In the Beginning Was The Question

Rainbow Angel Art by Qu Guangci and Xiang Jing (Ode-To-Art Gallery)
“Rainbow Angel” by Qu Guangci and Xiang Jing (Ode-To-Art Gallery)

Behold:
I offer you a plenitude
take it, go on, take.

Partake of preciousness;
oodles of opulence;
decades of decadence.
Delightful delirium.

Next:
drink of emptiness
sip,
sup from the cup
filled to overflowing
with nothingness;
an empty well;
everyman’s crucifixion.

Now,
draw a line:
in sand, up in the sky,
somewhere,
everywhere,
nowhere.

Then,
honestly tell me:
was it a gift~
or curse~
you partook of?

The look
on your face
betrays
you know not
what your life~
this lifetime~
is all about.

Or perhaps,
you were simply afraid.
Too scared.

Scarred?

To ask is to receive.
Answers often
aren’t soothing.

Truth torments.

All you knew~
felt~
was agony;
devastation of defeat;
the acrid taste
of wanton wreckage.

Counting fallen loves
gave meaning~
excuses?~
to years lost.

For whom?
For what?
But why?

Looking back is futile.
It is forbidden you.

In the comfort of lies
you sought solace.
Drunk in the muck
of momentary madness
you imagined
redemption;
temptations transcended.

Oh, holy fool!
Ask again.

Seeker,
drifter,
lover of leaving.

Who art thou?

Victim,
whore,
saboteur.

Who,
what,
pulls the strings
of your heart?

Who commands your soul?

Whom do you worship?

What god do you serve?

Watch how the moon
waxes and wanes.

Flirt with fate
no more.

Embrace your destiny,
not
someone else’s dream.

Time.

How much
already behind you?

How much
left
ahead of you?

Tick, tock, tick…

2015: A Year Of Goodbyes

When the end begins
say goodbye
to all regrets.
To the “yes
you never said.


Don’t feel bad
for mistakes
you need no longer make.
You’ve committed them all
if that’s even possible.


Adjust your sails
trim them tight
the ocean’s wide
allow its depths
to swallow
begotten sorrows.


Behold magnificence
almost in sight.


Cut all ties
to your sorry past.
If nothing more
just be glad
it didn’t last.


Ever mindful
eternally grateful
for what has passed.


Belong to no one.
Gather together
all the pieces of you.


Tattered bits
unwanted parts
scattered in the winds.
Accept and embrace
they were you.


Make whole
the holiness
that is you.


Renew
throw wide open
all the windows
leading to your heart.
Release her.


Make all your faces fit
the you
you hardly knew.


Resist the need
to rekindle ties
which no longer bind.


Make room for new loves.
Somehow
they do exist.


Create pockets of passion
allow them to blossom
in intoxicating fashion.


Conform to no one.
Compromise with nothing.


The year of goodbyes
is almost over.
Dry those tears.
Confound your fears.


Behold thy future:
Dazzling!

Who Will Write Our Story?

Wu Qiong, Artist
Art by Wu Qiong

Maybe it’s the child in me
merrily playing
with~
at love.
A silly game,
then another,
deliriously pretending
to be loved~
in love
with love.

You love me
a lot, a lot.
Or not.

Will you imagine
my fairy tale?
I see everything.
I have nothing
at all.

Is it the child in me
forever wanting
what
she cannot have?

Puella Eternis~
eternal child.
Wanting, needing,
never ending
want.

How do I dream
of coming home
to a place
I don’t belong?

What future
for life
lived
living
in the past?

And what of sorrows?
Aborted tomorrows
unmourned
unwept
unburied?

Sorry, oh so sorry, life.

How do I write
your name?
From whence
you came?

Who will sing
those songs
this heart
murmurs
in the dark?

Listen.
I hear you not.

Goodbye?
But,
you’re already gone.

Done living
done loving
done being.

Time flew
and yet
my life
was born~
of you.

Walking
under your shadow
crossroads
stopping, stumbling
waiting
a heaving sentence
pausing to wait.

But who will write our story?
Not to be read.
No.
But,
so as not
to forget:
no one
no life
is ever
for naught.

I, you,
we matter.

Time is late.
You and I
we are past
saying goodbye.

A kiss and a hug~
shelter for
the coming storm.

We have yet
to write this story.
Here, give me your hand,
I have a pen.

One River For Two

“A part of me never apart from you”

Tomebamba

River-11

Remind me again
why
exactly how much
i once
loved you.

Days…they distance.

You…so far away..

This distance
my heart’s dementia.

Me…am i losing you?

No reason
why you should
still
i wish you would
miss me too.

A part of me
never
apart from you.

Memories go
where this one river flows.

River move me
over to the other side
of tomorrow
where even sorrow
has no space
to burrow.

Toss away time.

When I’m with you
time is fickle.

Away from you
time trickles.

River remember~
tomorrow
there’ll be no time
to say:
“tomorrow, we’ll find time to make time”.

We have no time.

River carry me
bring me back
take me
any place
anywhere
in this lifetime
if you are
there
I belong.

River-10

River-2

 

Tomebamba-10

 

Tomebamba-2

River-3

River-3

River-5

River-9

 

River-2

 

Stealing Time

ChapelNights

Steal from time
jealously
pilfer each second
selfishly
possess every moment
knowingly.

Waste not
a single shred
of smile~
yours.

Spend preciousness
lovingly  gazing
at you.

For distractions
make no room.

None.

No attraction
is better
than being
with you.

I need not
own you
to love you.

You need not
return kisses
to have me.

Someday~
one day~
goodbye
will come calling.

Till then~

but not
until then~

hold my hand
in yours

Never let me go.

License To Live

“For you, with you, beside you~I’ll go with. Ask. Yes”

River_1507

Stop wanting
what’s possible~
the ordinary;
herd’s mentality.

Covet the unattainable.

Commit.

Conceive paradise;
life extraordinary.

Life ignores victims~
preys to foolishness;
imbeciles in waiting.

Waiting to live
wanting to love.

Empty.

Hearts ache
for universes un~chartered~
the unknown.

Unlock your  heart.

Long
for what’s
invisible
impossible
improbable
unimaginable
unthinkable.

Ignite worlds upon worlds.

Wander with soul
to places
yet to learn their names.

Where
fragile mind can’t grasp
clouded eye can’t behold
burdened body can’t entangle.

Gather together
fragments of a soul~
scattered;
once upon a time
shuttered.

Birth what has yet to be.

Die to desolation.

In despair beyond despair
lies life
lives love.

Bliss incomprehensible
joy unimaginable
rapture beyond rupture.

Heed
urgencies
claiming you.

Get lost
never to be found.

Allow this odd stranger
to hold you
in thrall.

Enthralled.

Under a spell
beyond salvation.

Live!

For you
with you
beside you
I’ll go with.

Ask.

Yes.