Minuit's blog: "PaRaDoX"

Before

in the gray,

milky silence

of the morning.

before we smell the hiss of bacon

before the smog licks

 the creamed crimson sky

before we hear the scurrying simian stream

(of which we are a inexorable part)

before the pungent circles of Michelin and Firestone

have their daily chat

with the asphalt

before we wake to all this grotesque grandeur

to once again

kneel, supplicant

against the wheel

before we turn the key

to ignite the spark

to fetch the fire within,

we were with Morpheus,

perchance

dreaming of greater gods

of light,

before

the cluttered clatter of this unholy day

The Things I don't say

I'm always reaching, grasping, kneeling

At a ghost fading through my fingertips

I'm always hurting, bleeding, healing,

Over the absent softness of your aspirin lips

I'm always wishing, sleeping, dreaming

Of a masquerade with a masked stranger

I'm always stripping, removing, revealing

Embracing the elements of danger

I'm always shooting, smoking, drinking

Not giving a damn about my health

I'm always fading, crying, trying

Losing the battle with myself

 
I'm always singing, playing, staying

Awake on your caffeine correspondence

I'm always breathing, living, dying

Wrapped up and warm in your immaculate bondage

Foolish Pride

What frail creatures we men are

made from sinew, muscle and pride

Thinking we can conquer the world

for the woman who sits by our side

All is brash, gall and bravado

with such a carefree debonair

Taunting those who test our mettle

intimidating all who dare

A young man thinks himself gifted

to hold sway and folly so near

Injure his pride and you will find

that he becomes someone to fear

A man is nothing without pride

it is the food that feeds his soul

Desired respect of fellows

becomes his sole life’s aim and goal

The handsome woman of his dreams

is she that realizes this flaw

Playing to his strength and weakness

by pretending she never saw

To that woman he grants comfort

strong arms forever hold her tight

Their truth of heart is not broken

whenever she is out of sight

The reason men are unfaithful

they behave only by your side

Has little to do with temperand

And everything to do with pride

If you wish for a happy home

a man who's strait forward and true

Just play host to his foolish pride

and he will be loyal to you

Echoes of my past

It seems that life refuses me

I'm followed by my past

I run but still my eyes can see

The shadows that I've cast

Traces of the man I was

Gets closer everyday

I no longer do the things he does

But still he makes me pay

No one knows who I've become

They see the same reflection

Because the things I've done to some

I'm mired in rejection

The price I pay is way too high

It does not fit the crime

But all my good has passed me by

I still must do the time

What comes around goes around

How true can these words be?

Though the things I've done are in the past

They're catching up with me

We will walk then, you and I

When daylight shuts her weary eye;

Down the streets where beggars sleep

And drug crazed addicts spend their keep.

On streets that wind through thick and thin

Past monuments of broken sin

The painted whores who smile a lot

A rejected child that time forgot.

The evening hymn that sorrows sing

The call to prayer that church bells ring;

The sounds and smells that rape a city

The calls for help that won't find pity.

Do we have time to heal the curse

That captures all the universe

Or would it really be worthwhile

To quell the question with a smile?

But we have walked these streets before

And hoped our ears could dim the roar

Of silence gripping cold nightmares

That come unbidden up the stairs.

We share the night with lesser fools

Who stake their plight without sound rules

For each new challenge finds old pain

That lives to give then comes again.

LIFE

A gentle breeze
Forever remembered
A luscious glade
Cold under your feet
A rich blue sky
Seemingly unreal 
Beautifully arousing aromas
Tasting without touch
Pleasingly soft sand
To bathe yourself in
A sensuous bed of leaves
To wrap yourself in
A pleasurably warm ocean
Stimulating your senses
Lustful love
Forever wanting
Incapacitating desire 
Depriving your concentration
You lose yourself
In natures tempting ways
Seducing you to stay