A Game of Desire
My Chinese chess set gazes at me with mystery and transcedental desire.
Knowledge is a game and experience is an illusion.
Capacity is the carpet ride and guts launches the adventure.
My Chinese chess set challenges me to seek knowledge and be patient.
The patience I lack and the repetition of mistakes costs me in every way imaginable.
To become more advanced, I must find a purpose in my moves.
My Chinese chess set celebrates beauty through carvings and fluidity.
Limitless rules that crown the achiever for attaining the most in the now.
He who glides with the cherry red dragon drops in on the perfect wave.
My Chinese chess set has molecules bouncing around.
If I stand in the panoramic view one more time and bounce shades of nothingness
off of my hopeful soul, then I will simply continue what Iíve always done:
a whole lot of nothing.
However, if I seize this new day with a sense of something calm, forbidden by those
who I simply know are wrong, a move through the everything with the real
me striding comfortablyóI will win.
The last shadow on the desert plane
My tie and business suit are sassy and recalcitrant in the desert wind
I sway and laugh like a madman
Do they miss me at work?
I cross over a small, pure, dry hill
I donít care anymore
My nose burns and I donít care
I hate the coke but it tastes horrible
My car is unlocked and I donít care
Some day the will find me here
Alone with my bones
The jellyfish roams around so light and airy
The sunís rays glide with oblong movement through the coral
A scandalous character that I meet night after night
My life in review is highly unimpressive
They say: Youíre intelligent
They say: You are talented
They say: Youíre doing a good job
They say: You are funny
But, um, you dumb mother fucker, there is a huge fucking difference....
Between the real me and whatever it was I, um, was talking about.
Tiffany, April or Rachel in the Moonís Good Graces
Scouring gaunt and fleshy scenes
I worry about my mind
Forget about a soul that lost a love in a domed prison
Forget about a tree that stopped growing
Forget about a lustful meadow where the children no longer romp
Give me one last shot at red hot love with a like-mind
Give me a project where I work and feel needed
Give me a silk sheet to drape over my head late in the evening as
The wind blows cool and lively slivers of nature cross my face with the killer instinct
Let the heat in my body lovingly clash with the night wind
Let there be a young woman in a porcelain hand capture my heart
Let their be spooning, an embrace and a tussle under the silk
The Lid on the Ocean
At the top of a mountain with the world at her feet,
She strived for dominance with grit and no fear of defeat;
Her lovely intelligence propped up with fanfare
Served to destroy a past life that was bare;
With the coming trees and pastures of gold,
She was no longer reminded of the troubles of old;
A foot on the ground kicked at the sand;
Comfortable lips separated as she ran.
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