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Tristan

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joined on 01/01/05
last updated 08/31/06
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Dreams give Wings to ...


…'"and I was Your companion,

you loved more than all the others

and used to kiss me often on my lips,

the rest were offended by it,

and when they said to You,

“why do You love her more than all of us,”

You answered, “why do I not love you as I love her?”…'


- Mary Magdalene (the Gospel of Mary)

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La Vida es Sueno

Oed' und leer das Meer
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A View of the 21st Century from the 18th. (blog entry) *
Michael Chertoff, the US Secretary for Homeland (In)Security was on the Sunday talk show circuit justifying Washington's extra powers on it's war on (an abstract noun) terror.

He made an interesting statement that has not been the subject o... read more
blog entry posted Wed, August 16, 2006 - 3:09 PM permalink - 0 comments
If you can't love me... (blog entry)
Bless me Father, for I have sinned.
My last confession was last night
in your bed.

Father, David whispered, it’s time.

You brought down the Eucharist
and broke it between you fingers.
The mass went on as if nothing had happened.

B... read more
blog entry posted Mon, August 7, 2006 - 11:11 AM permalink - 2 comments
The morning after the morning after... (blog entry)
Foolish girl,
what did you expect,
after you left the nunnery,
but tear stained dreams.

The bright lights of the city kept you warm,
going from bed to bed,
like a penitent on a fruitless pilgrimage.
Foolish were your dreams,
silly gir... read more
blog entry posted Sat, July 29, 2006 - 8:46 AM permalink - 2 comments
If you can"t forget... (blog entry) *

When I left the sacristy,
My sister was waiting for me,
Holding a handful of stargazers.

"Feliz Cumpleanos" she smiled,
And kissed me on the cheek
in plain view of the congregation.
"Let's pretend I'm your mistress," she whispered in ... read more
blog entry posted Fri, June 16, 2006 - 11:52 AM permalink - 0 comments
Let's Play (blog entry) Let’s play.

Oh, what fun.
My body aches,
For your spell to bewitch me,
Again and again.
Beautiful.

Like the night I went swimming in the sea
With a full moon to illuminate my way home.
I woke up wet,
My bed soaked,
With sal... read more
blog entry posted Wed, March 1, 2006 - 11:01 AM permalink - 1 comment
The Waiting Room (blog entry) After my father died,
When all the mourners had gone away,
I kept him company at the funeral home.
His white hair was combed back.
His lips colored red.
I kissed them one last time.
They were warmer than when he was alive.

Before m... read more
blog entry posted Fri, February 24, 2006 - 1:06 PM permalink - 4 comments
La Dolce Vita (blog entry) *
Name your price,
And I’ll double it,
And you’ll pay,
For you have no where else to go.

Your husband thinks about someone else when he makes love to you.
Your daughter rejected your breast,
But you always knew she was a mistake,
Telling... read more
blog entry posted Mon, February 20, 2006 - 1:15 PM permalink - 2 comments
Kiss (the Whip) (blog entry) *

LOOK AT ME, CHAINED AND STRIPPED
CAN'T MOVE OR SEE (WIPE THE TEAR)
NO MORE FEAR (WIPE THE TEAR)
BEGGING YOU FOR THE LASH OF THE WHIP
TIE ME DOWN, I'M INTO SLAVERY
TORTURE ME (WIPE THE TEAR)
CAN'T MOVE OR SEE (NO MORE FEAR)
WHIP ME TO ... read more
blog entry posted Fri, February 10, 2006 - 12:54 PM permalink - 1 comment
Holy Girl (blog entry) Run

Holy girl
Don't get up
For running

Stay with me
I feel sad
When you run

Sands of time
Are lying
On my chest

Stay in bed
I feel sad
When you run

Stay like this
On the hills
Of my chest

Don't wake up
... read more
blog entry posted Wed, February 8, 2006 - 10:29 AM permalink - 1 comment
Perfidia (blog entry)
Time to die.
No confession.
No absolution.

You gave your last communion on New Year’s Eve.
Her lips touched your fingers.
Your fingers touched her lips New Years morning.

April is the cruelest month, she smiled.
Only for those ... read more
blog entry posted Tue, February 7, 2006 - 12:01 PM permalink - 0 comments
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Life is a Dream

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Michael Chertoff, the US Secretary for Homeland (In)Security was on the Sunday talk show circuit justifying Washington's extra powers on it's war on (an abstract noun) terror.

He made an interesting statement that has not been the subject of mainstream television coverage, but the British Financial Times noticed it.

Cherftoff said:

"Certainly the ability to be as nimble as possible with surveillance, and their (the British police's) ability to hold people for a period of time g... read more
Wed, August 16, 2006 - 3:09 PM permalink - 0 comments
 

Bless me Father, for I have sinned.
My last confession was last night
in your bed.

Father, David whispered, it’s time.

You brought down the Eucharist
and broke it between you fingers.
The mass went on as if nothing had happened.

Bless me Father, for I have loved.
My contrition was this morning,
when I said good-bye.

Father, David said, are you alright.
You look tired.

I’m fine, David.
Trouble sleeping, that’s all.

Soccer this afternoon?

Not today, ask me tom... read more
Mon, August 7, 2006 - 11:11 AM permalink - 2 comments
 

Foolish girl,
what did you expect,
after you left the nunnery,
but tear stained dreams.

The bright lights of the city kept you warm,
going from bed to bed,
like a penitent on a fruitless pilgrimage.
Foolish were your dreams,
silly girl,
your face stained with tears,
writing letters left to be unread on some table far away,
so far way,
from you.

Pretty was your face,
even when you cried yourself to sleep,
like a child, newly woken from a nightmare.
No amount of rosarie... read more
Sat, July 29, 2006 - 8:46 AM permalink - 2 comments
 
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When I left the sacristy,
My sister was waiting for me,
Holding a handful of stargazers.

"Feliz Cumpleanos" she smiled,
And kissed me on the cheek
in plain view of the congregation.
"Let's pretend I'm your mistress," she whispered in my ear,
"So that your next sermon will be about Mary Magdalagne."

I've always admired the spontaneous mischief
in my sister, who fortunately never joined a nunnery, thanks to a youthful screening of Luis Bunuel's
"Viridiana."

I've never ... read more
Fri, June 16, 2006 - 11:52 AM permalink - 0 comments
 
Let’s play.

Oh, what fun.
My body aches,
For your spell to bewitch me,
Again and again.
Beautiful.

Like the night I went swimming in the sea
With a full moon to illuminate my way home.
I woke up wet,
My bed soaked,
With salt crystals on my lips.

Oh, the pleasure of you.
My body aches,
For you to bewitch me,
Yes, yes.
Oooh la la.

I can’t deny it.
I’m enslaved by you.
So let’s play and pretend we’re married
To each other and not the person we said ‘... read more
Wed, March 1, 2006 - 11:01 AM permalink - 1 comment
 
After my father died,
When all the mourners had gone away,
I kept him company at the funeral home.
His white hair was combed back.
His lips colored red.
I kissed them one last time.
They were warmer than when he was alive.

Before my father died,
I visited him at his office in Houston.
He was a founding partner of his firm.
His portrait hung on the wall by the elevator collecting dust.
“If you’d been born a boy, I would say you have amounted to very little.”
He stood ... read more
Fri, February 24, 2006 - 1:06 PM permalink - 4 comments
 
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Name your price,
And I’ll double it,
And you’ll pay,
For you have no where else to go.

Your husband thinks about someone else when he makes love to you.
Your daughter rejected your breast,
But you always knew she was a mistake,
Telling her you loved her all the same.
Your parents died in a nursing home,
Where you’d put them after transferring all their property to you,
Their only beloved.
Their last memory being of the nightshift nurse,
Who changed them, without ever addressi... read more
Mon, February 20, 2006 - 1:15 PM permalink - 2 comments
 
*

LOOK AT ME, CHAINED AND STRIPPED
CAN'T MOVE OR SEE (WIPE THE TEAR)
NO MORE FEAR (WIPE THE TEAR)
BEGGING YOU FOR THE LASH OF THE WHIP
TIE ME DOWN, I'M INTO SLAVERY
TORTURE ME (WIPE THE TEAR)
CAN'T MOVE OR SEE (NO MORE FEAR)
WHIP ME TO THE PITS OF DEPRAVITY
I'VE BEEN KISSED BY THE WHIP
THE WHIP SKINS STRIPS
KISSED ON THE LIPS
BY THE FLICK OF THE WHIP
GET YOUR PLEASURE, BY ANY MEASURE
GIRLS OR BOYS (PICK AT SORES)
SEX TOYS (PICK AT SORES)
THE SIN LASTS FOREVER
TEASE THE SC... read more
Fri, February 10, 2006 - 12:54 PM permalink - 1 comment
 
Run

Holy girl
Don't get up
For running

Stay with me
I feel sad
When you run

Sands of time
Are lying
On my chest

Stay in bed
I feel sad
When you run

Stay like this
On the hills
Of my chest

Don't wake up
I feel strange
When you go

Stop the night
Hold me tight
Holy girl

Don't stand up
I feel strange
When you go

- Air
Wed, February 8, 2006 - 10:29 AM permalink - 1 comment
 

Time to die.
No confession.
No absolution.

You gave your last communion on New Year’s Eve.
Her lips touched your fingers.
Your fingers touched her lips New Years morning.

April is the cruelest month, she smiled.
Only for those who believe this moment will last forever.
It’s strange hearing you say that, she caressed your face.
I stopped believing a long time ago.

Bless me, Father.
For I have sinned.
My last confession was a week ago.

Good morning, Carlos.
... read more
Tue, February 7, 2006 - 12:01 PM permalink - 0 comments
 

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President George W. Bush
Tuesday December 19, 2005

“An open debate about law would say to the enemy, “Here’s what we are going to do’, and this is the enemy which adjusts.”
(– President George W. Bush, warning against further consultation with Congress about giving the National Security Agency permission to spy on international telephone calls of American citizens.)

The President accused those who revealed the spying mission of a “shameful act.”

*

The Financial Tim... read more
Wed, December 21, 2005 - 3:33 PM permalink - 0 comments
 

Let me dream you some happiness.
Wed, December 14, 2005 - 10:34 AM permalink - 1 comment
 

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Whore
Bitch
Mother
Do you take this woman to be

Your whore
Your bitch
The mother of your children

Amen.

You believe that he loves you,
That he will seek shelter in your bed
And think of you when he comes.

In the morning you will taste him,
Bringing your fingers from between your thighs to your lips,
The future conceived in a whimper,
A boy,
Who will call you his mother

A bitch
And a whore.

Your naked body,
Covered in his spent sweat,
The morning light ... read more
Thu, December 8, 2005 - 2:50 PM permalink - 0 comments
 

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I wept again last night,
As you slept beside me.
Your body warm, my hands between my thighs,
Dreaming of you.

Dreams give wings to fools,
Early on you said to me,
Before kissing me for the first time.
That night I slept no more.

I taste the salt on my lips,
Lips you once thirsted for,
In a woken dream.

In the morning I asked you,
Why do dreams give wings to fools,
And you said, slipping your hand between my thighs,
Dreams lead you astray, I closed my eyes, by giving... read more
Tue, November 29, 2005 - 9:55 AM permalink - 2 comments
 
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream -
Lingering in the golden gleam -
Life, what is it but a dream?

(Lewis Carroll)
Fri, November 25, 2005 - 3:40 PM permalink - 1 comment
 
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September 14, 2005
Ein man ein wîp, ein wîp ein man,
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A View of the 21st Century from the 18th. (blog entry) *
Michael Chertoff, the US Secretary for Homeland (In)Security was on the Sunday talk show circuit justifying Washington's extra powers on it's war on (an abstract noun) terror.

He made an interesting statement that has not been the subject o... read more
blog entry posted Wed, August 16, 2006 - 3:09 PM permalink - 0 comments
If you can't love me... (blog entry)
Bless me Father, for I have sinned.
My last confession was last night
in your bed.

Father, David whispered, it’s time.

You brought down the Eucharist
and broke it between you fingers.
The mass went on as if nothing had happened.

B... read more
blog entry posted Mon, August 7, 2006 - 11:11 AM permalink - 2 comments
The morning after the morning after... (blog entry)
Foolish girl,
what did you expect,
after you left the nunnery,
but tear stained dreams.

The bright lights of the city kept you warm,
going from bed to bed,
like a penitent on a fruitless pilgrimage.
Foolish were your dreams,
silly gir... read more
blog entry posted Sat, July 29, 2006 - 8:46 AM permalink - 2 comments
If you can"t forget... (blog entry) *

When I left the sacristy,
My sister was waiting for me,
Holding a handful of stargazers.

"Feliz Cumpleanos" she smiled,
And kissed me on the cheek
in plain view of the congregation.
"Let's pretend I'm your mistress," she whispered in ... read more
blog entry posted Fri, June 16, 2006 - 11:52 AM permalink - 0 comments
Let's Play (blog entry) Let’s play.

Oh, what fun.
My body aches,
For your spell to bewitch me,
Again and again.
Beautiful.

Like the night I went swimming in the sea
With a full moon to illuminate my way home.
I woke up wet,
My bed soaked,
With sal... read more
blog entry posted Wed, March 1, 2006 - 11:01 AM permalink - 1 comment
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