Daily Archives: November 13, 2013

NON-MATERIAL ISSUES

The universe laughs
it jeers and sneers
at the folly of matter!

Little is of no reality
nor is large – beset by all
conjure a shape – our fall

Location is our dislocation
a point upon a map – a dot
that spreads across the lot

Fathom what you cannot know
and know that you cannot see
even the smallest of creation!

But never speak to the universe
what is love or feeling or sensation
for it is not a part of its creation

We are part of and part out – see?
a duality of this and that
our animality versus spirituality

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DREAMS REST

How is now living today
within the noose of life
Considering lesser things
would brighten one’s day

FAN-
TI-
SIES
DE-
VOUR
UN-
PLEASANTRIES

Sleep catches the hook
upon which dreams rest
Piercing the back of skin
I dangle in twisting bliss

AN-
GUISH
NEEDS
NO-
THNG
TO EX-
IST

You make this all go away
When your kiss touches my fire
Upon my knees broken glass bleeds
A fine line between pain and pleasure

SA-
DISTIC
NEEDS
BEGGING
PLEA-
SANTRIES

But for now the hiss of eternal night
embraces the fears of my broken soul
Where no man’s land presses my mind
Against a rock and your cold wet skin

LO-
SEN
THE
ROPE
LETTING
ME FALL

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THUNDER AND DESTINY

I DID NOT know your name when we met on the train
Destinations like ghosts who have lost their bodies
Onward we rode the rail with thunder and destiny…

Each way station a detour from malaise – save you
Your performance of attitude and cashmere shawl
Escalating your effect upon me – fluid movement

Here comes the revolutionary woman – neoclassic
hair worn natural, loose and flowing fashion
The wealthy Parisian takes the Grand Tour

Your diaphanous soul keeps my bitterness at bay
as you count the clackety-clack of our path
Red lipstick and smoke swirls – the eyes say

In the evening red fire across the horizon
Trees and promontory – raise the glass of red
In my dreams I dream of a tender path – you

The conductor shouts – “all aboard left may stay!”
We two – the only ones, a glace and sensuous grin
fall back upon leather bench and teach a lesson

Roles of feminine persuasion turned upside-down
at odds with social reality – you squeeze the fruit
The devil may care tonight – we ride the rail of destiny
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MANY TIMES MORE THAN TWICE

MANY times more than twice have I seen
the ghosts of family, friends and then…
some whose faces that I did not know

Quaintly, with ethereal elegance they are
silky touch, feather breath, and opal eye
Outside of the tick-tock of father time

It is most inappropriate to ask of them
to state their business or intended pleasure
extend your politeness over scorn I say
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IF BY WIND

If by wind love blows this way
I choose to sway into bliss this day
and miss the hassel of life

And if fear betrays my path
muster an angel whose strength
portrays my great passion

For life and love
and the woman adored
by my heart forever more
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THE OCEAN AS BLUE AS MY HEART

I was alone inside my skin
until I met you
then again;
you always were with me

And we walk across light
tripping along the stones
called life
that we all know

Oh, so I caught your smile
in the shade of a bright full moon
you called me out
invited, I went in

“Hours into days!” we said
Love-like lightening I saw
Then thunder as our song!

Words a train began express
So caught up in all your soul
love wash away all my sins

it’s tears of joy  under my Sun
life as I never knew began
when a childSoul & still alone

Life has a beginning it’s sweet
Laced with the lips I breezeTasted
So I  kiss you again & again

Hours into days we said
Each moment we won’t waste
Heartbeats beating along the way
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DYING IN BED

The bed, a crime scene of sorts
a passion spilled in sweat
Willingly i go – to my death

He comes to me in the night
a sword sharpened by lust
and thrusts it into my soul

Mother, I’m ready to come home
but the line between pain & pleasure
is small compared to the pleasant death

The coroner will say an untimely passing
but my murderous lover knew the timing
each plunge of his knife ever deeper.
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