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WINDOGEUM
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JOURNAL#17 romantic
yet strikingly stark he wrote
a disturbing haunter
hidden behind his weighted words
his pale full ponder was nearly lost
to this colorfully shameless repetitive
reader
I knew not what to make of his poignant
overly dramatic bloodless jibber
the pages much too quickly grew twisted
his shattered soul's candlelight had not
yet burned enough to put even an adequate
drop of precious pen's ink to the yet
realized great promise of the page
he still emotionally lay in his crib
and far too many eerie shadows and veils
played havoc upon his intendeds rage
though
I am rather certain
that he so utterly ravaged himself
by then
had never intended that to somehow be
surmised
still
his anger flared
only to just as quickly wane
like a vicious storm cloud emptied
of its torrential wrath
much too swiftly upon the unexpected
desert plain
his swollen sea of hope so filled with such
jagged possibilities was never able to
with stand the lull
the eventual lull that all too soon comes
to any intimate relationship
it flows along with the changing seasons
of the too human spirit
oh how he must have yearned for the glow and
perfection of such an all encompassing
feeling to never cease
so much so that he was not prepared
for even the smallest waves of change
still he craved an unhealthy dose of human
closeness that can never for very long be
sustained
as all feelings fall under the spell of changes
path just like everything else
mutual desire
at first
so utterly intense
yet so very empty and pointless in the end
many still crave it so
but the deeper love should be
every man's goal
so don't fret Windogeum
for your secret sorrow
is safe with me...................
(Dec. 4, 1997)
