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Stand-up comic, artist, musician, poet, electrician, eclectrician, magician, aberration.
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Petrarchan Flight of Love



The gift God gave his creatures who can fly
Is not an art that they enjoy alone-
I hear your voice and I can feel my own
Heart aloft; soaring on your sigh.
My soul is carried with Angel wings up high;
My vantage point is that but Love could show.
With each flight, a surge within me grows...
My love too vast to fit within the sky.
One cannot hope to quantify his love-
And when I'm sure I can't, I promptly gain
Another precious measure- and this proves
Your heart's supply's more plentiful than rain.
I can't express the abundance that I have,
Nor the heights I'll soar to meet your heart again

(I adore you, Booger!)

I LOVE my 'Magnificent Other'!

Champagne Dance

Guided by the unseen hand of Song-
Through movement, rhythm's sensual essence flows-
And induces in me a natural force so strong,
I'm moved to a plane for me as yet unknown.

The timid light so subtly does embrace
Her form; supple curves- she sweetly promenades
While dark and light compete to know her face.
My mind's eye delights in this fleeting masquerade.

Imagined strings and choirs accompany this dance;
Concertos honoring God's graceful art.
Oh, that Fortune would allow, against all chance
My humble melody to play its part.

Her lithesome form creates a pure ballet;
Poetic movements which in me inspire
Impressions of that sole Creation day
From which God sculpted personified desire.

I realize, sadly, from my spectator's place-
As she's guided by the unseen hand of Song-
That music fades across an empty space
And I'll never know the joy to dance along.


Distant Joy

I must only imagine your gaze-
Awed that you'd prolong your view-
Warming me in Summer Sun's rays...
Bolstered, my heart would bet anew.

I hear your voice; though the cruel miles
Separate us- evil fate has us far removed,
But the song of your words delivers smiles.
A harmony to my soul, our duet yet proved.

Your touch is yet a fantasy- I yearn
For the tender warmth I'm sure to know
When miles dissolve and I'm there to learn
Of the gentle force that from your reach must flow.

Your kiss, which haunts my dreams diguised
As real; an unknown wonder from which I wake
Enthralled. A precious gem from my mind's eye...
A seal to the devotion I'd never forsake.

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