Summer Glow 

Fading Summer Glow

How I miss the summer glow,
Simplicity of life smooth does flow,
Dark mornings now are the realm,
Reality speaks as winter calls,
The door has closed,
The muse flown on,
Left are only heart felt songs,
Whispers that haunt,
I do so free,
Smile so gently,
I do now see,
The gifts were given,
The cost to high,
Another moth,
Into the flame he flies.

Dlt © Oct 26 2004 all rights reserved

Squalls 

Haikus 7

Insomnia lives,
Squally gales cross barren fields.
Seconds, endless hours.

Graceful leaves floating,
Advantageous hearts aroused,
Maturing wisdom.

Full moon perfection,
Shadows secret sources blessed,
Stones skipping on water.

Fall veneration,
Reflecting pool lives within,
Satan thrives on fear.

Unconditional,
Comprehension rarely blooms,
False limitations.

dlt © oct 14 2004

What I have learned....

What I have learned,
Can not be shared in a day,
All that I earned,
To give and receive now I pray.

What I have learned,
Pours forth in tears,
A heart that has been burned,
Riddles with fears.

This wisdom with I part,
For those whom will listen,
Let not fear grow in your heart,
Let the light shine and glisten.

Cry when you can,
Laugh with all you have,
Smile at every child, woman and man,
Continue the search for your other halve.

This I have learned,
Each emotion to live,
At times to be spurned,
All is yours to give.

Live in dew soaked grass,
Breathe in all life,
Do not be crass,
Embrace all strife.

Solitude dances,
Within me I scream,
Bliss enhances,
I continue to dream.

dlt © oct 14 2004

Hurricane in the Garden of Eden 

Hurricane in the Garden of Eden

Secrets,
Dark and Dirty,
Devouring my soul,
A hurricane in the Garden of Eden.

Honour and Faith are lost amongst the love of self.
Dwelling in the castle of fear,
We become lost, vulnerable ,
and self destructive.

Life's journey teaches the wise to look inward
in order to learn and love the outward.
Once we realize we are not God himself,
rather God is us,
from inward to outward,
Then we can regain the Spark
of Hope, Faith and
Love...
dlt 2004 all rights reserved

Anais Nin 

More Anais Nin

I have let life of this world take over... anxiety of moving through mortal realms with deadlines, expectations, lack of sleep and solitude creates tidal waves in my soul. No time to dream or write I wait now for the colors of desire to filter into my life again. All to soon I hope, this living in the material world does nothing for the soul. I dare not forget the reds and oranges that vibrate the air with silents screams to live. Feel the embrace of a crisp autumn day, enveloped within frosty fingers. These things pass too fast. This is what enriches our life and makes our suffering worthy of the experience. The highs and lows of living, chaos and serenity dancing partners of desire..... I leave you with more Anais Nin...
Love
Du Lac Oct. 14 2004

From Anais Nin...The House of Incest
The morning I got up to begin this book I coughed. Something was coming out of my throat: it was strangling me. I broke the thread which held it and yanked it out. I went back to bed and said: I have just spat out my heart. There is an instrument called the quena made of human bones. It owes its origin to the worship of an Indian for his mistress. When she died he made a flute out of her bones. The quena has a more penetrating more haunting sound than the ordinary flute. Those who write know the process. I thought of it as I was spitting out my heart. Only I do not wait for my love to die." from House of Incest

"My first vision of earth was water vieled. I am of the race of men and women who see all things through this curtain of the sea, and my eyes are the color of water." from House of Incest

"The leaf fall of her words, the stained glass hues of her moods, the rust in her voice, the smoke in her mouth, her breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror." from House of Incest

"There is no mockery between women. One lies down at peace as on one’s own breast." from House of Incest

"From all men I was different, and myself, but I see in you that part of me which is you." from House of Incest

"Your lies are not lies Sabina. They are arrows flung out of your orbit by the strength of your fantasy. To destroy reality. I will help you: it is I who will invent lies for you and with them we will traverse the world." from House of Incest

"I am enmeshed in my lies, and I want absolution. I cannot tell the truth because I have felt the heads of men in my womb. The truth would be death-dealing and I prefer fairytales. I am wrapped in lies which do not penetrate my soul. As if the lies I tell were like costumes." from House of Incest

"I looked upon a clock to find the truth. The hours were passing like ivory chess figurres, striking piano notes, and the minutes raced on wires mounted like tin soldiers. Hours like tall ebony women with gongs between their legs, tolling continuously so that I could not count them. I heard the rolling of my heart-beats; I heard the footsteps of my dreams, and the beat of time was lost among them like the face of truth." from House of Incest

Fatigue, Auguste Rodin, 1887 

Where do you go?

Where do you go, when truth does so show,
That all you believe in, is false and a lie?
Your soul is empty, hope no longer to flow,
So I ask again, where do you go?

Down on your knees
All to appease,
Raping and stealing,
They give nothing, no feeling.

Where do you go, when the light is so dim?
Greedily they rip your soul from limb to limb,
Your faith starts to fade, nothing is true,
All that you believe, slipping from you.

How do you find, your way to the path?
Forgetting the pain, echoes of their laugh!
Giving in love, expectations are dashed,
They line up before you, debts to be cashed.

Why do people, turn and destroy,
Hope of the day, One moment of joy.
Where do you go, when the faith lies so low?
Tell me please, within I must go.

dlt © oct 11 2004

Voice within 

Dark Loneliness

Words spoken,
Truths revealed,
Darkness lies,
Beneath our shields.

Lonely and hurt,
Afraid to show,
The darkness within,
Desire that grows.

Brave are the few,
To voice what they need,
Visions of self,
No longer to bleed.

No more I say,
Will I kneel and wait,
Always silent and good,
Now voicing my fate.

Rejection may come,
I tell what I need,
Banish the darkness,
Hope I do feed.

Lonely and dark,
No longer will be,
The voice from within,
Allows me to see.

dlt © oct 6 2004

Lunar mortality 

Haikus 6

Unable to trust,
Barren trees, November soul,
Mirror of the self.

Solitary path,
Monsoon swirls amongst the stars,
Private rhapsody.

Childhood commencement,
Balmy gales muses secret,
Mortal horizon.

dlt © oct 5 2004

Artful Lies

Why do people lie and cheat?
Why can they not be true?
What is it they want to defeat,
Chaos and pain is all they brew.

To tell the truth right up front,
No matter what the hurt may be,
Courtsey comes in one so blunt,
Fool believes no one will see.

No matter how hard you try,
Lies come forth always revealed,
It is only time you buy,
Others pain not yours to sheild.

You will get caught this I know,
Artful lies told so bold,
Only bring tears and painful woe,
Fooled am I, your heart so cold.

dlt Oct. 4 2004 all rights reserved

Fiery Sands 

Haikus 5

Barren wasteland calls,
Spring floods wash away timeless walls,
Reality dreams.

Fiery desert sands,
Equinoctial spirits drift,
Eternal storm wanes.

Indemnifying,
Questioning soul retreating,
Passionate tempest.

dlt © oct 4 2004

A Soul Brought to Heaven, 1878, Adophe William Bouguereau (my favorite artist)
 

Truth Exposed

Morning breaks, a new day,
How and what am I to say,
I bob on waves, an ocean so vast,
Drowning slowly, in truth I can not grasp.

In this life, once so close,
A muse feed me truth exposed,
The pain intense to be teased,
Immersed so fully the moment seized.

I search to fill the empty void,
Beliefs and dreams soon destroyed,
One sweet moment, awe, humility and hope.
Not alone, a grander scope.

Love so pure, immersed in thee,
Unconditional, a gift for free.
Understood the answers be,
Need of others, emptiness flees.

Soul exposed, hand outstretched,
To feel again, not farfetched,
I seek again, a moment etched,
Within my heart, the truth is fetched.
dlt © oct 3 2004

Time to go... 

Break the Seal

Now, the time for me to know,
Who to stay and who to go.
Fateful dance of life does show,
One by one, they ebb and flow.

Change is here now to stay,
Destined one held at bay.
Children serene, dance and play,
All the while they know the way.

Alone we march towards the light,
Praying with all our might,
For the truth to blind our sight,
From self, we must take flight.

In our selves we find we need,
Time to soak , cry and plead,
Desires of lust we fill and feed,
All the while the lost do lead.

Silent ones, quiet and strong,
Time is now , you think me wrong?
Tell your truth, all you feel,
Open the door, break the seal.
dlt © oct 2 2004

Spirit Trees 

In the Trees

The sun rises slowly amongst the trees,
Calling, waking birds and bees,
My soul alive now does know,
What it takes in order to grow.

Why is giving all you have,
To another seem so bad?
Free from fear is not mad,
Have you strength to stand and laugh?

We live in fear, our own cage,
Evil leers, imagined sage.
Truth unknown, turn the page.
Laugh at fear, a war to wage.

When you live, free of guilt.
Each day’s gift, mothers milk.
Conform yourself , not to others,
Individual self, now your brother.

Within the truth, lies are found.
Forever dig beneath your ground.
In the trees, soon you hear,
A spirit wise, oh so near.

The sun shines down upon the tree,
Yourself you find in all you see.
Fear is gone, live to be,
Atonement paid, love so free.

dlt © oct 1 2004

dreams 

Divine Jubilee

You slide into my dreams,
Your essence deep within my being,
I float away on a cloud,
Time is the only shroud.

Dreams so short, where I live,
In this world few rarely give,
All we are and what we need,
Hope forever the planted seed.

To lose the faith in all we have,
Find yourself in what your not,
Take a plunge, live the dream,
Life enhanced, reigns supreme.

Is there truth I do not know,
Each soul holds private seeds to sow,
My strength lies in my unique self be,
I look for the one with eyes to see.

Passion rare, so many dead,
Ancient language, so much is said,
Live the dream, time is short,
Breathing spirit into life escort.

In my dreams you live and see,
Life is now! You hold the key.
Close your eyes jump and flee,
Come, live divine jubilee.

dlt © oct 1 2004