Deafen my ears, so the words won't ring,
And numb my heart, so the pain won't sting,
Dull my mind, so I'll envision not,
Days of a love that's now forgot.
Blind my eyes so that I won't see,
The indifference when you look at me,
Stiffen my back to carry to my pride,
So you'll never know the pain inside,
And upon my face, please fix a smile,
So that I will appear okay a while,
Awaken me, keep the dreams at bay,
Seal my lips so that they won't say,
"Your love was where all hope was bred,
And without it, all my hope is dead."

MESSENGER

Now at the Seventh Gate the seventh chief,
Thy proper mother's son, I will announce,
What fortune for this city, for himself,
With curses he invoketh:--on the walls
Ascending, heralded as king, to stand,
With paeans for their capture; then with thee
To fight, and either slaying near thee die,
Or thee, who wronged him, chasing forth alive,
Requite in kind his proper banishment.
Such words he shouts, and calls upon the gods
Who o'er his race preside and Fatherland,
With gracious eye to look upon his prayers.
A well-wrought buckler, newly forged, he bears,
With twofold blazon riveted thereon,
For there a woman leads, with sober mien,
A mailed warrior, enchased in gold;
Justice her style, and thus the legend speaks:--
'This man I will restore, and he shall hold
The city and his father's palace homes.'
Such the devices of the hostile chiefs.
'Tis for thyself to choose whom thou wilt send;
But never shalt thou blame my herald-words.
To guide the rudder of the State be thine!


ETEOCLES

O heaven-demented race of Oedipus,
My race, tear-fraught, detested of the gods!
Alas, our father's curses now bear fruit.
But it beseems not to lament or weep,
Lest lamentations sadder still be born.
For him, too truly Polyneikes named,--
What his device will work we soon shall know;
Whether his braggart words, with madness fraught,
Gold-blazoned on his shield, shall lead him back.
Hath Justice communed with, or claimed him hers,
Guided his deeds and thoughts, this might have been;
But neither when he fled the darksome womb,
Or in his childhood, or in youth's fair prime,
Or when the hair thick gathered on his chin,
Hath Justice communed with, or claimed him hers,
Nor in this outrage on his Fatherland
Deem I she now beside him deigns to stand.
For Justice would in sooth belie her name,
Did she with this all-daring man consort.
In these regards confiding will I go,
Myself will meet him. Who with better right?
Brother to brother, chieftain against chief,
Foeman to foe, I'll stand. Quick, bring my spear,
My greaves, and armor, bulwark against stones.

I may not know
What Love is,
still I feel His fragrance
spread all over the air I breathe.

I may not know
What Feelings are,
still I know someone somewhere
feels I am special to him.

I may not know
How one falls in love,
but I know by falling in love
one can be sure they'll never stumble.

I may not know
How one find their love,
But I know I will recognize
My Man at the very first sight.

I mat not know
When that moment will come,
But I know it will be the most special
moment of my life.

I may not know
What he will say to me,
But i know he will whisper the
sweetest melody my ears will ever hear.

I may not know
How I can love Him the most
But I know I love Him now and
will keep loving him forever without expectations.

I may not know
How one crosses all restraints when in love,
All I know is that I am living
with HIS LOVE IN MY HEART..
AND WAITING FOR HIM TO COME....

They told me it was metal,
but I didn't believe a word.
But now I find it's iron
of the strongest, finest kind.
Ah! Here is my little bellows,
I think I'll melt it down.

I have come to understand things
in a rational way.
Even love, that endless mystery,
can be broken down
into respect, reliance, trust and patience
With ample evidence available
for each category.

But a blast
from your long-ago eyes
destroys the shelves,
smashes the glass cases
and smothers the labels
in cryptic Pagan pictograms

I have no words,
only a feeling
warm and welcome
that something remains
forever, unexplained.

Walk
Down cracked sidewalks but forget where and why the going started.
Lost in the chaos of moving feet whose unity lies in their organic flow,
Perspectives shift to some new truth: experiencing its constant displacement.

Here
As bodies carry me forward, they rush to the rhythm of those who desire our desires:
I smile and laugh at voices screaming out from billboards and TVs
“What you need is need itself! Don’t look within, but to ME!”


Drift
Down the street and pause at the window’s reflection.
Behind the still face staring back lies the world’s movement:
With purpose distorted by its realization, the present bursts forth out of nothing:
Pushing
Onward from some inconceivable lack,
Towards a resolution that will not resolve.  

Here I close my eyes.
Here there is the silence between thought and its realization:
In which the meaninglessness of boundaries can be discerned.
Here I find myself fall away into everything.
Here I find only Love.

Lives that have been lived
   are not forgotten
Memories remain forever
   in the absence of thought
Moving pictures they are
   of distant voices
Forever echoing the
   expanding void.

We must not forget
   the laughter and love
That once cosumed our
   hearts, that lay above
The darkened streets
   of anger and pain.
Give eternal life to love
   let death fall like rain.