Foreword

A Taste Of Paradise is a poetry manuscript modified from a poetry
chapbook I wrote under the guidance of Dr. Ricardo Sanchez.

     - Stephen W. Cote
       July, 1995

A Taste Of Paradise

Mohem

Introduction

Close (furrow brow) your (mine ?) eyes (darkness)
                                        Open (delete) your (enter) mind (heart)
                                                        (life)
                                        Step (running) through (into) the
                                        window (gateway)
In (somewhere) a land (the Land) of dreams (broken hopes)
                                        A reality (possibly) beyond (next to)
                                        reality (is it really ?)
                        Where nothing is real
                        And reality ?
                        It is everything here
                        The Mohem

The Mohem

Bountiful bodies collide
-time? is it ours?
Electric ladyland's virtual bride
-under a lover's moonbeam
Caught with a red hand,
A palm raping a mouse
And in the light I saw a land-
Gone when I blinked twice!
Cursing, my temper arose

        "Let it be, keep it down
        "It's only a game, only a game
        "It's only a lifetime"
         Or is it ?



South Of Mohem

Always springtime
And just approaching day or night
Dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn
Never quite finishing
Always the plateau,
And Beth's discouragement from afar
And my dear, shy Timber, such much like I
What did I know ?
I never did leave that plateau,
To meet you.

I read Rhen a word
And she saw it as my sin
I think they would have hurt me
If I had been real

How do you spell love ?

The Mohem: Letters and Numbers

ENTER:
        
        
        Garbage love (sigh)

                                                
ENTER:
        To: i8442449@wsuaix.csc.wsu.edu
        Fr: 

        
        
        Speak to me
        Sing to me
        Make it real for me
        Just don't leave it all to me
        Garbage love (sigh)

          


The Mohem: Angelic Embrace
        (Outside Of Mohem)

For the first time today,
I feel it's really over. (Roger Waters bleeding in the background)

You made such the perfect excuse
Was I really so blind ? (Waters again, sort of)

And who would have ever thought
A means for an end to come so swift.

From the world of mlange sands
Where God decides your fate
By the proximity of your tongue
To his boot band

And seventy years into the Shadowrun zone
Crying in my mind - no one is home
        In my mind
        In the reality
        Of my kind

Settling down neath a tree of dreams
I felt the pain of a crazy, lazy sunbeam
Impulsed to tell every VR song
How do you spell heartache 
        - until it won't be spelled wrong ?

Nothing is so glorious as a heart which bleeds
For a lost, treasured love, part of a miracle need

The special times - they can be a chore
How do you shake a hand 
        - when the torch it holds could have been yours ?

                "The flames will die die die
                 Was this so important, so important to make me cry ?"

                The screen can print TEAR
                But the true saline of our fears
                And the pain in our years
                STOPS! - Still on our side

                "How do I hold a friend tight,
                 When their hand screams and seems to gleam
                 With a killing knife's light ?"

Softly, so softly the leaves fall
Somehow, I can't find comfort in them
        - they do not love me back

Silver wings spreading
Cherished dreams ebbing
Life road winding
Simple sunlight blinding
Angelic soft embrace
Baby astral lace
Into starwind's face
Quiet angelic embrace

                "Angels, take me home tonight
                 I don't want to feel the pain
                 Everytime she turns on the light"

(sniffs softly)

I'm going home .. alone
        - it's still home
In the reality zone.