A man's pride swells
as the latest giant smashes to the ground
its thunderous crash
the applause he will forever hear ringing in his ears
It's a conquest to him
his chainsaw victory over the defenseless victims
another trophy to decorate his imaginary wall

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This poem is called December 12, 1998, because that was the day I wrote it. It's about seeing all the beautiful people hiking up this hillside to celebrate my one-year anniversary of living together with Luna.

Standing at the very top of the world,
I see beautiful people coming from every direction.
My heart fills to overflowing,
Looking for a way to release
Before it stops working
From the overwhelmingness of it all.

How do you say I Love You
In a way that describes the immensity
Of description-defying energy
Flowing in and out
Up and down and around
A beautiful circle of loving completion
With me somewhere in the middle of it all
Looking out at the world,
Falling in love again and again and again
Until there is no beginning and no end.

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Dragons

I just watched the sunrise
And I'll never be the same again.
The Dragon breathed fire on the other side of the ridge,
Then its golden wealth began to flow upwards;
Morning fairies danced among the clouds,
Kissing them with the softest lips
Leaving wisps of pink as a gentle reminder.

The ever-present fog begins its return to the ocean
Having said its good mornings to the Sun God.
All honor is given,
All honor is received,
And I weep at the beauty of it all.

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The wind rages, parading its might
In a dazzling display of strength and passion.
I feel the creaks and groans all around me,
My thoughts get lost in swirling madness.
Dawn breaks
And with the morning wind abates,
Occasionally whispering wistful tunes
To my wandering mind.
Each day flows like the river,
Gently meandering some
Then rushing headfirst the next.
Time is lost here
A day, a week, and now a month is turning two...
Immense and soaring highs
Painfully aching lows
I have crested snow-capped mountains
And wept upon the fallen valley,
Everything in between carries me, pushes me,
onward, upward, outward
Towards the Sun, the Moon, the Stars, Infinity
I am the same, yet different,
Something integral, important, intense, changed--
Metamorphosed into this being.
I find myself enthralled,
I have held hands with a Goddess,
Purest passion for a love undefined
Sacred, blessed, my spirit soars.

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