You?


there are a very few people
for whom I’d travel the world
without really knowing why
who cause me to manifest and amplify
the magic of creation
the mystery of attraction
the urge to see new things
and be new things
who make the world new
and, best of all,
for whom the world is new
because of me

Is that you?
June 30, 2011, Los Angeles

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Waiting


Collision. Divergence. Possibility and probability.
Space folds in ways we can describe, but not comprehend.

Something pulls you, and you look across,
In a direction to which you cannot point.

Take just one step;
Into a place of silvered skies that never darken,
Nor grow lighter,
Where you can count the feeble stars
And wait at the edge of a quiet, still pool
For… something.

She appears silently, standing next to you,
Gazing contentedly with you across the waters.

Neither of you
Waiting anymore.

June 12, 2011, Los Angeles

missed


missed.

opportunity
time
hope
friendship
laughter
coffee
cool days
warm nights
places never visited
bright eyes
soft lips
new memories
shared secrets
enthusiasm
artistry
trust
love
you

missed.

June 4, 2011, Los Angeles

The War Leader


Once you were my enemy sworn,
Back in those times when they gave me this name,
And I strode the continents without fear of any living thing
And more than a few that were not.

For all believed that I had forsworn love
And given myself over to baleful pursuits
That made the wisest among them
unable to hold my gaze.

And in those days filled with battles,
And with the metal ringing of swords and axes;
When naught but victory against your hordes
Filled my mind like lover’s lust,
I was content.

Aye, content to have my every thought
Absorbed as blood is absorbed by the coarse sand,
And to know without any faintest reservation
That on the morrow it would be the same.

And so you and I spent a thousand turnings of the seasons.
Ever throwing your minions against my defenses;
Ever met with cleverer stratagems and brutal forces.
Each engagement a refinement of my purpose.

And we raged upon the world, the very perfection of war.
For every lunge a riposte; for every ruse a counter-ruse.
And my days and nights were filled with a dark joy
That made my lieutenants quiet, grim and determined.

And then you stopped.
And there was no enemy to fight.

I howled my rage and shook my sword at the sky,
And swore to my own gods that I would find you, treacherous coward.
My agents swept the heights and depths of the world,
But you had vanished. You were no more, they said.

The people came slowly from their many hidden places,
And as they came to see the battlefields were empty
And the smithies cold without the need to replenish weapons,
Their own rapturous joy swelled into a great celebration.

I did not attend.

For I am the War Leader, and I have forsaken love,
And the continents where once I strode,
Fearing nothing living or unliving,
Sounded now of song, and no longer of the cries of desperate men.

Even as they sang my name and drank wine in my honor,
And looked with hope to their children,
I looked upon this world, and without rancor,
Knew that I had lost.

June 2, 2011, Los Angeles