POEMS
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Prologue and Quartet
Posted 9/10/23
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Prologue: The Man-Made Island
I who can go nowhere,
Raging and trapped
In this cold, watery environment
Salute the adaptive genius
Which allows you your freedom.
With myself destined as it were,
To collide with itself.
Quartet
(Written while flying over the Atlantic Ocean)
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Tentative Longings
Tonight
Lost in thought.
Going back in time
To the history of the moment.
A drop
In a swirling sea
Of ambiguous forethought,
And the knowledge that
All I am is not of my own making.
(Crossing over now)
N’est ce pas cherie?
Oui, c’est ca.
Le chose plus dificile
Est le chose que
Nous ne pouvons pas trouver.
Mais le chose est
Sous notre nez,
Regardant nous dans la face.
2. Anima
Qui est la liberateur
Do mon coeur?
Ou habite-elle?
Et comment s’appelle t’elle?
Je ne vois pas sa maison,
Et je ne sais pas sa addresse.
Mais elle est present
En tous les places de mon vie.
Elle me rempli
Avec raison d’etre.
Elle est jolie
Comme le printemps
Descendant du ciel.
Comme une ange
Qui me sauve de moi.
Je la vois,
Mais elle n’est pa la.
Suis-je aveugle
Ou simplemente bete?
3. Trust Life (and Goethe)
Returning,
We lean,
Reaching over the abyss.
Tottering,
Not knowing if we will fall
Or create a bridge
Over the yawning emptiness.
Around us,
People laugh, smile, talk,
Conduct their daily business.
Have they known this feeling?
Specks of dust,
We are blown over the void.
Some see it
And are motivated by it.
Some don’t
And are not.
4. Journey’s End
Feeling
Contracted to a point,
Not expansive,
Not encompassing all possibilities,
But a seed penetrating the womb,
Male, creative.
Sensing salvation.
Paradoxically sunk,
Dropped to the bottom.
Yet whole, relaxed,
Poised, certain,
In contact.
Anima, animator of my being,
Free my soul.
Expel the pretender.
Be the paradox
And reside in my being.
Home at last!
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