One day the moon kissed the sun
And their embrace, despite its brevity
Was blinding
        And beautiful.
The sun and moon kiss but once a year,
        Or once a decade,
                Or once a lifetime.
And their embrace, despite its brevity
Is blinding
        And beautiful.
And in that moment, when light meets dark
        And fire meets ice,
Two worlds brush past each other so briefly and lightly
        That you can hardly say for certain if they really touched
And there is magic.
And the sight of it, the memory
The shadowy intensity
Is blinding
        And beautiful.



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The battle done,
The long war won,
The people united,
Finally one.

The king surveyed his reclaimed land
And smiled through iron and salt.

He removed his battered armor
And sat again on his throne,
Eager to rule.

New Year’s Song

It’s time for another of Earth’s revolutions
And so it is time for my next resolution
In hopes that this new year I will find the solution
And clean up some of my personal pollution.

This year I resolve to let go of my fear
This year I want my path to be clear
This year I will not scowl, nor will I sneer
This year my goal will be that much near’r.

May love surround you on your New Year’s night
And may the fireworks and your future be ever so bright.
May you hold fast to your pledges and keep your priorities in sight
And may, a year from now, we friends reunite.


I said I’d move mountains.

But that was easier said than done.
What do you do with the rubble?
And keep in mind you have to carry it all away,
Every pebble and every boulder.
Do you know how much mountains weigh?
Enough that the earth shakes when they fall.

I said I’d move mountains.

The stubborn rock has deep roots,
And these ranges have treacherous passes,
Haunted by ghosts and stories and memories.
They have sun-shy caverns where monsters lurk.
They touch heaven
And hide doorways to hell.

I said I’d move mountains.

And I’ve been trying.
Day by day. Stone by stone. It’s exhausting.
And now I’ve hiked every nook and every cranny,
And I want to give up and wait
For time to crumble this titan
So that I don’t have to.

But I said I’d move mountains.

Not climb them, not tunnel through them, not go around them,
Not look at the skyline and pretend they’re not there.
I did not promise to plant a flag.
I did not say I would die on their peaks.
I did not forget my oath.
I will not cheapen my word.

I said I’d move mountains. And that is exactly what I am going to do.


MarshA traveler was I on a grand exploration,
Boldly I went without due hesitation.
I leapt forth blind drunk on earnest pluck
And so it was soon that I found myself stuck.

“Damnable fortune!” the swamp heard me cry.
Too late I realized the firm land was a lie.
A mudhole, a bog, call it what you like,
It spelled only doom for my opt’mistic hike

“Perhaps forward still” was my prime consid’ration
And so I trudged onward with reserved expectations.
But my luck was away and my fears were found true,
For I earned no release; the soup held me like glue.

Leftwards, rightwards, upwards but down
Was all I could manage as I sunk through the ground.
“Why me? Why now? Why had there been nothing to warn?”
Thought I as gravity took me up into my arms.

I cursed and swore and cried in that spot,
That godless land on that forsaken plot.
“Bugger the landlord! Damn mother nature!”
But cursing neither name drew me a saviour.

After a struggle my pride gave up and fled
And I conceded: “Without rescue I’m dead.”
Young as I was I hated the task:
“I must cry out. For help I must ask.”

“Help!” I hooted. “Heeelp!” I hollered.
“Heeeeeeelp!” I yelled hearing no return caller
Except for the crickets and except for the breeze
and except for rustling swampland leaves.

Other wanderers came and other wanderers went.
They saw my stuck figure and my predic’ment.
Some went on their way, some helped me in vain
But eventually they all saw my fate very plain.

And as the day faded so too did my strength
And I realized I would be stuck for some length
Of time in the mudhole, swamp, mire or bog
Till nought but my bones were left with the logs.

“Please,” I croaked through paper dry lips.
“Anyone” I pleaded between crying fits.
A spectre I felt, a shade appeared on the ground
But when I looked ‘round there was nought to be found.

Despite my ears I heard the shadow then speak
It said nary a word and made nary a peep.
But it’s message was clear as its voice was grave;
The shadow promised I would not be saved.

Oh misery! Oh despair! Oh sadness and gloom!
Oh wretched, mournful, despondent doom!
Tears uncountable, wailing untold
Left me as my horrible conclusion took hold.

And then all was still… And I waited… And remembered
The young man I was when I began this adventure.
And I remembered how even when things seemed their best
I would know journey’s end and I’d lay down to rest.

I looked to the shadow, nodded, said “Aye.”
“I’ve accepted my fate. I am ready to die.”
The shadow then pulled me from my mud trap,
Laid me down on the ground and closed my eyes for a nap.

And then it moved onward leaving me behind.
It could never rest, there was never the time.
For a little ahead a traveler like myself
Had gotten himself stuck
And was crying for help.

Sex, Drugs and the Internet

Electrification from so many sensations.
Show me, tell me. Give me a smell, a feel, a taste.
Overload and manipulate, take me from this place.
Bring me pain, bring me joy,
Bring me something real
Then bring me more.