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Hermaphrodite (b) by Artist—Poet
Pulverized veil of intellectual arrogance, of Mystery, concentric vortex, infinite birth, we profane, Violators, Ineffable Unison of the Person.
But, on us, with violators knowledge guilty, is dealt Divine Rage.
Horrifying, Inhuman, Terrifying, with scalpel precision of ferocious cruelty Incises the perfect spherical hermaphroditic head.
And with us, Remains the Taste of Blood, the inextinguishable Pain of tears firey red .
But from the blood gushes, indispensable unison, the inhuman force of life
And, in humble faith and prayer, as Salvifical yet Dangerous Survivors Wandering Radiating to unsuspecting passer-bys Light and Dark Love and Death. |
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BLOOD - BROKEN HERMAPHRODITE by Artist—Poet
Sickly sweet is the taste of Blood
Slowly dripping, soft and rhythmic, unstoppable, consistent.
Stunned, disoriented still spinning in disbelief the gaze, surprisingly alive.
Colourless, shapeless dense and dark fluid of death drifts away
leaving small traces, again of disbelief
And, as an even more Horrifying, Monstrous, Inhuman Being, broken hurt, cut and pained, I start my walk again, Alone. |
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DANCE by Artist—Poet
Me and you, it’s Dance.
You and I, it’s Beauty.
Your step: mine.
My eyes: yours.
Your look: mine.
My lips: yours.
Rhythm, beating, constantly, music interwoven with sounds, invisible, imperceptible vibration, Harmonious neurons (atoms of immortal Psyche?)
In constant conversation.
Intimate, intense interaction of separate, intimate twins.
So close they become one.
they know each other, more than humanly possible.
And, the more distant and divided, through fiery transubstantiation and intense visceral pain, the neurons seek each other out.
Synapses, imperceptible and invisible, patching the empty distances.
and, now, the shrieking disharmony of Passion -chess like- -black and white- illuminating, blowing, uplifting, light and slight, Dance of Love. |
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The Poetic Heart Miscellaneous |
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Soup
I saw a famous man eating soup. I say he was lifting a fat broth Into his mouth with a spoon. His name was in the newspapers that day Spelled out in tall black headlines And thousands of people were talking about him.
When I saw him, He was bending his head over a plate Putting soup in his mouth with a spoon.
Carl Sandburg |
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Time Too slow for those who wait, Too swift for those who fear, Too long for those who grieve, Too short for those who rejoice, But for those who love, time is Eternity. Hours fly, flowers die, New days, new ways, pass by. Love stays. Henry Van Dyke |
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The Speech Of The High One
From the Old Norse, The Poetic Edda (ca. AD 1200)
I know I hung on that windswept tree, Swung there for nine long nights, Wounded by my own blade, Bloodied for Odin, Myself an offering to myself: Bound to the tree That no man knows Whither the roots of it run.
None gave me bread, None gave me drink. Down to the deepest depths I peered Until I spied the Runes. With a roaring cry I seized them up, Then dizzy and fainting, I fell.
Well-being I won And wisdom too. From a word to a word I was led to a word, From a deed to another deed. |
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Moment Caught
Time flies, But discerning eye, With index poised Upon the trigger, Captures its fleeting contact, The significant instant Ensnared, Stealing the spirit of the moment, In a tangible, Four-cornered web of imagery.
Line, curve and texture bound Upon a surface, Before the now Escapes, Unique porthole, looking outwards Through another’s eyes, Messages of internal and external Recordings of light and dark, Living as contagious visions of Fragments in time.
S.D. © 2008 |
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Ode to the Creative Soul
Hour of dark, In love and struggle, Strength by artist’s pen Sparks the candle for Raising existence, Not razing life.
S.D. © 2008 |
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Innocence and Perception
God-like visions in child’s eyes, Fragrant gems drape from heavy-laden boughs, Adorning prosperous bushes Parading street corners, Adults walk by, unseeing.
S.D. © 2008 |
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From To You - by Walt Whitman
O I could sing such grandeurs and glories about you! You have not known what you are -, you have slumber’d upon yourself all your life;
The mockeries are not you; Underneath them and within them I see you lurk; Whoever you are! claim your own...
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You cannot hope to build a better world without improving the individuals. To that end, each of us must work for our own improvement and, at the same time, share a general responsibility for all humanity, our particular duty being to aid those to whom we think we can be most useful. - Madame Marie Curie (won two Nobel Prizes but was never admitted to the French Academie des Sciences). |
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To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all." - Oscar Wilde |
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Not Alone by Earl Waller
For now that I have gone home It is time for you to hold the throne To fear the least my young child Just know that you are not alone.
To hear the whispers and see the flickers To remember our long jokes and little snickers To avoid any groans and moans Just know that you are not alone.
For a vision that may overtake A sight of me you may mistake For what I’m now could be a stone Just know that you are not alone.
Within this world of great deceased I bring about you joy and peace And with every smile on your face it’s shown So just know you are not alone.
And again we will be as one Within this heavenly place called home Until then, just know that you are not alone.
And that you are still alive In you my child I shall reside But one day eventually you will see The same treatment done to me- In which my master will set YOU free.
Japan by Earl Waller
Born an American But I was raised multicultural I’ve ventured too many places But this was the most historical.
An island all by itself by the name of Japan With a make-up similar to an architectural plan Where from a birds-eye resembled no ones land Afraid of whether or not I’d land.
Once on my feet I begin to reminisce On a life that I’d truly miss In desperate search of a trustee That whom was the same as me.
Mesmerized by the paintings that lay upon the walls, Aligned sightings of a dragon holding crystal balls, Ladies dressed in golden kimono robes, Tables set up with many different origami shows.
As I watched them it seemed like fancy tricks, For some odd reason they ate with sticks, With music that seemed like the Japanese blues, It was then I noticed the mats that stated: “please remove your shoes.”
To me this seemed as something new, Something in North America I would not do, From that moment I knew,- This was going to take some getting used to.
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“If I had but two loaves of bread, I would sell one and buy hyacinths, for they would feed my soul.” - Koran
“One should eat to live, not live to eat.” — Mouliėre
“The defect of equality is that we only desire it with our superiors.” Henry Becque
“Old age is not an illness, it is a timeless ascent. As power diminishes, we grow towards the light.” May Sarton
“Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.” —Mark Twain
“People ask for criticism, but they only want praise.” - W. Somerset Maugham
“We find fault with perfection itself.” - Blaise Pascal
“Please all, and you will please none.” - Aesop
“Outside show is a poor substitute for inner worth.” - Aesop
“The Lord prefers common-looking people. That is why he made so many of them.” - Abraham Lincoln
“Be careless in your dress if you must, but keep a tidy soul.” - Mark Twain
“I would rather be able to appreciate things I can not have than to have things I cam not able to appreciate.” Elbert Hubbard
“Children require guidance and sympathy far more than instruction.” - Anne Sullivan
“What a commentary on our civilization when being alone is considered suspect; when one has to apologize for it, make excuses, hide the fact that one practices it—like a secret vice!” Anne Morrow Lindbergh
“The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.” James Russell Lowell
“Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.” Benjamin Disraeli
“In youth we learn; in age we understand.” - Marie Von Ebner-Eschenbach
“Zeal without knowledge is fire without light.” - Thomas Fuller
“The only Zen you find on the top of mountains is the Zen you bring up there.” -Robert M. Pirsig
“One fifth of the people are against everything all the time.” - Robert F. Kennedy
“I have no country to fight for: my country is the earth, and I am a citizen of the world.” - Eugene V Debs
“Nature is the art of God.” - Dante
“The good neighbour looks beyond the external accidents and discerns those inner qualities that make all men human and therefore, brothers.” - Martin Luther King, JR.
“Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.” - English Proverb
“There are two levers for moving men—interest and fear.” - Napoleon 1
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“Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.” - Aldous Huxley
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