The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

Christopher Marlowe
(1564 -1593) English dramatist, poet and translator of the Elizabethan era.

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.

The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

A poet's wit...

I live in a poet's wit
in dreams
you gleam in them
within the civil twilight
amongst the brightest stars
shining with ambient light
This, when the sun sets
below the horizon
where I am alone
with sweet tempered thoughts
between the dusk
and you...

Civil twilight-The time after sunset and before sunrise when the Sun is below the horizon. During civil twilight, the sky is still quite bright and only the very brightest stars and satellites can be seen.

Peace and always ...love

Complete...

You feed me
like a drug
I become intoxicated
when I see you
your eyes
playing soft
as a bamboo flute
I wish only
to speak with you
to you
through these poems
touch you
with these words
all else seems
incomplete
I am made whole
with you...

Funk to the groove...

Funk to the groove
rock and move
into the forbidden
two, three, four and...
'welcome to the new
power generation'
bump to the stomp
step in time
rhyme with reason
Dance!...

Cluttering the mind...

I don't care
about Sarah Palin
news of tragedy
here or else where
DNA, PLP, FMN
too much clutters
the mind
I care about
what is immediate
with the rhythmic beating
of a day
I care about love
having it to hold
in the warmth of my palms
I wish
I could paint it
like a crystal clear
picture on a lake
released not framed
so little time to dance
why waste it
on nonsense!...

From 'ODE INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD'

William Wordsworth

The English Romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English Literature.

'Though nothing can bring back the hour
of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower
We will grieve not, rather find
strength in what remains behind;
In the final sympathy
Which having been must ever be
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind...'

The Muse...

You are my muse
a poet's reason
Being
crystallizing love
I see it with clarity
made nobler
by your presence
I look from afar
living in
every thought
of you
It is light
springing hope
with life
Your total beauty
is the gift
that inspires...

Heart and eyes...

It is too late
for me
I have lost
my heart and eyes
Blood rushes fast
when you are near
I look because
you are beautiful
forgive me
if eyes betray
I feel helpless
Should love be like this?
I cannot control
the heart
nor blind the eyes
to your beauty
so I have cast them
into the ocean
and the air
where you
carry them away...

If I were rich...

If I were rich
I'll sail away
roam far
I'd take you
with me
seeing over mountains
I'd buy you
the finest things
I wish to now
until then
I shall use words
as gold
and give them
all to you...

How can I...

How can I
make you
see me
when your eyes
turn away?
How can I
let you know?
I am too simple
but know that place
which is love
it is beyond my control
so I follow helplessly
where you lead...

A distant cry...

In an ancient lament
a distant cry away
Across a rugged rock
she wept
for love had gone astray
A rose fell from her bosom
beside the setting sun
eyes shutting closed like petals
her love had never come
He swore he'd never leave her
be there forever more
she ached to have him to kiss her
just as he'd done before
and now she stays there always
heart beating with the clock
tears falling down like pearl drops
upon the rugged rock...

Still...

For K.
I remember
knowing you
last night
I remembered
loving you
It felt
as yesterday
my heart
remembering
like an imprint
stamped boldly
I fucked up
freaked out
too drunk
to walk a straight line
with you
These are somber
rememberings
regrets
but light of love
remains
in sober recall...

El duende...

Dancing
on a volcano
drunken passion
overflowing soul
with insanity
El duende
evoking spirits
I cannot return
I must not remember
life meeting life
death meeting death
face to face
in joy and sorrow
on the precipice ...

El duende (art) is the spirit of evocation. It comes from inside as a physical/emotional response to music. It is what gives you chills, makes you smile or cry as a bodily reaction to an artistic performance that is particularly expressive.

When I die...

When I die
I suppose
it will not matter
much of what I think
but to liberate
one's mind
in the course
of a life
should mean something
Will I leave a legacy
of knowledge
or a song
to touch
the human soul?
I hope so
I'll try...

Albert Einstein...

Did they foresee
your genius
or understand
your reason?
you listened
to the spheres
hearing
its great symphony
its music
leading you
in the dance
You knew
You know
its revolutions
imagining
its grand design
saw it in a dream
now you create them
heaven sent
from the infinite...

Desires...

I want not
to rid myself
of desires
each morsel
I devour
in fits
of hungry madness
I feel you
with them
a taste
to fill appetite...

Thoughts of you ...

I lay in bed
with thoughts
of you
coming
like a soft light
through my window
A gentle flow lifting
my curtain
across mind
and over body
How sweet the scent
of love
in the morning air
touching each sense
to meet the heart...

The soul of the Universe...

I write often about abstract realities or things I feel that pertain to universal laws that regulate our physical existence. I am not a scientist but try as I best to understand as a lay person. It was an important creative exercise I went through regarding 'Religion, Myth and Fantasy (the imagination)'. It was necessary for me to deconstruct personal, cultural and religious narratives to reach a point of singularity where I believe is the origin of creation- I call it the point before all stories (zero). I am not sure if anyone finds what I have done interesting or not but It was important for me to see narratives as merely being constructed stories. I feel true healing can only happen in understanding that one is never trapped in any one particular narrative and that we each have the power to change cycles that tend to repeat themselves due to them. Nothing is fixed and we are only subject to natural Laws which we have no control over, i.e., birth, death and Natural disasters. I have delved into the creation and operations of the Universe through science but recognize that science for an artist has its limitations as it can never prove the existence of the soul - that comes through a faith and a belief in something other. We are the micro of a co creative force of the greater and lesser universe. I needed to free myself of these stories in order to grow and expand with knowledge through creativity and reason to reach this understanding. It is good to feel that I do not need to fear the proverbial 'boogieman' in the closet due to presupposed understandings nor be frozen within a given narrative- I have the power to change. As an artist, I suppose I shall die without anyone really understanding what i am attempting to do but feel the need to grow with these personal and creative discoveries. Certainly, I have walked the pain in the journey of the artist and being one has not been easy. I hope to continue my search for truth by breathing through the soul of the universe. It is more than as someone once said of our western concept of a magical transcendence into enlightenment but I believe centered with eastern philosophies that sees this as a unity of one with all realities of the conscious and the subconscious. My journey is about liberating oneself through creative freedoms. It is what I see as my role as an artist and cherish that light and beauty...Peace to you and love...

Delay...

There is a small delay in my operation. I did not have all the essential tests required and so it is postponed for a little while. So it is back to work in that time. I am tired and might take a couple of days off anyway. I dread having to work but see no other way out of it until then...peace....

Phoenix rising....

The flight
of the phoenix
rising
within the flames
from dust
and ashes
to resurrect
again...

Why be sad?...

Can't be sad
for too long
anymore
need to feel
the brightness
a ray
from the Sun
listenin' and movin'
to the sound
of the dancin' note
can't stay
in dark corners
There is always
love
There is always
life...

A Flash of Light...

So fast
you move
bolting and darting
pushing through
the crowd
like an arrow
shot from a bow
or a flash of light
in a dark cinema
can anything
anyone
slow you down?
Perhaps
my calm meditations
they are
always on you...

Andy's Tune...

Listening to Andy
play his guitar tune
riding
with dolphins
in the ocean's sea
waves coming fast
rolling over me...