Intimate focus….
exceptional restraint….
the aesthetic quality of
the male body….
naked and quivering….
through force….
performing upon command….
I dream a little dream… .
isolated idolatry
retrospective thought
introspective action
my continual reaction
to
isolated
idolatry
ironic ain’t it?!
mutated visions
the archaic nature of dreams
the void of reality filled by subconscious imagery
unimaginable through day
repulsive or
resplendent to the waken mind
reflective
if displaced and mutated
desperation and despair
desperation and despair
the time for consolation is lost
there are no options remaining
I now have to do what I do not want
I must face the prospect of
commiseration
desperation and despair
the time for comfort is lost
there are no options remaining
I now have to do what I do not want
I must face the prospect of
celebration
desperation and despair
the time for solace is lost
there are no options remaining
I now have to do what I fear most
I must face the prospect of
glorification
unquenched
the unquenched fire deepens, day by day
watching the line of the legs, the walk
throwing fuel on the fire in an effort to quench it
the flick of the fingers, the movement of hands
the fire intensifies to white heat
the dream of reality and the reality of dreams
nearing an explosion of deep burning need
to sleep perchance to dream, to dream perchance to sleep
to live
perchance to live the dream
detachment
INTRICATE LIVES
COMPLICATED PEOPLE
THE SIMPLE PROCESS OF RECOGNITION AND ANALYSIS
reserved
bubbly
quiet
relaxed
confined
nervous
dark
the watchful eye of one detached
hiding
FADING INTO TWILIGHT
ASHES INTO DUST
TRY AS I MIGHT TO AVOID IT
HIDE I MUST
HIDDEN FROM VIEW
SHADED FROM LIGHT
HIDING FOR FEAR
OF EXPOSURE
OF THE MORE
UNDESIRABLE PARTS OF ONE’S SELF
FRAMED
THE FRAMES OF LIFE
THE FRAMING OF LIFE
THE FRAME OF ONE’S LIFE
THE LIFE OF A FRAME
THE LIFE OF FRAMING
OH FOR THE SWEET SMELL OF A NEW LEAF OR
ON THE HORIZON OF A NEW BEGINNING
control
The wonders of reliance on something
you do not control
the power of control
and the control of power
your personal power controls
your success
happiness and
your control of others
and your control of yourself
A loss of control and I am left
floundering, flapping
in the Monday breeze
black
losing light
losing sight
losing height
losing might
losing will
falling hell
falls around me
cocoons me
protects me
entraps me
angers me
want to fight
got no might
the black cloud engulfs me on a monday morning
is it the world turning black or just me?
(Actual date unknown – likely sometime in May 1996; also posted in Angelish 2001)
To sleep, perchance to dream.
The prospect of sleep remains a dream.
The sweet promise of relief
a burden on my waken mind.
Some will say the mind will dream whilst awake
if not given the chance in slumber.
To sleep, perchance to dream.
To walk, perchance to dream.
To dream, perchance to sleep.
anonymity vs acclaim
My desire for anonymity, contradicts the acclaim I require.
(rough version)
(Actual date unknown – likely sometime in May 1996)
hope abounds
Amazement surrounds
hope abounds
belief and enlightenment
confound
abandonment of fear
shocks me
yet
refreshes
A vastly different Monday