Behold, the words of Lococat

"Tell me who you walk with and I'll tell you who you are."
- Mexican Proverb

Dragon Treasure I found a treasure, quite unknowingly... It gleamed bright white, and I could not see. tho it tugged at my heart, I still could not feel. this jewel called my name, yet I was unable to hear. all in vain it turned to walk away... In that moment, I caught a glimpse of a rare and wonderful gift... a tender soul full of love. now I have the privledge of calling it my own. I love you my darling. - Shell

"I love thee, love thee, sweetest friend."
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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the shadows cover me, here I linger
seeing not the cracks which light shows
hiding tendrils of passion fostered by warmth
the gypsy soul, long buried, has been stirred
And the ache to wander, is a palpable wound
Grimly smiling at tract houses and suburbia
that claims and rejects wilds beyond the norm

where the wild things are I should venture
observing in safety, cowering in abject terror
passion flamed maybe sublimated to stolid nature
reconciling curiosity with the need for the known
while the critic and the artist spar over phrases
if both be real, contained in convoluted whole
shall not the shell split, and waves crash the middle

host polarized, maligned betwixt two opposites
where Jeykell berates Hyde and vice versa
and what if one was always within you
and what if one was foisted from without
would the choice to end internal strife be easier
the darkness provides cover for not choosing
and I have made my choice by not choosing

- Lococat

Steel

Soul Mates

Everywhere
I feel the smile
I feel the warmth
I feel the love
Within my heard, my heart
You are everywhere

Its not intrusive, or demanding
The presence is gentle, encouraging
To carry you with me is joy
I whisper your name with rapture
And I feel the heat of brilliance
Within my heard, my heart
You are everywhere

Your acceptance of me molds my thoughts
Reality is mine to manipulate
Your passion enables my dreams to take wing
Daedalus now has me for a companion
The sun cannot match my soul's fire
Within my heard, my heart
You are everywhere

- Lococat





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The soft verdant foothills look alluring
as I waft forward out of the wasteland
dust blows over my past and I can't return
Tears of blood roll down my cheeks
scaring the green moss when they fall

paths are foreshadowed in these hills
climbing up as towards jagged peaks
leaves rustle in wind, water gurgles
my heart bloody in my hand, I toss it away
watching it eat into the earth like acid

as I scale cliffs, white in the moonlight
eyes closed, the crags and crevices known
fireflies glow as I look down to the other side
I convulse as my soul rips itself asunder
my shell laughs as it sees another wasteland


- Lococat

March 1996

The horse pasture

Wood, rough and solid wood, under his bare feet
the boy dances across the rails.
The sun warms his back, light casting a shadow
on the ground of the rail dancer.
Smiling in solitude, toes and heels raised, lowered
the first span is passed easily.
Pausing on the post, eyes wander wildly momentarily
for he thought he heard a car.
With an exhale of relief, for isolation remained still,
he skips lightly, covering many rails.

A prick of a splinter he ignores, its so very temporary
compared to daily pain absorbed .
The boy continues his journey on the rails, his feet
touching and patting along the wood.
Breathing in the pasture's smells, of buttercups and grass,
he feels alive in his simple task.
Measuring his progress he sees that he is halfway round,
and the sky is still a brilliant blue.
As he gazes at the moving rail beneath him, he laughs,
no fear of falling in horse chips.

Up and down, the feet frolic his wooden skywalk, up
and down, four feet off the ground.
His body slightly sweaty from the heat of the day, a tremor
from a weaker rail passes through his legs.
A small breeze tugs at the boy's shorts, his eyes focused on
the few remaining rails of the square.
With a bzzz, a bee alights on the boy's arm, he balance lost
as he tries to move it away, he falls.
Picking himself of the grass, he feels no disappointment,
no loss, he just smiles and tries again.


- Lococat






Mirrors

Shards sowed deep and wide
Once offered comfort to my love
When the looking glass glistened
My eyes echoed your souls desires

Now I only offer you the bile of pain
The sorrow of your heart feeds mine
And it is only the anguish that I claim
Broken, aimless, I know not love

No pleasure drawn in giving empty cups
I smile, through bitter tears, wondering
Do ruptured dreams spoil all memories?
Will hate fill passion's chaotic void?

Better to stone the glass to pieces
Then heal the caustic fissures with blood
My portrait, a haunted husk, I grieve
And beg, don't hate or save, just leave.



- Lococat

God. Not to me

Dear Uncle, brother to all evil, show me your face for why a mote I be, I shall not play your foil Display your countenance, so I may spit on your grace for the flower I love is dying within my soil Cruelty, pain, far beyond my father you have surpassed she was the sunlight dwelling within my night And you, you knew I could not refuse the radiant lass I curse you now, for she withers in my sight I laugh at mortals who seek loving comfort from thee and I mock my self, thinking I could nourish I unlike mortals know that you are supreme hypocrisy but innate evil allows nothing to flourish My tears flowing, I grieve to part from one so fair for I vanish now, leave no trace But I know someone will cherish her, someone will care and Uncle you will be replaced by LocoCat

Puppets

My Child

It’s late and I smile thinking of you sleeping,
as my footsteps echo silently in my empty room.
Will my explanations be enough to keep you,
as I explain later on why I had to leave you.
Can there ever be too may tears shed by my
heart, to let you know how much I tried.

Even as I write, my eyes mist over
and my soul aches, for the flaw of the
relationship is mine to bear, not yours.
If a drop of my blood could restore a day
in your life to me, I would spill all of my
blood to partake and see all of your days.

Within my heart you shall ever reside.
if you need me, no hell stand between us,
but the torment of mine is for me to hold now,
and we can share later if you desire to.
Be angry if you wish, feel free to lash out
at me with your pain and sorrow when you see me.

But know when I think of you, I love you.
If I hear your name, that I love you.
When I see you, that I love you.
And when I hug you, I love you.
That where ever I may be, I love you.
And that forever my child, I love you.

- Lococat - September 1996

"I added this special place for a special friend. He held my hand and commiserated with me through all the bumpy spots. He never once condemned me for my thoughts, words or actions. This man I regard as a true friend. I hope that he knows that if he should ever need me... I am there by his side always, he need only turn and look into my eyes to see the truth." - Paradox

"Good friends are as good as gold." - Winnie the Pooh