SPEECHLESS. The imagery was outstanding, very well written. NEED TO SEE MORE OF YOUR WORK, hope the muses will stir sometime soon, lemme know when something new appears, since I'm forgetful -_- blame senescense. Brilliant. :D

hard to contact you otherwise so i'm gonna leave my email with ya...hansford2-at-msn-dot-com

and to answer your question about where i live... i'm actually sitting in a little apartment along the western coast of the USA... i live in long beach, california.

i'll talk to ya soon! and thanks for the link to your site, i'll take a better look a little later but it's in my bookmarks... cheers!-rabbit

nice... i love your eloquence and elegance with words. nothing like me. i use my words like bullets and blood, i guess.heh, actually, 'harmless?' was more about my addictions. be they chemical or purely musical (image helps, *hiccups/coughs* dannyelfman) since i can't and don't use drugs anymore, i use music and image. so yeah... uh... anyway... uh...i've always dug Belz, can remember him as far back as when i was like 5 and saw him in some awful film with the neurotic alcoholic comic richard blahblehbluh...(not Belz) and some other comedians i can't place a name to right now but yeah, um... uh...i like you alot, you are very neat in your words and personable in your notes. cheers and thanks for "talking" to me as it were. you rock-rabbit

This is a beautiful poem. It's so lyrical and... hard to explain.

I wish I knew what the French at the end meant. But ah well.

I greatly appreciate your thoughtful reviews. I must enjoin you to post more poems. 'Dream of Roses' is a wonderful read. Some thoughts, reflections, and echoes it inspired:

Este favor yo pediría,—

Que corazón no sufriría,

Al llenarse de alegría,—

Pues verte,—todo desearía.

Un canto se elevaría,—

Unidas almas llevaría,

Hasta nubes escondería,

Y el sol siempre brillaría.

Que sueño tan brillante duerme,

Pues azul ya no puede verme,—

Cuando luna pestañe su luz,

Rezaré,—nuestros caminos,—cruz.

—)@-@(—

Fierce lion and meek sheep in prophecy,

In peace and harmony keep company,

But more's the truth in one occasion's chance,—

A lion tame and a sheep wild,—did find;

For congruence of character's so hard,

When one species another does approach,

The predator and prey relationship,

Oft takes the one or other by surprise;

If not a symbiotic friendship grows,

A tolerance of sharing and preening,

A subtle dance of needs and hopes fulfilled,

Among the blessings of giving truly;

There's something of this 'tween man and woman,

Their differences often bring apart,

Rending the many things that are the same,

To highlight the oddness that makes them two,

Yet understanding is a gravity,

That can bind two motions eternally,

Though each still freely whirls through universe,

Creating pattern rhythms of rising;

Sunrise,—with its bright rays filling morning;

Moonrise,—with its pull arousing oceans;

Visions and dreams in an endless cycle,—

'Til fulfillment brings to life destiny.