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She pins a tin medal upon a borrowed chest,
Speaking the unspeakable, which cannot be about me.
When the air fills with her gifts to me,
I feel weak before the sculpture of her faith.
Her words ring loud, deep, and eternal within my boyish heart.
When she soothes me with immortal melodies,
My world becomes a surrealistic Village gig
With Mozart, Beethoven, and Chopin…and if
Only for a drummer, I would worship her forever.

if tell you i love you…
believe me!
if i tell you that you are an angel…
spread your wings!
if i tell you that the sunshine begins in your eyes…
look at me with eternal brillance.
if I tell you tomorrow is ours today
lose yourself in the movement of soundless seconds.
never doubt
never guess
never ask
always believe and hold my words
as the LAW of LOVE.
if i tell you i love you…
build your henge to love me
if i tell you i love you…
always trust
always know
always answer
always believe and hold my heart.

If ever I could wish to swim among the stars,
If ever I could dream to touch the rings of Saturn,
If ever I could trust life long enough to understand,
If ever I could stride like a giant from galaxy to galaxy,
If ever I could hope to build a tower above the clouds of heaven,
If ever I could do anything good for all of humankind,
If ever I could believe in the promise of a rainbow,
I would know that you and I could circle the moon,
Catching cosmic beams of love and hope and promise.
Like a child who circles the lawn chasing fireflies;
If ever I could…
I would!

I,
In spite of my unfulfilled dreams,
In spite of my unbearables borne,
In spite of my unconnected pieces,
In spite of my uncaptured peace,
In spite of my unendurables worn,
In spite of my unexpected redeem,
I,
unrelentingly,
unremittingly,
unyieldingly,
unwaveringly,
emerge
on
the
other
side
of
the
shadow.

I was lonely.
You were lonely.
Loneliness consumed loneliness,
Creating loveliness.
And that is us sweet Moon,
Pure loveliness!!

I emptied my heart to find you.
Do you know where I left everything
Last night when you were sleeping?
I tried not to stop you from keeping
An understanding of my meaning
Or the acceptance of my leaning
Towards the mark of true love gleaning.

Air floating sinuously sets in motion the Asian morn. It
Puffs hot kisses to awaken me to an exotic world where
Ancient temples speak to the daylight of heaven’s skies.
Lazy moves, silent and yielding to the moment,
Compel me to give up the good visions of sleep
And rise up to breathe the air of one day further.
Full of motion and movement, songs of love
Sung from every soul that emerges come alive,
Making life expel its mysteries one more time
In the land of which I dream: it is the land of ancient
Kings and riddling tongues proclaiming the matchlessness
That is in every sweet moment when I dream of Thailand.

She, and her smile, are truly
The fulfillment of my dreams.
However teasing and fluctuating they may be,
However enlightening and overshadowing they may be,
However inspiring and deflating they may be,
However guiding and misleading they may be,
However focused and opaque they may be,
However happy and sad,
I become!

i love you Prima…so how do i tell you…?
can i show you the depth of my love?
how is it possible to give you roses
when they bow and droop before your smile?
how is it possible to give you sweets
when bitter is their taste to your kiss?
how is it possible to give you anything
when your love is brighter than the sun
and reaches higher than the bluest sky?
how is it possible to give you love or
barter love to you when you are the only star
of every night and the twinkle of every eye?

homo sacer, sacrificial man
inconsequential to the matter at hand
culture of violence, and violence begets
no self-consciousness is his regret.

a sovereign gaze of fear
in his own unclear sphere
are separate and separable zones
above and below his throne.

the difference between the real,
espoused by his supposed appeal,
and the fake demeanor he assumes
is one day sure to be his final doom!