I linger at the thought .. of your unpainted lips
Just before .. sunrise
My hands move beyond your waist
And come to rest on your thighs

I hear the gentle murmur
Of your first waking breath
And I am reminded of La petite mort
So I wonder .. how being so alive
Is so like that little death

The one that awaits us
Like so many times before
At least one more passionate reunion
Is what we have in store

Who cares about history
When we are together here and now
Who understands the mystery
Of why or where or how.


Vitsec

Hey Kaustuv ! That is Good Stuff.

The train of your thought

While you are still on the train

The direction you are going in

While they still train your brain


A Pavlovian response

That any dog would know

You are a good doggy

As long as you don't know


How to analyze your Master

Or how to be friends with the cat

Are you ever .. going to get off that train

Or think .. other than that.


Vitsec

You advised me of your love affair

And of all .. that you wished was true

You watched me .. with your dead dumb stare

And asked .. what I could do for you


I looked at you .. and felt your remorse

At all .. that you would ever be

A tiny .. cold .. unhappy .. blue crab

On the bottom of your dumb dead sea.


Vitsec.

Yes .. I know all about you .. but.. not about me .. OH ! .. did I neglect to mention .. I am not psychic ? What does that mean anyway ? .. :-)

KNOWN
__________________

I learned from my time in the theatre

During the time you ruled my life

I saw you as theatrical

And pictured myself as your wife


I found the deepest depth of misery

Known to a man

Myself .. as a woman

Known to a man.


Vitsec.

I am not sure what you mean since My Spirit is already free.

Thanks Tommo .. that one was about me .. I wrote it the morning not long before a lunch with one of my daughters who I had not seen for about a year. Our meeting went very well. I gave her a printed copy.

I very much enjoy the works of yourself, Leigh and some of the others. I have been busy this last year with many things .. so to begin with I was posting but not reading very much .. but now I am starting to get more into that.

You are an incredibly good writer and have a very unique, beautiful Old World style. If you are not published you definately should be.

I don't know how much ale it is that you may consume .. but if I could get to Ireland I would very much enjoy a good portion of that wonderfully liquid barley .. shared at your table as we exchanged our stories of life experience. :-)

Kind regards, Victor.

THE SPIRIT

______________________________________


I could not have loved you just on principle

I needed to feel your pain

In order to understand your longing

For the spirit of love again


The love of the spirit that you never lost

Despite what you had been through

Illuminating your mind .. Strengthening your heart

The Spirit .. did this for you.


Vitsec

It may be the stuff of miracles

And you really should have died

But you come from

A long line of Empiricals

And your observations have never lied


About yourself .. or .. what else you saw

That brought you forward in this life

Until you stood at the precipice

Of .. all the affliction

Trying to ignore and then .. internalizing

All of that ****ing strife


Followed by seventeen years of agony

Filled with .. even more years .. of shame

And covered up with horror

How did you survive .. that much pain


What did you see

That .. turned it all around

What did you .. believe

That kept you above ground


And gave your heart

Back to your soul

Returning .. The Light .. to your eyes

You have become .. yourself again

You lost the Big Disguise.



Vitsec

You are so welcome .. what I wrote was simply the truth.

Kind regards, Vitsec.

YOUR CORE

_________________



A Loving Look


Into the last night

That you died

Until you awoke again

Way .. Within

And

Deep .. Inside

And counselled yourself

To try .. once more

With .. and not .. against all hope

Cure .. will become .. Your Core.



Vitsec

Wowza ! Wee bit of angst and anger goin on in that .. very good write.

TUESDAY

____________


I will gladly pay you on Tuesday

For .. just the hope of

Your .. most sweet kiss today


And I will pay extra

If .. within my heart

You will .. somehow .. mean to stay


And then stay

Until .. The Cows come Home

Or .. at least until daylight


I could put this on

My plastic

And then pay You

Wednesday night.



Vitsec

Well them .. that would be an exploitable and " marketable " angle to just how plentiful Thorium is in the environment .. stupid is as stupid does .. people do not want to know the truth .. unless of course it is convenient to ther own applications .. an " Inconvenient Truth " as represented by Al Gore is flatulent with lies about how human caused CO2 is damaging the planet .. complete HORSESHIT .. obtain a grade 12 chemistry text from the 70's and you will soon understand that is simply and categorically not true .. the insects on this planet produce way more of that than anything else .. and besides .. the effect of CO2 is limited to within about 100 feet of the ground .. If I was prone to the effect of stupidity .. I would be sick with what people believe to be true.

Please tell me more about Thoriated Tooth paste .. prior to the development of the first Uranium based bomb they had a working protoype of a Thorium Reactor .. which could provide clean and safe and virtually limitless energy owing to the fact that it has about 200X more exploitable energy than U235 .. and using the flouride salt method .. it can't melt down as it is a self - limiting process .. it is very abundant in nature .. your house sits on some of it .. the PROBLEM was .. they could not make a BOMB out ouf it.

The ember

Of a life once tried

The December

Of each time you lied


Leaving your soul

Upon each step

Of the one .. below

Your most recent depth


And you learned not a bit

From each try

Your soul .. slowly dismantled

To be dead is to die.


Vitsec.

CARBON

______________



I loved you once


I might try it again

Given enough time

Before and when


You changed your mind

And left it to lie

To yourself

And to your kind


And then drew it all

Into your private soul

Your diamond contemplation

Of my lump of coal.


Vitsec.

I have no anger left in me .. I feel deep peace all of the time .. but the effect of controlling people in the exterior world still continues .. and so I write about it.

Do you think of me as sad ?