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the magic of the dark corners,
it has been so long since
magic has spoken across the land,
so long since the ancient calling,
the cycles and the turning,
the words and strange movements,
a breath upon a lifeless tree,
a flame, the ring, a wind,
a counting of seasons,
the sun entering a new age,
the movement of the stars,
the old ones and the birth of a planet,
i dream dreams of angels and demons,
i walk in darkness,
i live,
Arthur,
1/1/99 - 11:38pm,
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there was a time when i spoke
words that sang kindness and a
gentle spirit there was a time
when my voice rang with such
strength and such clarity there
was a time when i could write
and write and write until the
dawn broke the sky and
darkness cloaked my silent
voice and all things were
within my grasp there was
a time when i was whole,
Arthur,
winter 1999,
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compromising position
naked, she is, i would have her,
beneath me, i would trace lines,
tease her, here and there,
touching, feeling, tasting, licking,
i would make her squirm for me,
i would make her moan,
and in the end, beg, but first,
i would explore, the little curves,
with the breath of my touch,
i would feel the bones and muscles,
i would open her up, for me,
i would spread her wide,
and i would drink of her beauty,
her nakedness, and her desire,
all, slowly, ever so slowly,
ever so tenderly, and ever so gently,
i would want to feel every fiber of her being,
cry out for me to take her,
and then, and then, and then,
Arthur,
1999,
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mm, i crave your dark side,
your dark spirit,
i need to feel, the part of you,
that burns and needs to burn,
i hunger to feed on your hunger,
to know, the demon, within you,
to feel you, awaken and speak,
to feel you, let the beast, within you,
speak,
to know your touch,
to know the burn
of your touch, when you burn,
i hunger for this,
and i need this,
to be whole,
to be complete,
i need to know this,
to know myself,
there is something, within me,
that will never be satiated,
will never be fed,
if i cannot drink of you,
as you drink of me,
in those dark ways,
from the dark place,
when hunger, has awoken,
and the beast, feeds,
peace, love,
arthur,
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i turn the page of my soul,
your blessed touch and the gifts
of your insight and wisdom,
what night-time demons do you court,
which songs would you play for me,
and when you kneel down to worship me,
will you kiss my hand,
and close your eyes,
and tell me your deepest darkest love,
you know, i cry, in the night,
alone, sometimes,
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i stroked your naked breast,
i kissed your thigh till you moaned
in pleasure for me,
i tasted the heat of your most tender
places as you found my love in your body,
there was beauty in the curves of your
belly and the smoothness of your neck,
i could kiss you for years and years,
i have barely even begun to love you,
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you asked me to wait,
you asked me to be patient, and kind,
to trust and share,
to let you into my home, and bed,
to understand when you pulled away,
and could not stand to feel, so much pleasure,
so much love,
you asked me to forgive and look beyond,
to the child in you,
and all the years and all the pain,
your mistrust and fear,
and the light of your life,
i gave you my word,
i let you in and i let you see,
i let you touch and i let you feel,
what tests of the heart and soul
must i bear for you to know,
my love,
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the caution,
when teachings of magic are
passed from teacher to student,
and student to teacher,
are given, as solemn and solitary acts,
of love and care, and infinite kindness,
what sadness would you bring upon this world,
what gift of light and love would you bring,
what healing and what lessons,
would you impart,
why do you seek, the ancient key,
what kind of music would you sire,
and what name would you give,
tell me, dear lady, dear child,
why you, do you care, about the
tears of the stars,
does your heart grieve
for the pain and sorrow, of the world,
but first, before any lesson,
before any thought, any word, any deed,
before all things,
do no harm,
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you want to know about magic,
about real power,
what it takes to make a thing,
to cause a thing,
to change and alter a thing,
to mold this world and touch this
world with mere and simple gesture,
to weave a web of color and light,
to make, a solemn wish,
to move rocks and stone,
to call the storm and turn the wind,
to let lightening speak
and thunder rain,
clouds and distant rumblings,
to know the comings and goings
of ancient and hidden things,
it begins with this,
to know your own heart,
and a oneness,
that transcends
all else,
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speak,
there is a magic in the speaking
a magic in the listening
a magic in the touching and feeling,
to know, that which lives within,
to hear, the breath of a planet speaking,
to walk with the wind and rain,
to see the stars and darkness of the night sky,
the eternal darkness and the life within,
i walk quietly down empty streets,
alone and i carry my spirit with me,
my stride is smooth and strong,
my steps are silent against hard soft stone,
there is blackness along the road,
lights and trees, a wind bristling,
a sudden movement and the sounds of the night,
i am alive and awake,
i feel the city sleeping and dreaming,
i feel magic in the air,
i feel love in my heart,
and what would be the point of it all,
if there were not love,
Arthur,
1999,
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there are times when i say
a most solemn prayer for
peace to echo through my bones
and veins, for my heart to beat
with a rhythm that sings peace,
this, when, i know my eyes burn
with a fierce fire and i know
that every fiber of my being
is poised for battle and even
the barest twitch might let
loose the rage that sings the
demon and the beast risen,
i pray for peace most in those
moments when my dark side
breathes,
Arthur,
1999,
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she was like a white goddess,
the stripper, she had long legs,
and the lines and fine tender skin,
her sharp featured eyes and cheeks,
strong eyes and strong thoughts,
her voice was rich and clear and
she spoke with such confidence,
such conviction, such inner life,
lips, red and full, sexy, erotic,
her hair was short and she was tall
and slender, her shoes were high
and classy, and she was naked,
her smile could light up the night,
her walk i have dreamed about
for years, and the deep curves
and her dark places i adore with
all my heart, i held her in my arms,
that night, i fell asleep, with her,
closely and warmly, in my arms,
Arthur,
fall 1999,
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a tempest of rampant luscious legs
and arms and the redness of flesh,
her legs, long fine and bare, naked,
she moves as a goddess, a sexy
woman with round full breasts,
her ass is so fine that i could worship
the tiny hairs and tender flesh for
hours and hours on end,
her eyes leave me speechless,
her mind and being, i am in love with,
and her soul, i have barely begun
to court,
Arthur,
fall 9/17/99 - 1:15am, portland,
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opening
the desire, the need, the hunger,
to touch, to be touched,
to know, to be known,
to feel, to be felt,
to speak, to be heard,
to let ourselves open,
and be opened,
to reveal,
to let our most tender sensitive places,
to let our inner most spirit, speak and be seen,
to shed our skin,
to lie, at another's feet, naked,
to be exposed,
to be vulnerable,
to let go all armor, covering, protection,
to give up control,
to relinquish,
to trust,
to serve another,
to open and completely open,
to surrender,
to give,
to share one's desire,
to share one's passion,
to share one's world,
to love, and be open to love,
for me,
the most sexy thing,
the most sexy spirit,
the most sexy look,
is when, a woman, lady, girl,
is open, and opening,
what does the female spirit mean to you,
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a beast on the hunt,
prowling, hungry,
an animal stalking its prey,
the smell of fear,
the scent of food,
the taste of blood,
carnal desire,
taking, seizing, striking,
feeding,
i roam the night, sometimes,
sometimes i feed,
sometimes i just roam,
Arthur,
12/17/99 - 3:15am, nyc,
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dreaming,
and in the distant winter of my soul,
a cold wind blows across the land,
the night's silence speaks a deep cut,
a dream of a spirit that once was,
a dream of a love that once spoke,
a dream of a dream that once lived,
a river runs from a sea of tears,
and a wellspring lies in the shadows,
waiting sleeping dreaming breathing,
is there magic in an empty world,
what sadness is born in the darkness
of a soul and a crippled spirit, fighting for life,
what could possibly bring redemption to a
child whose only hope, crushed long ago,
whose only strength, given in lies,
whose only magic, denied,
what would it take, to awaken,
such spirit to fire and flame to life,
what would it take, for a girl,
to remember, her beauty,
Arthur,
winter 2000,
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Despojate
it is only with the greatest
reverence, that i come to you,
it is only with a calmness of heart,
that i come to you, it is only with
the deepest of hunger, that i come
to you, it is only with the most
silent of words, that i come to you,
it is only with the most gentle of touches,
that i come to you, if i were to take you,
with the burning desire that grows within
my blood, your breath would be taken,
your eyes would burn, and your heart
would pound and beat,
feel this,
Arthur,
early spring 2000, portland,
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tell me of fools and kings,
tell me of turth and prophecy,
tell me of fate and destiny,
tell me of seasons and years,
tell me of time and patience,
tell me of love and fear,
tell me of dreams and longing,
tell me of tears which last for months
and moons, when all words and all
faces and all sunsets fade to one
singular moment, i lie awake and
cry at night, sometimes,
i lie awake and cry,
Arthur,
early spring, 2001, los angeles,
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and every girl i desire, becomes
a shadow of my desire for you,
and every love i enjoy, becomes
a shadow of my love for you, and
every intimacy i share, becomes
a shadow of the intimacy i long
for with you,
Arthur,
2001,
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the bitterness came in waves,
the anger flowed through my
veins and burned my eyes with
tears of hurt, fear filled my
bones and made me weak
and afraid and alone, so alone,
Arthur,
2001,
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desert queen,
in a dream within a dream the desert queen took
my hand and welcomed me into her bed and tribe,
i took her then and in the nights and days that
followed we made love over and over and over,
she embraced me and held me as i cried like a
child in her arms, healing me and rejuvenating
the life force that had waned so very deeply,
a faint whisper that became a roaring thunder
in her touch, she made me a man again where my
injured heart and spirit could barely hope to
love and stand again, she fed me with her
pure magic and beauty and she let me drink
of her tender touch, she let the fire in me
spark to life again and she embraced me as a
lover and friend, she understood my darkness
and my light, she it all and i hid nothing
and she loved me still, i told her of the
pain and anguish and the deep longing of my
heart and she loved me still, in her presence
i saw visions of another age and i knew
her from other times and other realms,
once upon a time i knew a desert queen
as a lover and friend and she honored
me with her touch and beauty,
once upon a time i found a
measure of peace in her love,
once upon a time, i loved her,
shared the night,
and touched her world,
Arthur,
summer 2001,
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2002
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we find beauty in the little things,
we slow our gaze to study to learn
to know to feel to taste to touch,
we let ourselves feel,
we strive to listen,
we yearn to hear
we hunger,
we trust,
there is magic and beauty in discovery,
there is adventure and courage in braving
the unknown,
the only way to find a safe path through
the storm is to always remember that
there is a place somewhere that is
peaceful and safe,
Arthur,
3/23/02,
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might there one day be a time
of reckoning and remembering,
let the vanguard find its way home,
i cannot begin to tell you of the longing
within my heart, it is time to sit and
breathe in the night sky, to watch the
stars and gaze at the moon, it is time
to read the stones and feel the heat
from the fire, time to heal and time
to be reborn, time to call upon the
magic and power of making,
it is time,
time,
Arthur,
4/2/02,
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the timing requires the most delicate
sensitivity, what does it take to feel
the ebb and flow of the planet speaking
without words singing without sound
breathing without motion, the true
magic lives in the mind's eye who
remembers a long ago past a distant
future and an all present now in the
blink of an eye and the beating of a
heart that cares,
Arthur,
4/4/02,
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time shifts in the still moments
when no one is watching but the
heart is feeling and consciousness
expands and eternity touches our
soul to tell an ancient tale of
love and light, the warmth of
the sun burning the horizon,
we are all children learning the
language of the cosmos striving
striving to be born to hear to
become, let the bell toll let the
new age begin, let the child be
born,
Arthur,
4/4/02,
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cool, she was so cool and sexy yet
i knew within the calm exterior she
was afraid and alone and i wanted to
hold her and heal her and feed her but
her fear kept me away her fear of me
her fear of what i might do to her, her
fear of her own self, her fear, her fear,
her fear kept me away, her fear, her fear,
Arthur,
4/6/02,
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i relish in the beauty of a woman,
in her calm poise and her joyful
exuberance, in her freedom of
expression and her daring adventure,
her courage to grow and live and
become, i relish in the beauty of a
woman's spirit, in her delicate
strength, in her sensitivity, her love
of life, in her naked vulnerability,
and in the power that the gift of her
love has upon me, i relish in the
differences and similarities between
a woman and myself as a man, in the
possibilities of what is awakened in
her touch, and mine upon her, i
relish in the unknown, and i relish
in the discovery,
Arthur,
4/7/02,
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tell me of the long lost dream born in
another age, in another time, a lost love,
tell me of a promise and a hope to one
day find, to meet, to know, tell me of
honor, kindness, respect, tell me of
magic and rebirth, tell me of sadness
and loss, tell me of joy and discovery,
tell me of courage, tell me of fate and
patience, tell me of trust and fear,
tell me of forgiveness,
teach me how to forgive again,
teach me how to love again,
teach me how to dream again,
please,
Arthur,
5/30/02,
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i was speaking with a child across the
void and i forgot her name, i forgot
her face and i forgot her voice, i
forgot my own home and i forgot my own
name, i forgot we were speaking and i
forgot my own center, i ventured out
into the unknown and i became lost in
a world of darkness and doubt, i became
bitter and afraid and weak and alone,
i searched for a light within the shadows,
a spark, i searched for something new
something old, an unmet friend, i searched
and i searched and i searched,
Arthur,
5/30/02,
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and the child finds his way to play,
and the man trusts the stars,
and the lady listens to the wind,
and the cycle turns, and the sun flairs,
and distant far away stars burst into flame,
a new day, independence day,
freedom,
Arthur,
7/4/02,
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to love is to care,
feel, know, understand, accept, embrace,
it is honesty, genuineness,
it is including within one's thought,
welcoming, seeing, listening, forgiving,
it is protecting and nurturing,
it is kindness, gentleness, respect,
sincerity and wholeheartedness,
it is giving and receiving and inviting,
it is opening and revealing and sharing,
it is defending and honoring,
championing and supporting,
it is teaching and learning from,
it is being willing to grow and
admit mistakes and errors,
it is telling the truth,
it is joining and bonding,
it is healing and giving strength
and helping to overcome weakness,
it is looking out for and holding on
and letting go and trusting,
it is difficult and easy,
it is born in one's heart,
it is touching another's heart,
to love is to become one with another
for moments of time that last a lifetime,
to love is bridge the distance between
two souls and change the world forever,
it hurts that you have not forgiven me,
Arthur,
7/20/02,
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~ Giving Friendship ~
to honor a friend,
to be a friend,
to have a friend,
how do you feel about them when they are not around,
how do you think about them when they are not around,
how do you speak about them when they are not around,
what does it take,
what do you stand for,
what do you expect,
once upon a time when i was very young,
barely a teenager,
someone asked me how you know who
your true friends are,
and i said,
... friends, are the ones coming in the door,
when everyone else, is going out,
and there was a saying on the streets where i grew up,
... what goes around, comes around,
and the old Spanish proverb says,
... tell me who your friends are,
and i'll tell you who you are,
and the child wondered,
what have you said and not said,
do you need to tell me something,
is there infinite grace and kind
understanding between us,
do you know who you can trust,
can you trust me,
can i trust you,
when push comes to shove (in your heart),
as if it were life and death (and it is),
when it truly matters (everything matters),
would you cover my back, as i would yours,
are we friends, giving friendship,
Arthur,
8/21/02,
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2003
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a woman's touch
there is an empty chair across from me,
so no one knows, no one sees the emptiness,
no one sees the history and all that has
come before, how could they, how could they,
a woman's touch on a fateful evening,
a dream and a child's fanciful imagining,
the road beckons and no one sees me coming,
i raised shadow and walked into the night,
cloaked in darkness and illusion,
i sit alone and write,
a poem, a story, a world,
where does one begin,
there is magic in a woman's touch,
Arthur,
winter,
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it is in the dark alone times
that i wonder of the meaning of
things, the small simple things,
i wonder of the movements of the
wind and stars and all growing
things, a chance look or encounter,
a random occurance, a subtle gesture,
a smile, or a lack of a smile,
i wonder of the life within,
i wonder of the dreams and visions
that fill our inner world,
i wonder of the unborn passions
and desires, the yearning and hunger,
the craving, the longing beyond words,
i wonder of the silence within my heart,
i wonder of you,
Arthur,
winter,
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to watch you dance, the way you move spin turn,
and hold the woman near you, i can almost feel
the touch of your hand, the gentle strength,
the passion of your feel, the way you stand,
tall and proud of your form and grace, the
muscle and tone of your arms and legs, your
belly and chest and breasts, the lines of your
body, i could almost feel the passion of your
touch, the spinning of the hoop, sensual, as it
caresses circles about you, as you reveal and
expose a tenderness, a strength, an erotic pleasure,
to watch you stand, with eyes strong and clear,
with shoulders open and tall, your neck long,
your head held high, i can feel your honesty of
spirit, you easily laugh and embrace your friends
warmly and closely, it awakens my inner world to be
near you, i can almost feel you,
yet i barely know you,
Arthur,
winter,
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my dear dear ~
avatar of an awakening tribe,
a female spirit born anew, a gentle
strength, a bold tender gentle strength,
a passionate sensual nature, a sexual nature,
a revolution of dance and hoop, a smile as
you delight the men women girls boys,
a smile as you delight, the pleasure you
take in revealing exposing showing sharing,
the hidden desire, the hidden desires, revealed,
the rejoicing in play and form and beauty,
the rejoicing in love, the women you love,
the pleasure you take, the pleasure you give,
i wonder of your world within,
Arthur,
winter,
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a dragon's dream,
avatar,
sometimes i dance the dragon's breath,
the floating moving tail and wings outstretched,
crouching low weaving fire and wind, a fluid
form and eloquent song, deadly claws and gentle
grace, dark green scales with eyes fierce and
bright and yellow, to speak the sun and moon
and stars and earth, to summon an eternal
protector god to life, a warrior's ancient art,
i watched you dance with hoop and
song, you weave a web of lines thru
beauty and form, graceful and full of
color and tone, a spiraling swirling
spell of sensual pleasure, hands and
eyes, legs and belly, turning and
twisting, rising and falling, waves
upon waves whirlwind through dark
and night, i am held and mesmerized
by visions of old and forgotten things,
i watched you and studied you and yours,
a sister art full of passionate love and the
gentle healed me of an ancient wound,
the female spirit reborn with joyous
freedom, a goddess recalled to life,
i bow to you with a humble prayer,
avatar to avatar, please feel my
words as they were born, in love
and light and peace, anew,
namaste,
arthurpoet,
shadow poet,
shadow warrior,
january 2003,
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i return to these old places and i search
for a familiar face, a name, a look, a smile,
she was a magical creature of love and light,
a vision come and gone, in a time before time
a goddess walked these streets, leather pants
and her beauty shined the darkness of the night,
hers was a graceful grace, i saw her people
speak an unspoken word, and we all discovered
something, a rebirth of a tribal child,
the music and dance became an exquisite chime,
a new hope and a sacred trust, i follow an
ancient line, i serve an eternal flame, i mark
my days with peace and kindness, i remember a
long forgotten oath, forgiveness and the will
to begin again, to give again, to love again,
i feel the spirit returning, i learned a thing
about friends and friendship, honesty honor
and truth, what is born in the mother's love,
what can be seen in a man's eyes and hands,
what words sing in your most silent hour,
where shall we meet when the old place is gone,
how do you know and what do you wish of me,
in a dream within a dream i met you a thousand
years from now, we listened to the wind speak
the earth's ancient song and the sleeping
one awoke,
Arthur,
january 2003,
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the need to feel the burning touch
of a dominant spirit, the hunger,
to give, to submit, to taste,
i wander amongst empty streets,
cloaked in shadows and darkness,
distant memories, thoughts, images,
impressions and a wondering of what
was felt, what was seen, what was said,
to walk as a child, afraid, nervous,
a man, a warrior, a boy hiding behind
a forgotten time, bound with black cords
across tender flesh, kneeling,
fear yet craving fear,
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the need, something, and what is born in a
playful heart, a playful dance, a playful look,
what lives within the darkness and shadow,
i remember a time, a fantasy, eyes that
burned into my soul, a hidden strength,
vulnerable, exposed, naked, alive,
i dream of a silhouette of black on black,
the pain of punishment and a gift of trust,
the beast feeding upon a blind prey,
caught in a web of desire, torturous,
the duality,
wholeness and schism,
the angel and demon,
within the darkness a light,
trust,
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Arthur,
january 2003,
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~ John Keats, in a letter to his brother
Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing
to be hated, the energies displayed in it
are fine . . . this is the very thing in which
consists poetry.
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. . . a gathering of the tribe,
Arthur,
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