Feb

1995

Costa Rica

A majestic wave crashes on the shore;
Releasing the ocean’s power
Touching the freedom of my soul.

The tropic breeze cools and caresses;
Swaying trees and palm fronds,
Breaking barriers to my soul.

Chorus: A precious thing I’ve found here
A precious thing I know
This precious thing abounds here,
It is the life I love;
The life I love.

Melodious birdsongs fill the air,
Arousing and entertaining,
Singing to my soul

Whispy clouds are tinged with gold
As the sun kisses the horizon,
And reflects the light of my soul.

Chorus: A precious thing I’ve found here
A precious thing I know
This precious thing abounds here,
It is the life I love;
The life I love.

These gracious, warm and beautiful people
Greet me with a smile,
To share their love and touch my soul.

I live and love this paradise,
And have found a happiness here,
The happiness to release my soul.

Chorus: A precious thing I’ve found here
A precious thing I know
This precious thing abounds here,
It is the life I live,
The life I am.

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Jul

1994

Selfish

by Stephen Messer

This emptiness
eats at the
very core of my being;
eats away at
these emotions.

Consumed,
consumed,
as the wood becomes ash,
apprizing me of my finite time,
consumed I am,
an emptiness to blame.

The essence of who I am
has been ripped from me,
held up to the
sun in
raucous triumph,
a still beating Mayan sacrifice.

Ha! But that sacrifice
would have meaning.

My emptiness does not.
My loss is my loss,
but should not be a loss.
The friend I’ve lost
shall still be my friend,
though empty, lonely,
his untimely departure
has left me.

How selfish I am.

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Jul

1994

Gone Away

by Stephen Messer

There is a cold and empty grey,
since you have gone away,
and all the flowers aren’t in bloom
and there’s no-one sleeping in your room
since you have gone away.

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Jun

1994

Untitled

by Stephen Messer

Walking through the parks we see
Like the performer, we the audience.
Standing mesmerized, and in awe
At the spectacle nature puts on
just for us.

How separate and distinct we are,
or, at least, think ourselves to be.
Taking pride in our mastery of her,
Fearing the brief interludes when
she exerts her force,
Letting us know her true,
but latent power.

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Jun

1994

Untitled, Solstice, 1994

by Stephen Messer

In my mind there are
moments when I peek
into the void, this
senseless, piteous void of
emptiness, despair,
unrealized hopes,
wasted dreams.
I look in there
and see all things
I hate, all the things
I really can’t stand
about myself.

Freed from this, in a
momentary triumph,
I touch the base
I know I once had.

Still, I remain haunted,
plagued by the things
I could have been,
should have done.

And through it all
there is me.
What a love-hate life
it has been.

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Apr

1994

Parting

by Stephen Messer

There is a time
when our
lives will
break free of
each other.

You have the rest
of
your life ahead,

and I have mine.

Though our paths may again cross,
our paths have been
rendered
hopelessly
intertwined.

The change in my life
you have brought,
and the change
I hope
I made in yours,
we shall carry on.

Death may be near,
it may be far.

Not even death’s
awakening hour shall
separate the thoughts
of you
I carry,
the effects in you
I caused.

You will always
have my memory,
my thoughts.

I shall always cherish yours.

I share your future joys,
and triumphs.

I despair in your losses.

I rejoice in you.

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Sep

1993

Hollow frame of mind

by Stephen Messer

In some abasing, hollow frame of mind,
pondering endlessly upon how
together distasteful and alluring though it is,
the inevitible always shall be.

For with a passing hint of time, there is
no other fantasy to which to turn;
I find myself drawn to ponder the distasteful,
however selfish it may seem,
and yet that end becomes at times alluring.

How much I love this life, I know. Yet,
other facets of this being, as yet pondered,
perhaps partially explored, I don’t know.
There may be a further freedom that I know;
there may be an existence I further love,
and yet it entices and does scare me so.

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Jan

1993

All is well

by Stephen Messer

If this were a dream I’d think
that I’d awaken to find all is well;
If this were a nightmare, I’d scream
and panic, but find that all is well;
If this were a joke I’d think
that it was fun, but all’s now well;
If this were a lie I’d think
that truth is, all is well;

And if this were a story, I’d think
that the good guys always win;
And if this were a lesson, I’d think
that I have learned, and all is well;
And if this were a mistake, I’d think
that mistakes are made, and all is well;
And if this were a conspiracy, I’d think
that conspirers fall, and all is well.

But this is not a dream, a lie, a joke, a nightmare,
Not a story, a conspiracy, a lesson or mistake;
And it is all these things, and it is life;
And it is all these things, and it is me.

And ironic though it be,
All is well.

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Nov

1992

Untitled – November 28, 1992

by Stephen Messer

Cold grey night of uncertainty
I wash the fear from faces of stone.

If you really touched me, I’d know fearlessness,
but it’s no use.

Your touch is that of a mother’s
Your hands are busy cleansing, washing over me.
Me the lover, not the fighter
Me the jester, not the prophet
Me the sick, not the well.

and you.

I fear a touch, the touch of a lover
or fighter,
I fear the prophecies
of a jester.

of you.

and I wash the fear
from this face of stone.

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Poetry of Stephen Messer

Animadversion in Verse

Costa Rica

Selfish

Gone Away

Untitled

Untitled, Solstice, 1994

Parting

Hollow frame of mind

All is well

Untitled – November 28, 1992

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