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Look, Susana, I see you…
in my mind’s eye,
all dressed in primavera yellow,
heavenly apparition with angel face.

Listen, Susana, I hear you…
melodious voice in imagination’s ear,
climbing octaves like a dulce niña,
filling space with harmony’s grace.

Taste, Susana, the savory air we breathe,
creating ourselves in unmeasured realities.
princesa of ancient hope, you are my Babylon,
forging rescue from this mortal dream.

Feel, Susana, the immortality I release to you.
whispered senses pulsate softly with exotic promises
through pearly strands of hair, dangling curly, then
springing, now swirling in love’s rapid stream.

you forgot about me
the artisan who promised
to build you a palace
and create a kingdom
where subjects
would fall at your feet
and admirers would fear
to look at your
beauty. I am the artisan
who boasts a craft of beauty
and love, weaving and threading
my Lover into the essence of
essentiality…the perfection
of love crafted by the artisan of love.

Ancient Babylonian oft kept his art in a jar
Boasting a craft of unspeakable, unsculpted love.
Forging upon his Bronzed ballast, once came
Hammurabi only to shimmer, and wept he,
To look upon such hidden divinity dressed
In Lapis Lazuli, her heart, and soul in beauty cast.

The atramentous maneuverings of many things presage
What errors of men will bend the arrow of rage.
The equanimity of nature dethroned and displaced
Finds unlikely characters playing the race.
Mantras of contrivance and stealth
Mark their conspiracy and wealth.
What method to this madness precludes a greater guilt?
Or memoried monument to evil built?
Duplicity in malevolence, they argue is right.
Clandestine canopy of night makes might!

Stealthily in the morning dark, step I in shadowy spaces.
Perception, Reason, and Apprehension always accompany me!
Oh, such faithful, willing companions to befriend me so.
Across the arid mountains of yonder I long to go.
Yet, in the sweet, moist valleys I linger to stay.
Only one of the stepping shadows shares a secret of mine:
That in my daily places to ponder or linger, while
Dusk mimics the dawn of an opposite sky…
In the moment, when the day is done, ’tis Apprehension
That easily convinces to be so true a friend of no pretensions.

Divorce is a sadness of the heart.
A child is frightened by the mystery of dreams
That come from a world so rich and surreal…
So far away and so close.
Their shadows distance courage far from the little heart.
Divorce takes the brightness away from tomorrow.
A child is alive with the imaginations of the mind,
Which flash and dance mocking mere reality…
So far away and so close.
They snuggle warmly into the safe spot of the heart.
Divorce places the innocence of youth in tears.
A child’s innocence is the source of all the world’s tears.
They come and go without warning and never stay very long…
So far away and so close.
They bring life worth the waking to youth’s growing heart.
Divorce takes the sweetness from the water I taste.
A child gives sweetness to the lives of waste.
All the sadness…
All the darkness…
All the brokenness… mended by the child of grace.

Dancing horses spiral across stolen, dark
Spots of hidden spaces, with querist’s faces,
Searching the night for ancient traces,
Inking clues that blot the beckoning mark.

Painted stones steer seekers to the sight,
Brightening the past of primeval rites.
Prancing stallions spiral up the slanted walls
Divining a future that waits to tell all.

Their twirling motion suffuses the meaning
Of all the colors now blending, now streaming,
Spelling no answers to an unrhyming riddle,
Locking and unlocking the myst’ry time harshly riddles.

It is her pragmatic individuality,
Her sociable consciousness, if you will,
Which innocently casts an impercipient line
Before me…
Hooking,
Holding,
Entrancing,
And, eventually,
Nestling me
Into the basket of her affectionate intentions.

Is my love merely the tick-tock of this stolen moment?
Am I not the thoughtful one who completes you?
Do not your passions fill content?
Yet, why do you hide after a season of love?
Have you now become the clock empty?
Will you find happiness in the arms of earthly things?
How long shall I be your suffering angel?
Will you wish always for my celestial embrace?
Are you not comforted with your heavenly lover?
Do you not know these fleeting moments are secure?
Do these eyes frighten you away from my pendulate wings?
Do you not fear the rattle and wheeze of a discordant heart?
Does the dominance of inconsulate love become thy tear or fear?

Thomas was the first to disembark in old Jamestown
In 1630, he built a place where freedom should always sound
When Liberty called, Joshua held high the flag from ’76 till ’81
Scraped and bloodied and wearing the mark of a true American son
Thomas and Samuel with cries of freedom joined Nathan and George
From ’61 to ’65, the spirit of Liberty their courage bravely forged
My grandfather G. Thomas lived outside Liberty’s calling time
Then her torch lit the sky; he sent his blood to stop a war of crime
In ’44 and ’45 Liberty marked a star upon Jack Calvin’s sleeve
Surrounded by all the stripes they’ll permit a Leader of the free
Lift the torch; Leader return, bring your brother from ’50 till ’53
The fife and drum of woe held James back from the ranks for victory
Cried death,”bring me a brother’s innocent blood”. More and more
Erase with peace would Jeffrey the seething smell of the wage of war
Build walls of hate opaque. Soldier, Chaplain intercessor placate
Yet, Liberty stood silent for such a long time, from ’74 till ’88
Oh, Lady Liberty why do you call once more? I stand here before
Liberty’s Harbor’s Gates and Heaven’s Throne to plea respite, not war
Oh, God not my own-take not my own, Arbiter of Grace, awaiting Thee
I send my own to Baghdad’s dusty trail, my own Evan, awaiting Thee