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Mark Valentine:

dear friends....a little over a week ago i thought (foolish conceptualizing mad
that i am) that i had written everything i had to write
for a while....surprized by joy i find that the Beloved is revealed in the
aspect of
my beloved Mira once again and has plunged me to
deeper depths and called me to higher heights....^^~~~~~

further up and further

white wolfe

p.s. both the Brahm's (Thrid Movment) or Rachmaninoff (Second Movement) Second
Concerti are part of the inspiration
behind this poem....

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sharttered shards, shifting scree, scattered sands

your eyes have brought anodine tears of penitence

to my blinded, blurry and blankly staring eyes

eyes scratched and pierced by sharp pinnacles

my visions of bright tomorrows broken into

ten times ten thousand shimmering fragments

your love has washed away the brine and slime

lust vainly indulged to appease but never satisfy

the immortal longings of my hot and sensual flesh

shifting scree, scattered sands, shattered shards

your hands are the hands of my queen and healer

you have taken my hands broken by my silly pride

granite decomposed to coarse gravel by sins committed

justified chicanery of overwrought too eager thoughts

a coyote mind duped by its tricksy twisting contortions

serpentine thoughts slithering down the mountainside

clenching deep, dark valleys of compressed suffering

guilt shifting, piling, hiding, concealing shifltless guilt

scattered sands, shattered shards, shifting scree,

your ripe lips are those of a goddess plump and sweet

the lips of one who sips delicately on divine cabernet

your whet kisses flood my parched and barren heart

bring the aeons of famine and self denial to an end

your nectar has trickled gently into the deep desert

settling the sands burnt to dust and ashes by my raging

flooded my scorched, barren passion with an endless river

sweetwater washing ancient scars, icy grief with endless love

shattered shards, shifting scree, scattered sands

your love has gathered all of these broken things

your love has resurrected them into a proud prince

you have placed your noble warrior on a shining stallion

you have called him by his once and always true name

shattered shards into a shining mountain of truth and beauty,

shifting scree into a proud prince and noble warrior with a clear vision,

scattered sands into a shimmering silver steed of holy fire and

I rise a shining mountain, I stand a proud prince, I mount a noble warrior, I
ride a
sterling stallion.

I ride for you. To you I come my beloved! My beloved I come to you! I ride just

I come! I ride! I come!

mark christopher valentine

(may 7, 2001)



When my now of many years ago seemed bleak despair...I always knew there was
now, this now in factI dreamed this
now...In that now of all those years ago there were thoughts of suicide,long
binges, there was a rabbitty fear of
others...weirddreams and odd compelling fantasies. Not weird enough or
to make me truly sick...just
background noise I was accustomedto living with. At that time my thought was
that, I
was a potentialsomething lost...that my
life was useless..less than useless, it wasan impediment and an embarrassment
to the
sane.But there was another now at work,
the anti/now of then....somehow Ialways knew I would be well, that I would get
together and findsome happiness... I did not
find happiness, it found me. It finds me when bits ofidentity are seen through
dissolved... and it finds me where myeyes are
looking for the most part, so although I see sadness, angerand pain on these
streets, I also see love and playfulness
amongyoung and old, jokes and laughter, sexy glances between lovers...allthe
stuff of
happiness. I see love sometimes...but I
think it sees me always.With love and appreciation for all my teachers, Ron


Mark Hovila:

Many people are looking at ETs as saviors or devils, but I'm not
of them. I just think it would be historic and mind-blowing for the
contact which has already occurred to be acknowledged publicly at
the highest levels of government. I'm glad you've got better
things to do than to occupy your mind with such trivialities.



Tim Gerchmez:

when E.T. knocks on my door, I'll be happy to invite him
for tea. "E" tea. :-)




Dan Berkow:

Knock, knock!

May I come in for tea?

Which planet is this again?


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