This morning came to visit me,
And, thinking he would find some fault,
He whispered: I would know of thee.

Charles Baudelaire

Bows and Arrows Against the Lightning

the coming

Gentle spirit
Fill my heart,
ease this rift
in my soul...
I await the coming
of the master teacher,
in whose presence
we may learn the teachings of the light.
It is a gift
to each of us.
bit of the Eternal
Spark of Life,
knowledge enough
for a thousand lifetimes,
and wisdom so great
as to fill my soul.

the hill

The other side
of the hill,
there is a place
short in mere distance
but a long flight
for imagination.
Fought over,
sought after,
and told of
in stories of old,
just
over the hill.

I have never
been there
but I know it
quite well,
or maybe,
it knows one
like me.

I could
leave the house
follow the path
and climb the hill, but I do not.

Though
I think of it often,
it is a journey
I often start
but never finish.

whisper

My soul
ever immortal
is so
very tired.
I grow weary
of this life,
and what honour
I carry
lies ruined now,
with only
a whisper left.
Few can hear it, even my ears strain
to hear its song.

searching

She sleeps
so restful,
and I stroke her hair
and touch her cheek.
The answers
are not always
found in books,
but this lovely lady
could be the answer
to so much.
How often have I
been a home
for lost souls,
for they seem to
search me out,
or maybe
I search for them.
But she is not lost,
she merely landed
on my window sill.
Lovely to gaze on,
but if she stays
her presence
will fill you
with her own spirit,
enough to take sail
and fly. . .

truth

I know now,
there is no
one thing
that is truth.
Eventually
all things
merge into one.
Wisdom is always wisdom,
whether found in heaven or hell.
Everything is true.
From dawn till dusk,
in the shadows
of all that lay
in between.
The truth
is where you find it.
and also
where you don't.
There is only one answer,
one path to take,
one chose to make,
and this you will know
when it is time
to choose.

spaces

For all things,
and all times
always
it is the same.
The dusk
that follows the dawn.
The heartbreak
that comes with love.
The fear
in mortal man
that dwells
in the heart
of the gallant.
It is
the spaces
in between such
that one
lives his life,
and defines
his existence.
But for I,
It is merely
the slight pause
before the inevitable
end
which comes
in time
to all things.

for love

I have loved you
forever,
for all my life.
Even before we meet,
my heart was
in love with you.
It matters not
the distance
that separates us,
for I see the world
through your eyes,
and guide myself
with the touch
of your hands.
No day is ever wasted
in your company,
and forever seems
too short a time
to be with you.
Would that I could
bear to you
all that is
in my heart.
But countless
are the volumes
it would take
to tell you
what I can
only express
with a kiss.
Fortunes fate
shines forever gently
on me.
For blessed
is the man
who finds
the love of his heart,
in the heart
of his love.