a dream of flying

the soul sword flies
the mind edge restless
sleep nyx denies
thoughts are endless
I feel the burn
of morphean grace
the dream I yearn
of a lost face
I hear her song
caressing the air
to love belong
I spite depair
sometimes better
of her forget
yet in this letter
I have no regret
so now I know
twas not a dream
my love will show
my heart redeem

one of mine, friends and students

one of mine, friends and students



this urban stagazer

a point of constellation

my life egde of a razor

the taste of education



never cry my sky

true love stars remeber

this tender lullaby

a star's eternal ember



through the pain alas

I do know now finally

the subject my own class

the elusive pronoun "we"



sword and words I thought

were gifts quite petty

in these things I've taught

be shakespeare or bonetti



yet in this memory

this ancient heart uplift

my song has now a key

our bond is our gift



what is it I say?

live, love, fight and be free

i will show the way

and given the best part of me

passion and consumation

"la spada infuocata vive, si nutre e respira, ebbro di sangue brucia la spada quando la bacia"

feeling the love

I love the british, their gift for understatement is boundless - only they can say with any credibility " I haven't seen you for ages" ( any time frame from 20 minutes to 20 years ), " He isn't at all well" ( upon notifcation of contracting bubonic plague or leprosy ) "that was absolutely beastly" ( upon evidence of ritual cannibalism )and my personal favorite " it's a bit sh*t" ( a level of equivocation only the english are capable of ), being an American, which my UK bretheren thinks is a unforgivable flaw but they are so damn polite about it. Cheers

I love the saffers for their instinctual accomadation and their wholehearted celebration of life. Give tem good food, good wine and great music and they will made the gods weep in envy. That's because " I was the best fake boyfreind eva" and even hen you answer a question in Afrikannes in Korean they laugh and smile.

I love kiwis because they are the most mellow human beings I have ever met. There is a flow, uncomplicated but far from simple. You couldn't ruffle their feathers if you hit them with a sledgehammer. Their only response " I've been hit harder in rugby mate, not like that ponce American football you blokes play, pads are for girls."

lastly my kinfolk the Irish, their sing song consumation of life and love. Is like the anticipation of biting ambrosia. There is a reason the goddesd Brigit embodies fire and poetry. Be "Grand" be "Brutal" but always be.

learn to yield, rule the field

learn to yield, rule the field

that is all I know

this ghost of metal, touch of petal

a current of the flow



time to heal, the shadow's meal

that this heart devour

wisdom shown, what is unknown

the sharpness of the flower



call to me, my soul free

this love I do contain

I can't refuse, the sultry muse

who am I to complain



and to the fight, I shall write,

the poet's boon and curse

conquer the beast, on it's heart feast

the dragon slain by verse

Never put a sword in the hand of a man who cannot dance

Never put a sword in the hand of a man who cannot dance

Shoes scuff, skirts twirl,
Hair in ribbons, longing eye
Cross the floor, ask the girl
Reach out hand, don’t ask why

In the music lose yourself
At that moment you are her’s
Holding all your wealth
As head to shoulder purrs

I would die for you, my lass
The love I endure
Nothing this moment surpass
No time to be unsure

And as we move to the song
For it is the fashion
The shining time never long
Consumed by the passion

Feel the dances magic,
That emotion all you’ll know
The song ending tragic
When you have to let her go

to vixens

to vixens



definition this goddess mocks

for many flow off tongue

the vulpine ladies embody fox

of steel, song and corset strung



with it the thrust and sever

with eyes and form enchant

these canis kin are clever

and earn the poets rant



softest coats of reds and whites

conquers all defenses

insturments a fight delights

the slavehood of the senses



and to this totem recieve

the wisdon to see deception

in its healing power believe

the fire of man's conception

worship

it is almost lycanthropic

the change, the surge

red hued vision myopic

child of the urge



calling me mistress moon,

i hope my soul suffice

embrace me my darling soon

justify my sacrifice



i do not challenge worse,

my spirit a vengeful wraith

my love blessing and curse

a reward for my faith



bring me to that heart

if it has the room

forever together yet apart

my cradle yet me tomb



listen to my feral howl

the love song I sang

emebr eyes beneath the cowl

caress with tooth and fang

purge long overdue

getting rid of many old books and cd's, I simply do not have the room, it's heartbreaking, like the memory of an old friend's wake, dressed in grieving black or an old lover's kiss laden company on a lazy winter sunday afternoon. But if they give pleasure to others that memory that limitless expanse between covers, good karma awaits.


gods donating the bulk of my library was like cutting off my own arm. It was a dream, I thought had died. A dream I had back when I was young and full of hope. Back in the day, my old dreams of a family of my own, owning a beachouse with thousands of books, But the good thing about dreams, you can always dream another.

cheers

I drink with gods

in the sacred hall

forget the odds

men and mosters all



shed no tear

touch cup to lip

this dragon year

gulp don't sip



relish these wars

that in us define

catch what pours

taste the devine



love entire

this poet's mead

revel in desire

a soul freed



in blurry veiw

none surpass

comrades true

so raise that glass



this is no boast

time to forgive

this honored toast

for we still live

training drills

training drills



FLESH, BLOOD, BONE



Flesh - Pick 1 cross pattern then Spell SLUT or SKIN in the English alphabet, with counters in Sigma, Lamda, Upsilon, Tau



Blood - Pick 1 cross pattern then Throat, Wrist,Femoral - with counters in RED 5



Bone . Pick 1 cross pattern then Spell BONE in the English Alphabet . with counters in Beta, Omega, Nu, Epsilon



HEART, MIND, SOUL





Heart - Pick 2 Cross Patterns plus Blue 4 - all thrusts to heart



Mind - Pick 2 Cross Patterns plus 2 Greek Alphabet Counter sets - EM spectrum



Soul - Heaven 6 plus 1 cross pattern plus 1 greek alphabet counter set - EM spectrum