Crushed burgundy rose petals mark the remnants of love scattered.
The blood of bruised roses stain flax linen sheets.
The scent of Chanel No. 5 lingers on a plush off white comforter;
A fuchsia colored silk robe graces the edge of the Canopy bed that is behind her.
She is adorned with an ankle bracelet,
And gold necklace furnished with a pendant bearing a picture of her mother.
Past her shoulders are wondrous falls of curled black water;
She smiles; a goddess looks into the mirror.
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Passionate whispers linger;
I taste you;
I feel you even in my slumber.
I am reborn in you with every touch anew;
With every intimate memory kept.
I revert to them often,
And I am yours. -
Wailing is heard in darkness behind heavy black curtains;
The sorrowful long for the light,
But the darkness constantly whispers—
Cradling in its womb like a perpetually pregnant mother.
An umbilical cord of despondency feeds its blind baby;
The child is gaunt and withered within four walls;
Its amniotic sac of agony is the purgatory of dark halls.
The melancholic stumble listlessly,
Holding on to wooden bannisters lest they fall.
The precious tears of the tormented are cried in unbridled lamentation;
The flesh is weary, but still sleep is not found.
In the hell of insomnia the afflicted are bound.
The dark mother tries to sooth her kicking child
With the singing of perfidious lullabies;
It is calculating and vicious in its lies.
There must be a delivery for the baby to survive.
Dark pupils must see the sunshine;
The mother’s milk must not be ingested—
It is the milk of unceasing agony and poison;
Her whispers of love and safety are not genuine.
She causes the once strong to fall to their knees and crawl.
The tears of her children are scattered between anguished calls;
Witness the final moments of her torment
On blood soaked sheets and blood spattered walls.
See the transfixed open eyes of those that long cried.
No reprieve was found; there was no sunshine.
There was no light to illuminate desolate nights;
Still, the darkness whispers, trying to sell her wares.
The light must be found lest they all disappear;
At 4 AM, in darkness, gaunt hands rub against walls feeling for stairs;
In front of unlit fireplaces, in worn chairs,
The despondent sit listlessly;
In darkness, they stare. -
In between life and death
With every breath
We find ourselves
At deeper depths.
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Victor,
You’ve survived death. You survived the treachery of so called family. You will rise up on the wings of the archangels and see your mother’s eyes again. You will not be deterred from, or neglected happiness for any reason, for anything, or for anyone. On the ship of life you are your own captain; the seas will not always be like glass or welcoming. You will face adversity; you will face hostility; You will be required to navigate treacherous waters and come out alive. No one is responsible for you, but you. No one will throw you a lifeline if you are drowning—you must adapt and swim. It is okay to forgive the abandonment of your father, but never be like him. Cowardice is not tolerated. It is courage that runs in your blood. Your mother looks down on you and kisses her son.
Be mindful that you are now a leader, and must lead in strength and righteous judgement. You are stronger than ever before and you will not falter. The events that happened in your childhood will not haunt you; intrusive thoughts will not bother you. People of the world are easily lead astray, so when they walk the broad road, you walk the other way. In matters of love: love with reckless abandon, giving all of yourself at the risk of being hurt or betrayed. A woman among women will see your true emotions and love you more for showing your vulnerability; it will not be considered a weakness.
Furthermore, be selective in your choosing, and diligent in your approach. Be a man among men and stand on your rectitude, even when it is not popular and the masses are against you. Do not let any particular emotion control you. You are a man of deep love and a critical thinker. You carry the banner for your aunt Julia, your mother Viveca, and your grandmother, Alvara. Everyday is a new day; be thankful for what you have and be considerate and respectful of others. Always render respect first, until the person proves themselves to be underserving of respect. Never give in. Never relent. If the world turns its back on you, always know there is at least one that will always love you, and she lives in you until you see her again.
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Oh, Redwood Tree, you are tall and mighty,
piercing the sky and reaching heavenly glory!The red hue of your beauty is legendary,
And the strength of your longevity is a mystery!Under your glorious canopy you shelter me!
You will be protected always, and happy—Redwood Tree. -
Incognito – Positivity
Released: 1993 -
If I turn away from you, it is not because I don’t love you.
If I hide my face from you, it is not because you are not my angel.
Sometimes burdens are heavy, though I know you love me.
Sometimes the pain of the past is resurrected in unsolicited memories.
If I reach for you and hold you tightly unexpectedly,
know that you are my solace in a dark place.
If I kiss you with tearful eyes, know that I kiss you with sincerity,
trusting you in the openness of my vulnerability.
If I tell you that I have fallen in love with you,
know that my heart speaks to you truthfully. -
A fall into loving arms.
A passionate kiss and stroking of the hair.
Eyes never lie;
Beautiful tears.
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In the throes of death take my last breath;
Inhale me for once last time before I see my mother’s eyes;
Exhale me in white starlight under a red sky.
Kiss me; let your tears fall on my face and become mine.
Before I touch heaven’s twelve gates, let us dine
And commune in intimacy divine one last time;
Let me see clearly the radiance of your countenance
And adore the ethereal beauty of your eyes.
I ascend on the wings of the mighty archangels passing the sun
To the higher heights where the world begun.
Intimate Compositions 