OTHER IMAGES - This volume of poetry was composed in the 1988 and self-published via Vantage Press in 1989. Most of these poems I wrote between the ages of 16 and 17 years of age. It is a symbolic view of the world we live in today; the invasion of privacy, technology. isolation and ostracism, and the various difficulties one encounters in day to day life. It contains a mixture of styles, but has an overall semi-gloss of Surrealism and Romanticism that the reader views the text through. Experience the Next Itself.

OTHER IMAGES

In the barren age of ruins and chipped stone
A desolate desert where fierce sand blows
Dust across the surface.
A dedication to the stars is at hand;
The Rite is about to begin
To stir Hope in a healing Spirit;
The low dirge fades, and when it draws to a close,
Hearts will be at Peace.

The Mood transverses the Space of the Hour
As feelings become noticed,
And Mindfulness becomes induced into Being –
The Space of the Hour is hoped to last longer,
Before gods open the Mystic Door.

Deep Shadows of Love - Ah yes; the sentimental throes of love – how droll. Yet, for those who are in the midst of love, or have excessive dreams of hysterical passionate yearnings, ( or shall I say, “definitive subversive merging ” ) LOVE as an Entity becomes quite serious indeed. It is not droll for them, lost hopelessly in a illusionary world of unrealistic Idealism and awaiting possible betrayal. Yes, Love the Fantastic Cheese Maze of Mindful regardlessness. The Quixotic Massive Trap of Consciousness eh?

This book of Poetry is for those described above. It is filled with love poems and erotic musings. It is meant to dredge up guttural feelings that know no boundries, no nations, no countries, no rationalities. Here in the Realm of Love there is no satisfaction, and yet, no recourse to any kind of logical knowledge that might remedy the emotional situation. It is a fragile flower waiting to happen and bloom.

Here now is another version of Surrealism – the unexplainable and inexplicable. Love, in its Ideal form, conquers all…………but actually only when it is vicarious.
Herein lies the Ultimate secret. Loyalty is only really possible if you love something more than yourself, and your motives are purely sacrificial. Otherwise, LOVE becomes a quicksand of enormous proportions, and you sink deeper and deeper into your own desperate illusion; the corruption of the definition of your own personal situation.

Notice that LOVE, LOVE, LOVE has the same identical technicalities as PEACE, PEACE, PEACE. Neither can be achieved or sustained by force or coercion. Enjoy!

DEEP SHADOWS OF LOVE

Every pore of your skin
Every swirling curve of your body
I imagine closely
As I want to feel you deep inside;

In my outstretched arms
My embrace awaits
Studied resourceful,
I look at you
Those sparkling eyes awake beside me
And I am captured in their Sight;

Arriving in your joyous smile
Those painted lips which once I kissed
That Beauty that is sorely missed,
Now beckon me endlessly
To seduce my thoughts
And to fill my Mind with Ideals of Eternal Love
A ribbon of sensuous Energy
Coursing through my pounding veins
To reach my aching loins
Begging for release again;

My tired Soul
That searches for safe enclosure
Of Mutual Promise.

In the darkness of Midnight
While the children sleep in their beds
I will appear as a Spectre inside your dream
And silently arrive within the Vision in your Head;

You did not hear me glide towards you
Not a word was spoken of any kind
As I begin to kiss your tender sweet throat
And wrap my arms around you from behind;

Have I expressed or told you
The endless ache inside my chest,
To which you now find your Soul a part
Listening for the Secrets of my Heart?

You are filled with Oceans of Teal and Blue
The cascading waterfall of the Erotic,
While the spray of that desire mists the morning air
It is only your Name that God whispered;

The invisible weight of your world, my love,
Filled with worry, troubles, chains and trials,
I lift and put upon my back
And carry them for you all the while………..

So in that darkness of midnight
As you lie upon your bed
Feel my love and warmth, silent care
As your thoughts ask, “Where is my love?”
I have always been present
Inside your deepest dreams unaware.

The Last Cathedral: This is a book that simply appeared one day as a prophetic vison of the Surrealist future. It is a symbolic story set into a poetic form. The main idea is twofold: it represents an individual’s final struggle against himself to find and connect with spirituality and objective truth, and at the same time this person represents all of mankind’s struggle to seek the same goal in a world that is increasingly relative and filled with angst and temporary pleasures. What is life about? Why am I here? Where am I going? Who am I in relation to others? Who cares? That is always the final question in a world that believes in everything ( and hence, really believes in nothing).
This work will not answer any of those questions, but it will give you pause for thought about the illusionary world that we have constructed for ourselves and our relation to it.

THE LAST CATHEDRAL

Circles of scattered suns pulsing
Drive to the edge of the earth,
The desert dried and flaked every pore of skin
Until the sores appeared,
More coals to beget the ancient orange fires
Into Mayan lava tone excursions,
Knights enflaming the local molten Nymphs
Traffic Lights of White
Blinding him bright,
The quotes of the future newfound plague.

This was, he realized before he fell,
He remarked about his burned hands,
He clutched at the newspaper
Which turned, without sound, moving the pages
The blackened cities spoke of the demise
Of playgrounds for ages;
The universal Consciousness
Overcome by the Illusion of final escape.

Atmosphere of ashes and smoke,
Dead clouds within throats choke,
A Gnostic disguise
That lives within the Lies and Knives
Peering now from his text to spy
In the corner of the nervous eye,
While outside waits the Rat
The Hourglass he is staring at,
As his car goes speeding by.

OTHER IMAGES

In the barren age of ruins and chipped stone A desolate desert where fierce sand blows Dust across the surface. A dedication to the stars is at hand; The Rite is about to begin To stir Hope in a healing Spirit; The low dirge fades, and when it draws to a close, Hearts will be at Peace.

The Mood transverses the Space of the Hour As feelings become noticed, And Mindfulness becomes induced into Being – The Space of the Hour is hoped to last longer, Before gods open the Mystic Door.

DEEP SHADOWS OF LOVE

Every pore of your skin Every swirling curve of your body I imagine closely As I want to feel you deep inside;

In my outstretched arms My embrace awaits Studied resourceful, I look at you Those sparkling eyes awake beside me And I am captured in their Sight;

My tired Soul That searches for safe enclosure Of Mutual Promise.

In the darkness of Midnight While the children sleep in their beds I will appear as a Spectre inside your dream And silently arrive within the Vision in your Head;

You did not hear me glide towards you Not a word was spoken of any kind As I begin to kiss your tender sweet throat And wrap my arms around you from behind;

Have I expressed or told you The endless ache inside my chest, To which you now find your Soul a part Listening for the Secrets of my Heart?

You are filled with Oceans of Teal and Blue The cascading waterfall of the Erotic, While the spray of that desire mists the morning air It is only your Name that God whispered;

The invisible weight of your world, my love, Filled with worry, troubles, chains and trials, I lift and put upon my back And carry them for you all the while………..

So in that darkness of midnight As you lie upon your bed Feel my love and warmth, silent care As your thoughts ask, “Where is my love?” I have always been present Inside your deepest dreams unaware.