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Water Prayer
We enter our shrine of water, SPLASH! The cool surface everywhere you look, blue waters am I blue? Droplets of air
encircle us like a halo as we descend into the rapture. Our journey begins. We stroke the surface, a lover in motion, dancing
the duet, as one with the element. We perpetually sweat, and the water cannot slake our thirst for more action. Muscles
grinding, motion abounds in us, expressing our devotions in the temple. We are insatiable, and cannot get enough. We weep
that our bodies will need to leave the chapel, for the flesh is indeed weak. Even if the soul is strengthened by our worship, it
is our doom to be in this heaven for only a short while. We are invaders. It is the element which is pure and we who are
unclean. We finally reach the end of the odyssey. and must leave Nirvana. We climb from the depths, turn, and gaze upon
the face of the waters. You have left the shrine, our souls are cleansed, hair wet, we end a prayer.
Lie To Self
What do I yearn for here and now:
A lost youth not to be regained,
My love long gone ever unnamed.
An innocence given in haste,
Longer days that seemed such a waste.
People I never touched or met,
Days I did not watch for sunset.
For lies I told and did not mean,
When I was alone, never seen.
All these are locked there in my past,
Only myself that makes it last.
August 15, 1999
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