Majestical beautiful whimsical butterfly

Color me in your wing

Spin me in your song

Dance beneath my flesh

Linger in my garden

let your wings find rest among my petals

Let love be the dew of life we forever drink

Hearts merging in flight

We are born boundless without form

 

The soul in quest

The yearn to merge

The undying devotion

in every breath

To hold you near

is not enough

To be in your skin

Cannot explain

the swells of energy

bursting within me

to unite with thee

 

My heart sings with praise of thee

My passion is never ending

Forever giving

 

My wonderful man

It is you I adore

The taste of you

enrapturing me

Drenching into me

the essence of life

liquefied love

flowing free

between you and me

Expanding beyond this plane

leaving flesh behind

joining the universe

beyond mortal limitations

Glimpsing immortal tranquility

by the Grace of God we proceed

 

 

Spring of 1998

The motivation behind words

Where is it born

Is it in fear

Is it in love

Fearless abandons without care

Loveless empties the soul

Love is beyond measure

Fears consume in a vacuum

Drain the Mind of fear

Love endlessly

The motivation of words said in love soar effortlessly

The motivation of words said in fear pierces the heart and kill needlessly

2-25-99

I want to thank you

for who I am

I realize my identity is caught up in you

Running around trying to figure out just what to do

 

Sometimes tearful at the memories

the sadness overwhelms at the loss of dreams

 

Sometimes joyful at the task

even boastful to find the strength

 

I am what I am

I think I am nothing

and fear it is and will be

 

Am I lost without you

Are my choices blind to my mistakes

 

I’m searching, I’m looking

I’m breathing, still living

 

In the solitude of my exposure

 

1999

Peering into the luminescences

silencing the waves as lessons

Seeing through crystal crests

 

To be so thankful

To honor so reverently

My Lord, My God

Who came to me

Who spoke to me

In matter

Uniting the threads of spirit, time and mind

unrelentingly lifting me

against my selfish pride

 

Not an easy task

I thank thee

 

As I gaze into the wishing well

Mindful I need to continue to be

 

As I pray these heartful silent thoughts

in humility of servitude

in remembrance

of the time you gave

 

Undaunting in the blood of life

You shed for me

At great sacrifice

For the love of of love divine

 

In the wishing well of time

that presents itself before me

I wish, I pray, I know the price

 

I live these thoughts today

To respect the love of God in all

At the cost of being closer

To being within the sword of truth

 

That slays at my ego

From that and this day forth

 

2003

 

Artist: Daniel Mirante

Blame it on the wine for I lost my mind

In love I trip, I stumble, I fall

What will it take to save me

Will I crash and burn

Never again to regain what I lose

Will it matter

Will I recover in

Truth, Love, Honor and Charity

Will I learn to give

To be open

Or will I close and grow cold

In order to be bold

Is there really strength in vulnerability

Am I strong enough to become weak

Is this what I need

In order not to bleed

Always in and out of touch

A bandage on my heart

The wounds in my soul

Where will they go

When I let them go

Who will suffer

How much can I endure

A divided heart

A split mind

Too much trouble

Too much pain

Time to take control

To become whole

An integration of the will

Not to be separated in the womb

Back to birth I go

To learn to see

To learn to listen

To learn to taste

To learn to talk

To learn to walk

All over again

In order to begin

To clean the slate

And arrange the palette

To choose the colors

From within the wells

That run deep

Within my oceans

Buckets and buckets of water

To fall drop by drop

To wash away the pain

That has been

Let my journey begin

Please God don’t leave me

Please stay by my side

Please show me the way

 

Written in the latter 90’s

 

Can we fly in dreams

Does rage lock you in a cage

Are the tears shed for the death within us

 

Is life an illusion and death

Our only chance at reality

 

Every day we wake a fantasy

To struggle to survive the

Molecular mass of the Universe

 

Is our energy within the

Chaotic scheme that evolves

Within the attractive and repulsive forces

Of the vomit we dare not see

 

That which chokes we turn away

Not to bare the cross we dismay

 

Life that we create permeates

And penetrates the soul of man

In and out of touch with what

Is true. The light within

The darkness of us all is never

Far

 

For what is real and

What is not and was

Never meant to be

 

To sacrifice it all and For what

Which may be nothing

But our yearning to know our destiny

 

The fires that burn

And the rain that never ends

exist and persist

The pain of duality we

bare it all to never know

The extent of the life and death

and the expanse of the heavens

And the hells that will

Continue whether we see

Them, feel them, taste them, or hear

Them, yet they touch us all

 

Crash and Burn

Doom in a whimsical

Fucked up way

Only to belly up out

of the bowels of death

To wake up to the fantasy

To ponder the dimensions

 

Of the delusions that

Pull and push me and the

World away into our ignorant

State of Bliss

 

Written in the 90’s

I’ve added under this tab writings in random order I have written over the years. I have alphabetized them under the Writing Tab. I have put various sayings, and musings on pictures which can be found under the Gallery of Ideas on Pictures Tab. Maybe one day, I’ll weave the story line around the writings and pictures.

I must add, not everything written is truth, some things are fantasy pieces built around fragments of observations I have made either from my own experiences, or from the experiences I have observed play out in the lives of others.

Sometimes it is easy for me to write from a flow state, and at other times not so much from a flow state, thus some pieces are often better than others; however I don’t let the pieces that are not that great stop me from writing. I have found that if I just keep writing, good, bad, or indifferent, gems on occasion miraculously appear on the page. I keep my imagination active, and I hope you will find your thought processes actively engaged in your own imagination should you take an interest in my writings.

I also should note, as much as I try to do the right thing in my life, as evidenced in my writings, I fail miserably at times as also evidenced in my writings, please do not take anything I write as advice (disclaimer), certainly sift for the meanings for your own truths(qualifier). Many things written are in metaphor and are meant figuratively, not literally.

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