Admiring the sap tree.
sipping sweet wine.
The hills shine with golden fever
and the sky swirls a drunken dance.
She, fair, having a coffee,
contoured facade, placid eyes.
My love for things of this world
eats me alive.

There is a dove, a lone one, of which his lonesome status I do not know. Yet, there he's perched, vivid and still upon the ledge I view. A mystery, he's there each day, possesing a peace he's known for. It's true, indeed, when this dove looks at me--placid knowing in his serene eye, he hasn't the fear of the world.

Please oh, dove, with your flight take me home, an echo of more pleasant spaces.

these tissue cells of mine
reach not divine
you hiding in kingdoms no life can see.

of bravado, such swagger
your creation mocking--
fickle physics
trembling.

how are we to love
who dares not show his face,
and rely on myths
and slavishly pray?

you can't expect me to ignore
this age defying feud--
this prolific of agendas--
you being Lord, I being servant.
can you not predict rebellion?
Am I a puppet made of wood?

with will you say, free we are--
a child's concession, indeed.
for what with will can I do
but burn to dust and ash.

what with will
but to choose death,
or you,
who hides
where flesh
can't go.

blood
please
fill
me.

Desiree Desire,
you Nymph of want and fire.
in flesh you fester a riddle for who
is seduced by your sweet abyss of intangible remember.

these letters that i write can't for their life
ever properly convey your spite
that is the longing for
nothing that will ever
be
beyond the nothing
that is this.

Mr. Bush perhaps you could, if you may, define a way to express your sympathy for the "beyond comprehension" events of Mr. Berg's sad death in way besides some trite, canned, robotic, cliche'.

i.e "The president expresses his deepest condolences to the Nicholas Berg family. They are in our thoughts and prayers."

How 'bout this, for example:
"Citizens of the beloved country, humans across the globe, I am utterly sorry for the terrifically horrifying beheading of the young, Nick Berg. I have only myself to blame for being hasty and uninformed. Please consider my forgiveness. As a show of my true remorse I am now going to begin the process of healing by being forthright, honest, upstanding, and diplomatic. I will quit my bombastic ways and seek guidance from others more skilled at relation than I. Thank you."

a love poem

how i miss thee
the muse in me
a poet at life
beyond this strife

my angel of one
come to me the sun
sweet flower above
like a wounded dove
i sit and wait
contemplate
your acceptance
to which is fate
of me the dreamer
the carver of myth
the ancient salvation
and apocalypse
sign the parchment
follow me
as together
we
make
history