Intimate focus….
              exceptional restraint….
              the aesthetic quality of
              the male body….
              naked and quivering….
              through force….
              performing upon command….
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I dream a little dream… .

retrospective thought
introspective action
my continual reaction
                          to
isolated
idolatry
 
 
 
 
 
 
ironic ain’t it?!

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
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

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

INTRICATE LIVES
COMPLICATED PEOPLE
 
 
 
THE SIMPLE PROCESS OF RECOGNITION AND ANALYSIS
 
reserved
bubbly
quiet
relaxed
confined
nervous
dark
 
 
the watchful eye of one detached

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

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

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

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)

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.

Sleep depravation
bewilderment
fear
paranoia
wonder

need

Amazement surrounds
hope abounds

belief and enlightenment
confound

abandonment of fear
shocks me
yet
refreshes

A vastly different Monday