Oct 19 2005
This Eden
This Eden
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
[after Jose Francisco Borges]
This Eden lives in our hearts.
Divine embraces expanding,
like this moment,
into eternity.
Archive for the 'Writing' Category
Oct 19 2005
The Tunnel Of Love
The Tunnel Of Love
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
I met a woman at a traveling show
Who stood in line at the Tunnel of Love
Complaining:
“I don’t understand why its always my fate
That every boy I meet is a freak or a geek!
I’m not pretty, but I’m not plain…”
I swear I’d heard the same refrain
From someone I knew in a bad dream once.
Oct 19 2005
The Firefly
The Firefly
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
(A Bar Just Off Hollywood)
Red vinyl booths.
Small tables, too small, with red vinyl chairs.
Jukebox glowing in the dim light.
Oct 19 2005
The Eyes of Her Beloved
The Eyes of Her Beloved
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
The Eyes of Her Beloved
By Sander Roscoe Wolff
4-17-05 4pm
This pink-faced blushing bride
explodes with wonderment,
joyously embracing the mystery
unfolding in each moment.
Oct 19 2005
The Certainty Of Easter
The Certainty Of Easter
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
A flightless bird takes wing.
The darkness recedes to reveal a new day.
Questions that, once, loomed large
in the shadows of my consciousness
are now swept away, and
in their place:
Emptiness.
Oct 19 2005
Tabula Rasa
Tabula Rasa
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
This blank page isn’t the boss of me!
This blank page is my bitch!
Oct 19 2005
Pop Culture
Pop Culture
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
RC ain’t Rite.
It’s not The Real Thing.
Coke is.
Oct 19 2005
Patience
Patience
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
Speak clearly.
From the heart it comes,
Touch is filled with fire.
Understanding follows,
Conspiring in secret dreams
The conquest of desire.
Oct 19 2005
Particle Accelerator
Particle Accelerator
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
That which has come has gone,
This song is sung,
This bell has rung.
This road we walked has
Wound its way home,
To face this moment naked and alone.
Oct 19 2005
Objectification
Objectification
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
That’s a fine set of tits, baby!
Nice ass, too.
We know the words too well,
The words that define us,
You and me.