time
when locked in love
ceases
or
when fooled by love
lapses.
there is a difference:
like watching a stream
and running beside it
in rhythm with the flow; or
like stopping by the stream
and witnessing the rush
that slips away over stones.
the quest is to find
a love of the present,
not the future nor the past,
just now
when there is no fear
no jealousy
no envy
no worry
no guilt
no fault
no sorrow
no hurry
and, if time treats you well,
no end
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Wednesday, October 20, 2010
leaking
i find that i am leaking from
the part of the scenery that i am
and what i have become
twisting in the wind
like a browning maple leaf
outgrown its stay
unsure of where it will land
or if time will mulch its journey
trembling ever so
in anticipation
in captivity
the part of the scenery that i am
and what i have become
twisting in the wind
like a browning maple leaf
outgrown its stay
unsure of where it will land
or if time will mulch its journey
trembling ever so
in anticipation
in captivity
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
without you
let's start with what we know
but never admit it.
the world is unbearable...
scary
sad
disappointing
unforgiving
mean
hateful
ruthless
sucking the bloodlife out of you
like a squeegy mop squeeging.
but don't tell a soul
keep it the little secret
deceit, torture, killing, lies, hate, hunger, poverty, illness, loneliness
NOISE
all so vicious and cruel and unable to sustain life...
without you
but never admit it.
the world is unbearable...
scary
sad
disappointing
unforgiving
mean
hateful
ruthless
sucking the bloodlife out of you
like a squeegy mop squeeging.
but don't tell a soul
keep it the little secret
deceit, torture, killing, lies, hate, hunger, poverty, illness, loneliness
NOISE
all so vicious and cruel and unable to sustain life...
without you
Monday, September 20, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
f*cked
my eyes are filled with you
and overwhelmed by your beauty
moving slowly over your body
trailing from your exquisite breasts
down your creamy soft skin
over the folds of your sex
as you open for me
and reveal it's mine for the taking
i enter you slowly
until the full length of me fills you
i hear a tiny yelp
and then a cry for help
and then a moan of surrender
i take you violently
feasting on your nipples
like a vulture in a coffin
devouring you in a crunching griphold
you plead for the kill
and want me to excavate your womanhood
and i do so ruthlessly
plunging inside my tunnel of death
i worship your mouth
and ask you to annoint me
in wet thrusts of bliss
as wine runs down your thighs
the host, the sweetest honey
and overwhelmed by your beauty
moving slowly over your body
trailing from your exquisite breasts
down your creamy soft skin
over the folds of your sex
as you open for me
and reveal it's mine for the taking
i enter you slowly
until the full length of me fills you
i hear a tiny yelp
and then a cry for help
and then a moan of surrender
i take you violently
feasting on your nipples
like a vulture in a coffin
devouring you in a crunching griphold
you plead for the kill
and want me to excavate your womanhood
and i do so ruthlessly
plunging inside my tunnel of death
i worship your mouth
and ask you to annoint me
in wet thrusts of bliss
as wine runs down your thighs
the host, the sweetest honey
Monday, September 6, 2010
empty house
empty house
it used to be full
and loud
and never so silent
empty soul
it used to be full
and radiant
and never so sad
empty head
it used to be full
and crazy
and never so damn sane
it used to be full
and loud
and never so silent
empty soul
it used to be full
and radiant
and never so sad
empty head
it used to be full
and crazy
and never so damn sane
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
freedom
in a strange world
where love's often hidden behind fear
when gentle often recoils from brash
she comes and conquers hearts
like a promise of hope and dreams
like a soft warm breeze in summer
caressing, giving life, breathing wonder
like freedom.
in a troubled world
where truth's often blinded by lies
when tender's often seen as weak
she comes with her sweet smile
like so many offerings of change
like the first warm rains of spring
cleansing, purifying, renewing
like freedom.
so she wants freedom
this gentle tender rare woman-child
so she desires tranquility and stability
while she plays in the shadows of indulgence
while she clamors for her liberty
and embraces pride beyond redemption
this wistful woman, this confirming child, this wonder
freedom.
where love's often hidden behind fear
when gentle often recoils from brash
she comes and conquers hearts
like a promise of hope and dreams
like a soft warm breeze in summer
caressing, giving life, breathing wonder
like freedom.
in a troubled world
where truth's often blinded by lies
when tender's often seen as weak
she comes with her sweet smile
like so many offerings of change
like the first warm rains of spring
cleansing, purifying, renewing
like freedom.
so she wants freedom
this gentle tender rare woman-child
so she desires tranquility and stability
while she plays in the shadows of indulgence
while she clamors for her liberty
and embraces pride beyond redemption
this wistful woman, this confirming child, this wonder
freedom.
Monday, August 9, 2010
it's by dream
i wish i could know your body
by the smell of you,
by the feel of your folds,
by the sound of your yearnings,
or by taste alone.
as it is,
it's by dream
that i see you’re even prettier
when you’re bare,
that you want to lie with me,
that you say come to me
let’s make love.
by the smell of you,
by the feel of your folds,
by the sound of your yearnings,
or by taste alone.
as it is,
it's by dream
that i see you’re even prettier
when you’re bare,
that you want to lie with me,
that you say come to me
let’s make love.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
waves
my brooding darkened the sea dull and sullen
haunting me hovering cloudy with wearisome
the moonlight kissed her long wavy hair
the sweet dew blissed at la lune de claire
sea dusk birdless flaunting and fears
songs sung sadder than tearless tears
the sunlight radiating her soul laughing eyes
while her sultry perfume pervaded the skies
moon-grey whispers taunting in dark forest
silent vespers out of rhyme with the chorus
she looked at me nakedly wantonly in wonder
my heart jumped joyfully her spell i lay under
rippless frozen the sirens of the sea
undulate, recoil and sing back to me
haunting me hovering cloudy with wearisome
the moonlight kissed her long wavy hair
the sweet dew blissed at la lune de claire
sea dusk birdless flaunting and fears
songs sung sadder than tearless tears
the sunlight radiating her soul laughing eyes
while her sultry perfume pervaded the skies
moon-grey whispers taunting in dark forest
silent vespers out of rhyme with the chorus
she looked at me nakedly wantonly in wonder
my heart jumped joyfully her spell i lay under
rippless frozen the sirens of the sea
undulate, recoil and sing back to me
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
more you
it wasn't the beauty of your eyes
no longer blue with tears
larger, clearer
that disarmed me
it was the look that seemed to crinkle with love
wider, deeper
more azure
more assured
more you
no longer blue with tears
larger, clearer
that disarmed me
it was the look that seemed to crinkle with love
wider, deeper
more azure
more assured
more you
Sunday, July 25, 2010
the end of fear
evil forces are at work
beyond all control
good does not surface
from silence at all
having a certain belief
if not certain or full
doesn't hurt a faith
in all things beautiful
while time often heals
it definitely kills
little pieces of hearts
can lose their wills
don't listen to voices
that say what is wrong
it's what has to be
what makes us strong
when all's said and done
and the dust settles down
we'll be laughing we two
like two little clowns
so here's to you
and a parting cheer
l'chaim to life
and to the end of fear
beyond all control
good does not surface
from silence at all
having a certain belief
if not certain or full
doesn't hurt a faith
in all things beautiful
while time often heals
it definitely kills
little pieces of hearts
can lose their wills
don't listen to voices
that say what is wrong
it's what has to be
what makes us strong
when all's said and done
and the dust settles down
we'll be laughing we two
like two little clowns
so here's to you
and a parting cheer
l'chaim to life
and to the end of fear
Thursday, July 15, 2010
when we least expect it
spinning out from the night cocoon
daylight may reveal ominous shadows
life's quest is to find love
even in the darkest places
when we're sinking as we will
we find strength in mindfulness
fixed on that bridge to safety
supported on those banks of truth
we will soften and weaken at a cost
but not at all what we think
life is a process that is preparing us
to find beauty, when we least expect it
daylight may reveal ominous shadows
life's quest is to find love
even in the darkest places
when we're sinking as we will
we find strength in mindfulness
fixed on that bridge to safety
supported on those banks of truth
we will soften and weaken at a cost
but not at all what we think
life is a process that is preparing us
to find beauty, when we least expect it
Monday, July 12, 2010
nikon
pupils darken
pretty girls pass
eyes follow
trails linger
swaying sights
built for irises
wide-eyed angles
adjust aperture
f: stop, please stop
retina ready
view/click
negative/positive
imprint
pretty girls pass
eyes follow
trails linger
swaying sights
built for irises
wide-eyed angles
adjust aperture
f: stop, please stop
retina ready
view/click
negative/positive
imprint
Saturday, July 10, 2010
sirius circus
in the night sky
a sirius circus
of celestial stars shining
through holes in the big top
as if tossed by a white gloved hand
and juggled by a clown in tails
while the bespangled ringmaster
signals the dancing bears and lions
to join in the parade of light
in march to milanollo
a sirius circus
of celestial stars shining
through holes in the big top
as if tossed by a white gloved hand
and juggled by a clown in tails
while the bespangled ringmaster
signals the dancing bears and lions
to join in the parade of light
in march to milanollo
Thursday, July 8, 2010
bird island
bird island looms
the surrounding sea bubbles and dances
salt spray spits unceremoniously
merging with continuous grey cloud
light drizzle limewashes the colonized cliff
a busy yet tranquil sanctuary appears
cape breton cormorant and playful hometown puffin
a gentle prodding of sweet mother's wing
speeds away a precocious prodigal son
hardening, honing, homing.
an american golden eagle sharpons its viselike talons
...its beauty unfathomable, its danger immeasurable...
on the rocky precipice of row condos.
valiant patriot guards practise their death spirals
their will impenetrable and noble
as the cold grey atlantic relents
and languishes in the heat of the summer
unaware of time, place, and circumstance
and the urgency of the moment
the surrounding sea bubbles and dances
salt spray spits unceremoniously
merging with continuous grey cloud
light drizzle limewashes the colonized cliff
a busy yet tranquil sanctuary appears
cape breton cormorant and playful hometown puffin
a gentle prodding of sweet mother's wing
speeds away a precocious prodigal son
hardening, honing, homing.
an american golden eagle sharpons its viselike talons
...its beauty unfathomable, its danger immeasurable...
on the rocky precipice of row condos.
valiant patriot guards practise their death spirals
their will impenetrable and noble
as the cold grey atlantic relents
and languishes in the heat of the summer
unaware of time, place, and circumstance
and the urgency of the moment
Sunday, July 4, 2010
rings around the moon
rings around the moon
warnings of storms on the horizon
warnings of impenetrable dreams
and the vulnerability of the heart...
it seems
with a harvest moon so bountiful
that all i want to do is caress the night
and feel its omnipresence
like the beauty of a morning glory
glistening with dew,
but all i can do is feel the sting
of words so juxtaposed
and smell the singeing
of untold truths
burning like a searing zeppelin...
forgive me if i'm maudlin
it's the moon
the wanderlust unindulged
it's the happenstance of fate
ringing the moon.
warnings of storms on the horizon
warnings of impenetrable dreams
and the vulnerability of the heart...
it seems
with a harvest moon so bountiful
that all i want to do is caress the night
and feel its omnipresence
like the beauty of a morning glory
glistening with dew,
but all i can do is feel the sting
of words so juxtaposed
and smell the singeing
of untold truths
burning like a searing zeppelin...
forgive me if i'm maudlin
it's the moon
the wanderlust unindulged
it's the happenstance of fate
ringing the moon.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
lunar traces
i don't know exactly what to say...
i want to write with precision,
exquisitely,
but then i'd overreach
and miss your heart.
so i'll try with my usual clumsiness
like some fool dancing with two left feet
knowing i could circle the moon forever
and not find any better words to say
i love you,
then i'd go and spoil it all again
with moonbeams and other lunar traces.
i want to write with precision,
exquisitely,
but then i'd overreach
and miss your heart.
so i'll try with my usual clumsiness
like some fool dancing with two left feet
knowing i could circle the moon forever
and not find any better words to say
i love you,
then i'd go and spoil it all again
with moonbeams and other lunar traces.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
we hold on
we hold on, so beautifully
the air sweet soft and clear
in golden fields we peer into eternity
the sun caught in angular mirrors
life strives to a silent singer
resonant and gallantly fair
hands reach out for each other
though singed by fires of despair
lovers embrace and rediscover
like heroes back from the war
hold tight that promise of wonder
and of time, sweet time, to explore
the air sweet soft and clear
in golden fields we peer into eternity
the sun caught in angular mirrors
life strives to a silent singer
resonant and gallantly fair
hands reach out for each other
though singed by fires of despair
lovers embrace and rediscover
like heroes back from the war
hold tight that promise of wonder
and of time, sweet time, to explore
Sunday, June 27, 2010
lush green sea
the green sea glistened in the rapture of a diamond sun
peridot shimmered upon the surface like crown jewels
the darkest forest was replete with emerald lichen
and my soaring heart was golden as a fool's
for i had tasted the day in a richly ravenous way
held close the sweet sweet night in soft embrace
i had been to the summit where the ospreys play
dared to plummet for my food's delicious taste
these happiest of days are now sodered and adorned
with sterling stars framing love lust mythically
i race my heart out over canyons in the moon's forlon
and breathless surface like blue fin whale in lush green sea.
peridot shimmered upon the surface like crown jewels
the darkest forest was replete with emerald lichen
and my soaring heart was golden as a fool's
for i had tasted the day in a richly ravenous way
held close the sweet sweet night in soft embrace
i had been to the summit where the ospreys play
dared to plummet for my food's delicious taste
these happiest of days are now sodered and adorned
with sterling stars framing love lust mythically
i race my heart out over canyons in the moon's forlon
and breathless surface like blue fin whale in lush green sea.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
orion
i'll sleep now
there's nothing more to do
i've faced glory and defeat
and gained from both
i'll listen to the music of the stars
and feel a glitter all my own,
and if i should go to orion
to leave my earthly world to another morn
then at least
i know i have soared through the night
and touched all i can feel
like being wrapped in moonglow
and fantasy and shining wonder
believing in tomorrow's different hue...
without dreams
the force of life
is weighty.
there's nothing more to do
i've faced glory and defeat
and gained from both
i'll listen to the music of the stars
and feel a glitter all my own,
and if i should go to orion
to leave my earthly world to another morn
then at least
i know i have soared through the night
and touched all i can feel
like being wrapped in moonglow
and fantasy and shining wonder
believing in tomorrow's different hue...
without dreams
the force of life
is weighty.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
lovers
in the sanctum
of the long grass
wordless moans
seep through lips
like nectar sucked
by parched bees
long from the hive
serene and free
laying entwined
with stars prancing
to a cosmic trot
momentarily
the moon's a puppet
strung by fingers
still wet with honey
of the long grass
wordless moans
seep through lips
like nectar sucked
by parched bees
long from the hive
serene and free
laying entwined
with stars prancing
to a cosmic trot
momentarily
the moon's a puppet
strung by fingers
still wet with honey
Friday, June 18, 2010
summers me
you're like a summer breeze on the winter of life
if even for a tender moment
i can smell the sweet lilacs through your hair
and hear the soothing sound of the swallows
feel the warm embrace of a weeping willow
and the beckoning of the beauty of nature's breasts
and then you leave me
floating away on the wind that brought you here
like a single snowflake returned to winter's chill
rendering my fleeting dream frozen in time
until once again your soft caress summers me
if even for a tender moment
i can smell the sweet lilacs through your hair
and hear the soothing sound of the swallows
feel the warm embrace of a weeping willow
and the beckoning of the beauty of nature's breasts
and then you leave me
floating away on the wind that brought you here
like a single snowflake returned to winter's chill
rendering my fleeting dream frozen in time
until once again your soft caress summers me
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
spin
a tiny spin
of this earth eats the sun
offers oranges to the famished night
brings wines to the parched sky
twilights lovers in soft silhouette
alters wayward horizons
sends artists on a capture...
as if the earth had stopped
for just one beautiful moment...
then begins again
as you fall in love
of this earth eats the sun
offers oranges to the famished night
brings wines to the parched sky
twilights lovers in soft silhouette
alters wayward horizons
sends artists on a capture...
as if the earth had stopped
for just one beautiful moment...
then begins again
as you fall in love
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
as you are
as you are, you
are you, no one else
comes to me
as you are
no more, no less
just as you are, you
are you
are you, no one else
comes to me
as you are
no more, no less
just as you are, you
are you
Monday, June 14, 2010
i've been watching you
i've been watching you
mesmerized
by your movements
around my heart
patterned on
the earth's ellipsis
in symmetry
like the trickle
of a mountain stream
cycling over me
mesmerized
by your movements
around my heart
patterned on
the earth's ellipsis
in symmetry
like the trickle
of a mountain stream
cycling over me
Sunday, June 13, 2010
dark and light
so here it is again
the darkness that follows me
like a shadow
and pounces like a cat
in the night
when i am most vulnerable.
and yet often
in the memory of your afterglow
i can still feel the warmth.
you, inspiration of all things wonderful
you, source of all strength,
just when i feel my grip
weaken at the beast's throat
just before i face like a gallows
the bed of ultimate dark
(where i keep your picture hidden
under the pillow-down of your thighs)
just when i feel the surrender
to the bloodlust of feline claws,
a ray of your being
carries me
on a beam of dreams
on a pulse of smiles
away.
the darkness that follows me
like a shadow
and pounces like a cat
in the night
when i am most vulnerable.
and yet often
in the memory of your afterglow
i can still feel the warmth.
you, inspiration of all things wonderful
you, source of all strength,
just when i feel my grip
weaken at the beast's throat
just before i face like a gallows
the bed of ultimate dark
(where i keep your picture hidden
under the pillow-down of your thighs)
just when i feel the surrender
to the bloodlust of feline claws,
a ray of your being
carries me
on a beam of dreams
on a pulse of smiles
away.
the affair
encounters on rooftops, secrets and staircases
desirous, uncomfortable, anxious
the need for pleasure once supreme
the painful loss of goodbye unbearable
pleasure and pain are always so serious
and that afternoon of unspeakable silence
when the truth was we never really cared enough
now any details are too fragmented
beginning stories and falling silent
knowing the right words may not be enough
doomed to a lifetime in the shadows
stop waiting for me by the window
desirous, uncomfortable, anxious
the need for pleasure once supreme
the painful loss of goodbye unbearable
pleasure and pain are always so serious
and that afternoon of unspeakable silence
when the truth was we never really cared enough
now any details are too fragmented
beginning stories and falling silent
knowing the right words may not be enough
doomed to a lifetime in the shadows
stop waiting for me by the window
Friday, June 11, 2010
summer reflection
the mirrored lake
a double vision
impermeable, incomplete
like beauty
universally misunderstood
and below, the fathomless dark.
is beauty the lake
its reflection
or beyond that illusionary surface
among the shapes i dare not look
in the shadows
like the one we made
with me holding you,
but holding back.
how else to describe
love and fear
and the resignation
that only one
will be my fate,
without the completing beauty.
a double vision
impermeable, incomplete
like beauty
universally misunderstood
and below, the fathomless dark.
is beauty the lake
its reflection
or beyond that illusionary surface
among the shapes i dare not look
in the shadows
like the one we made
with me holding you,
but holding back.
how else to describe
love and fear
and the resignation
that only one
will be my fate,
without the completing beauty.
the agony
the agony
from the moment lovers separate
feeling each will become someone else
knowing it's the last time they will hold each other
and never to remember exactly how it felt...
how absurd this world becomes when,
by some odd or even fate,
there are those
who ride away on white ponies with flowers in their hair
and those
who must fly with undeveloped wings and curse the wind.
from the moment lovers separate
feeling each will become someone else
knowing it's the last time they will hold each other
and never to remember exactly how it felt...
how absurd this world becomes when,
by some odd or even fate,
there are those
who ride away on white ponies with flowers in their hair
and those
who must fly with undeveloped wings and curse the wind.
Monday, June 7, 2010
she enters
she enters his eyes through her eyes
penetrating the shell of loneliness
she enters his heart through her heart
saying, “yes, that’s right”
his once gone-cold body
is warmed and inflamed
by the fill of her
so that every time he draws a breath
she draws a breath
and whispers through him,
“yes that’s right, so very right”
penetrating the shell of loneliness
she enters his heart through her heart
saying, “yes, that’s right”
his once gone-cold body
is warmed and inflamed
by the fill of her
so that every time he draws a breath
she draws a breath
and whispers through him,
“yes that’s right, so very right”
Sunday, June 6, 2010
lie still
lie still
and be with me
morning will dissolve soon enough
but just for now
let the sea's life blood flow
free the spellbound spirit
let the swirling stars
swish and swoon
in celestial seduction
let the fullest moon
swell the slenderest of souls.
lie still
and be with me
surrender to the succumbing sea
let not even the smashing on the rocks
disturb this sensual night
and be with me
morning will dissolve soon enough
but just for now
let the sea's life blood flow
free the spellbound spirit
let the swirling stars
swish and swoon
in celestial seduction
let the fullest moon
swell the slenderest of souls.
lie still
and be with me
surrender to the succumbing sea
let not even the smashing on the rocks
disturb this sensual night
Thursday, May 27, 2010
drifting
the pale moon in the window
drifts like a love poem
toward you in the night
and i wonder
if it filters through your curtains
while you sleep
your beautiful eyes closed
yet sensing the soft glow
keeping you warm and safe
as i remain a silhouette on the horizon
disappearing with the morning light
just a blink away
drifts like a love poem
toward you in the night
and i wonder
if it filters through your curtains
while you sleep
your beautiful eyes closed
yet sensing the soft glow
keeping you warm and safe
as i remain a silhouette on the horizon
disappearing with the morning light
just a blink away
Friday, May 21, 2010
fragments revisited
i sit here in the shadows
before an open window
no birdsong or lilacs
no movement
or stirring of life
in the silent dark
just before sleep
no longing for that place
between the world and the dream
oblivious to the times when stars
shone like innocence~
memories
become
fragments
like my fitful sleep where
guilt, regret, awakenings
make for dread filled nights
before an open window
no birdsong or lilacs
no movement
or stirring of life
in the silent dark
just before sleep
no longing for that place
between the world and the dream
oblivious to the times when stars
shone like innocence~
memories
become
fragments
like my fitful sleep where
guilt, regret, awakenings
make for dread filled nights
Sunday, May 16, 2010
the sun is bleeding
the sun is bleeding
pooling the ocean
dyeing our bodies crimson
tongues tease tinged waters
breasts whirl like globes
eyes criss-cross with lust
i slobber for rippling hips
awash in sea-foam limbs
and towel-lathered thighs
i become a thirsty sponge
absorbing the wetness
from your flower petals
you become droplets on stone
evaporating into translucence
failing like the wounded sun
you take the form of tears
i whither and wilt and bend
we dissolve saline back to sea
pooling the ocean
dyeing our bodies crimson
tongues tease tinged waters
breasts whirl like globes
eyes criss-cross with lust
i slobber for rippling hips
awash in sea-foam limbs
and towel-lathered thighs
i become a thirsty sponge
absorbing the wetness
from your flower petals
you become droplets on stone
evaporating into translucence
failing like the wounded sun
you take the form of tears
i whither and wilt and bend
we dissolve saline back to sea
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