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A man, a plan – Panama

14 Oct

Damn, if he doesn’t look just like you

He will

I left room in my life for someone

Like you

Planned your life

In spite of

Or despite

Someone like me

Maybe now that she sees

How happy you are

She will

Come back

In time

You might too

Eventually, someday, maybe

She might find

A man with a plan

Same as me

With a little cut-out in the shape of a heart

Just like hers

So she can close the book

Slide it back into the empty spot

Where it belongs

And be content

With someone

Just like

We planned

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aibohphobia n. The fear of palindromes.

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Cuánto

10 Oct

How much can I miss you
Cuánto te extraño

no matter how the day goes
aunque no el dia se pase

I long for you each evening
te deseo cada noches

and every morning when I awake
y despierto todas las mañanas

my heart is full of you once more
reponer mi corazón con su fe

vista al lago

How deep is the night

Chapter 3 – The Silver Flute, Pt. 3

28 Sep

The confrontation. In her breathless trance I feel that I am becoming a shadow on the wall. I am volumizing – my insides fading out, while my body remains solid and a melody still flowing from her fingers. I open my eyes and exclaim, I felt myself disappearing! The person at my side laughs as if I am making a joke. She recites this poem to me:

The ceremony

Begins

As I gather supplies

For my journey

Over my shoulder

A flute made of silver

To guide me

And serve as protector

Led by the moon

Are my feet marching on

My eyes absorb her brightness

Mindless

Of my destination

Once there

We have a seat and play

The walls surround

Catch sound

Sending it every way and upward

Lovers swoon

At my sorrowful tune

While still others seem disturbed

Until finally I am desserted

Left alone to play a wind song for the birds of

Night and you

Have come to join me

I found her in a pool of her own blood. A bullet through her brain. Another drive-by shooting? Perhaps. Kids these days are so paranoid they probably thought she was planning to open fire with a small silver cannon. Anyway, no one saw the tire tracks inside the court until Dawn arrived and pointed them out to us. She had a special interest in the case. We at the precinct found her forte in seemingly meaningless crimes and especially murder, well – exploitable. I had to grin when I realized the pun I’d made in connection with the blood spattered sheet music spread all around the girl. It seemed she wouldn’t be around for a second refrain. I was just trying to make out some notes when Dawn explained the tracks were that of a motorcycle driven by a heavy set man in his early thirties. She had determined all of this from the width and pattern of the tire tracks – nothing more. It was the conservative, yet seasoned way he made his way around the small court that had her convinced the man who murdered this small, now silent angel was no kid.

Chapter 3 – Defeat

14 Sep

I’ve got a broken heart

The size of the moon

Never want to go back there

Not anytime soon

I am a child

In a grown-up game

Nobody ever told me the rules

Or taught me how to play

What’s so fair about love and war

Easier to die lonely

Than to ever know

You were once loved

What a shame

To die old and gray

Unaware of the pleasures

Never knowing this man with only a name

No face to place my adoration

Time was sixteen stones in our path

I was born

To hide away

Keeping the faith

To keep the beat

Of what is ours

Alive

Please tell me that my efforts will

Not end in defeat

Chapter 2 – For Babies

1 Aug

Today I realized what an incredible miracle your life will be. I gasped in amazement at the thought of your birth. You are not yet tangible and yet you have filled your mother’s belly with your presence. I can’t wait to meet you, child of light and love. Your life will be one of laughter and learning and imagination and will in turn give life to those around you.

December 1994 – Inspired by Heather’s baby Auna

Chapter 2 – Known

20 Jul

I have known you from afar

Often I have seen your face behind closed eyes

As the scenes I witness force darkness upon me

You are the light but silent, my woman child

Hear me well

I have a proposition for you – yes, you

He kisses her hand and

His lips are cold, but she thinks

Maybe not for long

I want you to be my wilderness

I will explore every part of you

And

I

Want to be explored

Our souls are now

Too separate

Let us come together

We can call it destiny

Or fate

Or we can call it love

We shall take this

You and me

And shape it into us

Come my love

And take my hand

He was strong

But so was she

Trembling into eternity

The dreamers

Walked together

Hand in hand

Into the darkness

And were illumined

By the sheer distance

Chapter 2 – The Dream Story

20 Jul

She sits

Faded green velvet chair

He stares

Through smoke filled air

The wallpaper looms

His eyes inviting

Her vision

Cloudy with drink

Spirits sent

And one white lily

More than handsome

Was this man’s beauty

And only in her dreams

He would come to her

She wouldn’t wait long

Her name he sang

A most exquisite sound

He spoke

And not in vain

With harsh determination

As in a dream

Her dream

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