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"Mistakes are almost always of a sacred nature.
Never try to correct them. On the contrary:
Rationalize them, understand them thoroughly.
After that, it will be possible for you to
sublimate them." -Salvador Dalí
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La Celebración del Salvador-
Bullrings like cathedrals
To worship life in death
Temptation, meditation
Graphic revelation
Female flowers, chaos
Swimming red through veins
Saints, poets crucified
Skewed self-portraits
The devil in his eyes
A breath away from Heaven
~ARCantú, 05/20/01
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Trumpet Solo
Plaintive notes
mournful
floating on the wind
Eerie tune
haunting
yet serene
Binding constraint
the body
held tight
Gravitating
dreaming
of levitation
Mournful, soulful
aching need
to fly
~ARCantu, 02/27/04
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Backbeat
Quietly the night succumbs
To thoughtful presence, cast aside
By light of day, unfettered as silence
Formulates destiny's determination,
The rhythm of which goes unnoticed,
Until darkness unites inevitabilities
Common sense would deny and separate.
An arduous ardent lesson prevails,
Proclaiming uncommon necessity.
~ARCantu, 06/08/01
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Sliding Past Alice
You think you've heard me cry
Or maybe felt me bleed sometime
But I just satisfy my own need
So there's no cause for worry
Play savior to the jester's smile
Catch salty tears of a crocodile
And I'll be a memory tomorrow
Exempted by dearth of sorrow
Your concern has been overrated
Improvisation hardly compensated
I rely on no one except myself
Go on, pretend you're someone else
I only watch and perceive too well
Decayed lies hollow beggars sell
Flowing myth which falls to dust
Iron dryad whose damp wings rust
I'll take candor over ersatz woes
Her legends mottled as calicoes
His broken-hearted sacrifice
No saving graces will suffice
So deem you've inferred truth
In downcast eyes that breed uncouth
I place no piece in your puzzle game
Mania and love won't interchange
Be mercy's angel, be a saint
Practice honor and restraint
I'll catch you on the flip side, Alice
Once the queen has torched her palace
~ARCantu, 03/26/01
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Libertine Night
Orange moon beams, enticing.
Dancing waters gleam, inviting.
City lights wink from afar
At expectant eyes, gazing from shore.
Dream weaver deftly plies his spell.
Threading promise, heartstrings meld.
Passions rise with coming tide.
Drenched by justice, truths collide.
Crimson sparks of certainty flash.
Between sand and sea, desires splash.
Caressed by reason, love rains down.
Immersed in mercy, bygones drown.
~ARCantu, 01/03/01
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Chary Raiment
Honesty
Lies at the root of my ethics,
As I unethically seduce your psyche
To spike a power fix.
Truth does not reveal all.
Selective disclosure is a mask,
A net to safeguard
Against unacceptance.
I am a traitor unsuspected of treason.
For competitiveness I feign aversion,
Weakened to its lure,
Reeling me in upon a sea of need.
I cast influence
Like seeds upon sand
Of pride
I deem myself unworthy,
Yet hunger to conquer
Shamelessly.
Obsessed with unblemished truth,
I am killing my soul to impress,
So you will not discover
I am a mass of imperfection.
~ARCantu, 05/25/01
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When the Dragoness Is Your Heroine
Taste the Dragoness, tempt death~
Offer your life up to her fiery breath.
She burns through your loins but loves not;
The Dragoness is a whore to users love forgot.
Resources and reality incinerated,
Her captives abuse, her masters are hated.
Embattled nights betray, smokescreen foiled,
Desperation pays--to the spent, the spoils.
Her booty lies in wait, irresistible,
Too seductive to deny, so predictable.
Taste the Dragoness, tempt death~
Offer your life up to her fiery breath.
~ARCantu, 03/16/01
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Ode to My Paschal Lamb
Thirstily along the corridor,
I hasten to the sound of footfalls,
echoing more distantly.
Dank passageways dim,
I require no light on this
cool Nissim night,
preferring cover of darkness.
Your scent lingers.
I yearn to taste you,
smooth expanse of flesh,
ferrous saline warmth
flowing with slightest graze
of sharpened incisor.
Red is my favorite color,
delicious, luscious burgundy.
You are my quarry.
I'm quivering in anticipation,
faint with trembling hunger
and lust - THERE! - behind
the drapery that jerked
ever so slightly, I hear
your quick intake of breath.
Locking the door behind,
I stretch out languidly
upon overstuffed mattress.
Lank frame penetrating
soft rose damask comforter,
relaxing completely, slowly,
I lick my lips and whisper
your name in my mind.
No need for speech,
my will is your command.
Come to me, Darling, yes,
undress and lie beside me
in the easy light of Dian's orb
beaming now through
partially exposed pane.
Howlingly ecstatic I test
your throat with my tongue -
tender - you never feel
the gentle slicing of skin.
You moan sensually, but
begin to become pallid
as I drink more deeply.
As you lapse quietly
into semi-consciousness,
succulent nectar of your veins
sates and sustains me.
Soundlessly I arise
renewed and empowered.
I cover you lovingly.
Stay safe and warm, Dear,
until our next Pesach.
~ARCantu, 08/06/00
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