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In the land west of Nod, the flesh of Gaia lies torn
Penetrated by bearers of succulence,
Here is found forbidden fruit, in this fertile garden,
Beauty incarnate, the seeds of truth wait.
But softness of its skin, ripe, tender,
It waits to be consumed

Solus he enters, name-giver man
The red ripeness of this seed beckons, pulls
It shows the reflection of his self, a passageway to his truth
An offer of fulfillment, purity untouched
Untouchable, by tradition, by God’s Law, forbidden

Alas Darwin dictates to primate man
Animal curiosity rules, conceit persuades
Desire dominate, manipulates, justifies
To reach out … to caress … to Know
To Possess.
The I that is Mankind is engendered
         The I that wants,
         The inherent vice that taunts
It is the hidden flaw, the denied reality
The final argument against omniscient omnipotence
Generating Greed, Covetousness, Envy, Lust
A wind rustled the leaves of perfection
Eden no longer awaits.
A beast has burst from the loins of man
To be his only true offspring.
The passion feeds it, its hunger grows,

Laden, the bough nods down, His arm extends
To caress the cool flesh of knowledge
Yes, to know All, to Truly know, to Possess
To own.

—NO—

Wind whispers down through the leaves
—No, man cannot take, it is for others to give—
Lust flows from fingertips to fruit, flesh unites
In unity man divides, passion consumes, fear divides
The Eternal Conflict is born.
The contact is lost, the seed still inviolate
The truth of flesh will, for a space yet remain out of his grasp
Yet the truth remains, the hunger feeds, growing strong

East of Eden the tender skin of the earth once more erupts,
A tainted meat now awaits,
Raw and bloody, this newly rent flesh harbours the seed
The truth of man’s love will metamorphose here
Chaos and confusion reign, simplicity is lost,
Now true beauty lies hidden beneath many layers,
Reality springs forth; man’s existence is at last defined

**

A serpent smiles, the smile of true knowledge
The juice of the truth on his lips
The flesh of the fruit peacefully awaits
For fulfillment, for the fall of woman
For Man had already fallen.

 

Written for and submitted to an English Club journal (and rejected).

The long ivory,
cool, smooth;
soft, inviting
To reach out,
to feel the warm skin,
to gently bring her
to me to her,
I desire
     I long
        it becomes
The focus of my soul exists
in that curve flowing up,
drawing my eyes, my desire,
down to more curves, caresses;
The cool heat, the velvet ivory, the cooled passion
Once again – the desire:
impossible fulfillment,
     I rest, consumed.

Date unknown (late 80s?)

Two masks collide in the darkness.
Each is seeking it truth,
But observing only their realness.
Boredom and Loneliness sharing…there’s no fruit.
Two lawyers defining their arenas.
Unhindered by the other’s reality.
They interact independently.

The chance meeting, exchanging of tales,
Observing policies of the herd.
Despising the rituals, they strive not to fail.
Detesting each other, they won’t understand what they’ve heard.
So the deep pools lie unexplored,
Overflowing and empty. A meeting of gods.
Each was truth itself. Two walls collided.

The parallels separate, their functions performed.
Wandering the hazy infinite,
The encounters are endless, all are scorned.
Searching eternally of the Keys.
Hope stands always in the shadows ahead.
A magnet for our souls,
A curse for our minds.

Jan 29-31, 1987

Do I know where I’m
going to? Do I like
what life is showing
me? Do I Know?

Truth

Always hidden from yourself
And rapidly covered if it shows through
It’s presence denotes true wealth,
But most bid it ado.

As if God has decreed,
You cannot know yourself.
Still the soul fills with greed
And we seek with great stealth (annotate Yuch!)

With studies of psyche
And fledgling sciences we strive,
To understand the light.
We know it’s there, we’re alive.

It governs the life
And excites the mind
Truth is as a wife,
It’s there, but not mine

January 8, 1987—title added

amidst the troubled turmoil of modern days,
lies the lovely anguish of modern nights.
The pain of failure, the emptiness of accomplishment,
the joy of love, the fulfillment of partnerships

the opposites of life do pay,
they bring the joy of all fights.
Your inner emotions come forth,
then strip away to show the forbidden sights

January 30, 1985

 

The third poem written on this day. I have no idea who I was dating, but she sounds wonderful…

Her presence is an inspiration to blind
It drags you from harshness to splendor,
Sheer perfection is not easy to find,
But all that this one woman can render,
Is enough to make any man believe,
That her love is the ultimate to receive.

(Note: so even I can write really bad poetry!)

 

The second of three poems found on a sheet with this date.

Something given is something is something received,
To receive friendship is a blessing,
To receive love a glorious gift.
To have both, a priceless vase, so very fragile, so highly prized.
To possess is to own.
To share is to freely set free all that is possessed
If love is shared then the world is an open book

NOTE: all comments are made under the influence of a heavy dose of reality

 

 

Found on a sheet with three other poems dated the same day.

If none are had, then none are found,
If one is discovered then more are around,
Emptiness is consistent with desire,
But fulfillment can be a raging fire,

To want is to seek
for reward is not granted to the meek
To find is a great boon
But, alas too much will cause a swoon

One is a pleasure
But it attracts more
Two is not a treasure
but a situation to deplore

One begat two, two begat three
Three is a problem
It has no right to be.

So is it better for mind
to have none for all time
or to only have you find
that addition a is a crime.

 

Memory fails me. I’m going to guess I was dating someone and wanting to date someone else.

my love, runs deeper than the sea,
for her mind, her body, her life.
all the world for just her & me
so that together we could solve its strife

the glittering stars are her eyes,
and nights sky, was never lovelier more,
let us hope that all goodbyes
leave nothing but an open door

for us to cross into each others life
my heart is yours, here is a knife

 

This was dated March 17 but with no year. I found it in a pile of other poems written in 1983 so have dated it then. But I don’t really know.