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The Moon Dancer February 28, 2008

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This is the last of that “lost” bunch of poems from 2000 that I found on my hard drive, except I didn’t write this one. It was written by one of my friends, Brent Halstead. We both used to do public poetry readings in the same night clubs in Richmond, Virginia before I moved to Atlanta to work for White Wolf Publishing. The werewolf references are pretty clear.

The Moon Dancer

As the moon reaches its zenith
Creatures awaken out of myth
I see your passionate soul begin to stir
And a change comes over you in a blur
Now it becomes clear
Why you have problems keeping women near
You are the lunatic moon dancer
When you call passion answers
A creature swelling with carnal lust
Tempered by a sense of what’s just
Romantic shadows cross the moon
Formers loves making vision swoon
Howl the dirges of lover’s past
Growl at injustice and stand steadfast
Bark the hope of future love
Shake your claws at the powers up above
Born to the galliard sky
On wings of dragons your wishes lie
Fierce tongued your bark is bite
Never quarter or give in a fight
Chaos, disorder has no greater foe
When the raging gibbous is all aglow
In you the whole earth can trust
Your appetite for honesty ever robust
If you catch them when they’ve lied
A thousand deaths they’ll wished they died
Careful the zeal of your devotion
Lunar eclipse of mind by emotion
Following your dreams the path you walk
You’ll find your prey on the path you stalk
Never there was a stronger creature with whom to contend
But never there was a better friend

Written by Brent Halstead. Published here with permission.

The Final Countdown February 28, 2008

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CountdownThe final countdown begins. I am still very sad that this had to happen, but it is long past time to move beyond the painful reality of my unfaithful wife, her sham wedding vows, and the marriage she repeatedly violated and casually discarded. It was with a sense of heartsick relief that I met with my lawyer Wednesday afternoon, to carry forward a legal process that began last year. After months of misdirection and delay on her part, my estranged wife had returned the last of the necessary divorce paperwork. Today, my lawyer can finish filing the completed documents, and after about a month of court cycle, my one-sided broken marriage will be wholly, finally and legally dissolved.

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P.S. So, I am curious. How annoying do you find the counting digit graphic?

She Stands February 27, 2008

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Another one of the poems from that year 2000 “lost” collection. I was driving home from work and saw something which prompted this really short piece.

She Stands

She stands across the street
from the prison
using a pair of binoculars
to look in
I don’t know what he did
but I feel for them.

Find more of my poetry in my scrapbook and under the blog category.

What We Want What We Do February 26, 2008

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Another one of the poems from that year 2000 “lost” collection.

What We Want What We Do

You tell me your dream
is to be able to paint and buy milk
I stumble around on my words
because I have an answer for you
I tell you my dream
is as close as I can hope
and I meant my writing
but looking back maybe I was right
The only brush I can wield
yields hues drawn from my heart
and every picture I draw
is but the words I feel
I am painting for you now
but my hand shakes
as I wonder if I am artist enough
to depict you as a model
and I abandon rhyme
like a borrowed style cast off
and I abandon reason
because I am a fool
and I wonder what we want
and I ponder what we do
and I remember these days
I have spent with you
This is not what we do
we told each other when we met
all of this is something new
something we’ve never done yet
a symptom of an event
but no this is different
this is significant
and rhyme returns its pigment
to the mixture that is you and me
though reason remains absentee
you tell me your dream
and I stumble a bit
inside I can hear the words scream
but I can barely mumble it
This is what I want
now this is what I do
because I know I won’t forget
the beauty I found in you
from the moment that we met
but all of this is something new
and we don’t know us yet
so you paint your dreams
and dream of paint
and those dreams spatter
all over me
because if you wanted to paint with me
I would buy the milk
because I told you my dream was close
and I meant my writing
but you sat next to me…

Find more of my poetry in my scrapbook and under the blog category.

The Ralph Nader Charity February 26, 2008

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So, Ralph Nader has declared his Presidential candidacy again. Let’s be serious, he is going to lose big-time, again. The problem is that he is also going to damage his own party’s goals. In 2000, he peeled 2 and 3/4% off the Democratic vote. Then in 2004, he got about 1/3 of one percent of the vote. In both elections, he helped out the Republican party, which subsequently spent a lot of time crushing much of what his beloved Green Party represents.

Ralph. Dude. It’s your money, and that of your contributors, but unless you have decided that your favorite charity is the people who hate your positions, don’t you think that money might be better spent directly on the things you love? I hereby propose the “Ralph Nader Charity Fund” wherein you put all of the money you are going to waste on your campaign, which will only help those who oppose the things you want to see happen, directly into projects that actually advance your goals rather than sabotaging them.

A Beggar On Your Street February 25, 2008

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Another one of the poems from that year 2000 “lost” collection.

A Beggar On Your Street

The love I feel
is a beggar on your street
with eyes full of hope
and heavy feet
will work for the feeling
from when your eyes meet
can you spare some change
to make my world complete
can you spare a time
for us to repeat
The love I feel
is a beggar on your street
with a heart that is hungry
for your matching beat
tired without solace
and your smile is so sweet
homeless cast out
from your arms in defeat
holding up signs
for next time we meet
the love I feel
is a beggar on your street.

Find more of my poetry in my scrapbook and under the blog category.

A Serenade of Truth February 24, 2008

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I found a small collection of poems on my hard drive, all written for one beautiful person in the year 2000. As far as I can recall, nobody else except her has ever had a chance to read them. I haven’t seen her in many years, but I figured I would finally post the poems that came of that time.

A Serenade of Truth

Your glittering green eyes
have enchanted me
beyond any recovery
my helpless soul cries
for the touch of your fingers
and dances for joy as it lingers
your smile stirs my heart
with an irresistible might
that quickens my breath
and sharpens my sight
okay wait I’m sure
you have heard this before…
so…
oh, no, a serenade you said
and my spirit fell to the floor
you called me gentle the other day
and to that I can only say
there is a beast that rages in me
driven mad and made hungry
by the energy
you inspire in me
but it is soothed by the music
of your beautiful being
this gentleness you are seeing
is a measure of the awe you inspire
and conceals a raging fire
that consumes me like gasoline
but I didn’t want seen
because the effect you have on me
is too strong not to be scary
and despite your jokes of medication for this
you bring me bliss
and there is really no cure
for happiness
so my serenade
is not just some poem I made
but the gentleness you see
covering the beast
you inspire in me.

Find more of my poetry in my scrapbook and under the blog category.

Evolved Fish and Bicycles February 18, 2008

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Einstein Bicycle“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.”—credited to Albert Einstein

“A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle…”—U2

I think some women want a stable of bicycles, but anyway. One step at a time. Things are going forward. I’m moving on, and trying to keep my balance.

Back in the Black February 16, 2008

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Coin RingsOn May 19th 2006, I married Rachel (aka Bunnie), the woman I had been dating for more than 4 years. We had a few rough times before that, but back then I didn’t understand why and so I was happy that we had apparently worked them through and were wed. One year later, it seemed we were constantly fighting over her interactions with other men. In June 2007, she left me and trashed my house while I was out of town on a business trip. Today, I have finally paid off every last penny of the wedding debt she managed to dump on me. It has been a long road littered with the wreckage she left behind, but I suppose it’s tragically fitting to get past this particular obstacle so close to my receipt of the Valentine’s Day Papers. Anyway, it feels good to finally be back “in the black” and one step closer to the end of all of the badness of the last year or so.

Valentine’s Day Papers February 14, 2008

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This morning, my lawyer called me bright and early to tell me that he had finally received the divorce papers back from my estranged wife. I filed back in November, when it became clear that she had no intention of working things out. And now, nearly three months later, the papers were here, and things could finally move forward. Happy Valentine’s Day!

Except…

Oh, you knew it couldn’t be that simple, right?

Except, she didn’t do some of the paperwork right, even with months of time spent with it. So, my lawyer noted, he has to send those parts she did wrong back to her again (he is holding onto the parts she did correctly), and I have to wait, again.

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