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How many times have you been dragged?
How many dark secrets bear your blood and tears?
How do I make known such terrible sorrow?
How do you cover all these filthy stains?
How do I yet breathe when so jaded by my past?
How do I yet fall though the price I know?
How; when a friend's life its heavy toll?
© JBM April 1999
There is no lack of communication.
For our tongues do not stop
To appreciate silence.

Your presence consumes me
Filling me with heavy waves of ecstasy.
But all that rises must one day crash.

Like how your skin holds you in,
My past clings to my tomorrow--
And doubt leaks into the cracks.

Complicating simplicity.
To not take the risk.
A love so true, yet found homeless
                                          and unrequited.

Setting myself up for failure before I even attempt to try.

                  And still,
Deep within all that is who I am
I still feel as if it is you alone who can fill
This insatiable appetite.

Fear flows in,
and I wonder if there is even room
in my heart for desire.
Fare thee well by islets of time,
Beauteous blooms of fragrance; of thyme.
Gliding symphonies beckons thine eye,
Gentle minds float toward sky high.

O cues sung by the siren, allure!
Once, fusion of reason borne pillar.
Twice ponder, may our paths entwine,
Thrice to act, unlike the tranquil Seine.

Like angelic enigmas par Euler,
Soar upon the painted auric frontier.
Air fresh: an ebullient morning dew,
Wisdom: moisture for the thirsty few.

By spring fountain, if thou art inclined,
Bright sparrow among the bovine herd.
Lo, argent quarry of dust- liquid guile,
Behold, product beyond thunder- gale.

Scents of lavender assail thy sleep,
Euphoric dreams, we welcome with glee!
Sleepy horizons, a glorious dawn,
Morning filled with a trillion suns.

Some time, some day: travel the stars,
Mortal shackles unchain my awful maw.
Pupil of Aristotle, Darwin, and Vinci,
There lies truth; a transient hierarchy...

— The End —