Lust is no more physical than
love. Feeling is the fuel that feeds that fire, A
flame that might, controlled, pure pleasure prove. The
language of the psyche is desire. One is dragged towards
ecstasy by need: For power, vengeance, salience,
self-esteem. One wants sometimes to make one's landscape
bleed, To penetrate the borders of the dream. Lust's
a fantasy, sometimes made real, Oft sustained by willful
ignorance. The more one sees, the more one's apt to
feel A need for what the love of others grants. Within
love's bounds, lust can be a joy; Outside of love, it is a
child's toy.
I FEEL AS THOUGH MY HEART LAY
BLEEDING
I feel as though my heart lay
bleeding On a countertop. The pain is like a
flooded scream That cannot, will not stop.
I
cannot live, I cannot breathe; Pain is all I do. I
cannot think how I can be Long living without
you.
Ah, God! I want you back so bad That
I would gladly die To hold you in my arms again And
not care how or why;
To hold you in my arms
again And tell you of my love, And then go gladly
back to dust Should I your heart not move.
THERE
IS NO WAY
There is no way That I can
say I'll love you more and more each day.
The
best I'll do Is promise you We'll have some fun
before we're through!
I FEEL AS THOUGH MY HEART
MUST STOP WITH PAIN
I feel as though my heart must
stop with pain. I miss you so, the darkness will not
pale. My darling child, come to me again.
I
know you cannot come, and still I strain To put my arms
around you through the veil. I feel as though my heart must
stop with pain.
Other lives and loves call me in
vain. I try to turn away from you and fail. My
darling child, come to me again.
You are my
unendurable refrain. Back and back I hurry to impale My
heart on you, to stop my heart with pain.
Yet
nothing that I do undoes the plain Brutal fact which always
must prevail. Ah, my darling, come to me again!
You
are both my sunshine and my rain, My dearest joy, my
anguish, and my grail. I feel as though my heart must stop
with pain. My darling child, come to me again.
DR.
MELENDEZ'S HEAD IS NOW QUITE FULL
Dr. Melendez's
head is now quite full, Replete with the most recent rabid
ravings. Most of what he's learned, of course, is
bull, Elicited to strip him of his savings. Learned
thoughts, like clothes, must follow fashion, Ending up,
again like clothes, as trash. Nor is it easy not to want to
cash in, Defending with one's platitudes one's
stash. Even so, one can success deserve, Zealous
not to conquer, but to serve.
EVER BE THE LOVER
THAT YOU LONG FOR
Ever be the lover that you long
for, Doing as you would the other do. Often you're
the person that you're wrong for, Resisting what would make
one out of two. Everyone displays diminished
passion, Becomes unbearable, if given time, Disappoints
the dreams that are in fashion, Does what would intentions
undermine. Acceptance of your love and need for love, And
of yourself, above all, and your lover, And of what is,
which shall sufficient prove To bring you lifelong joy from
one another: Such love of being is the canopy Under
which all things shall wedded be.
BARRELING ALONG,
I STOPPED AWHILE
Barreling along, I stopped
awhile And made my peace with much I would have
changed. Suddenly, I knew not who I was With
everything around me on its knees.
How beautiful!
I thought. I think I'll stay. But I went on, for there was
much to do, Until I crossed a range of inner
mountains And saw below the desert of my dreams.
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