THE mask you see
gently just for thee
where once tender
fingers touched
and pale face
once adorn…
It has no eyes
save the ones
— of your soul
And if some tears
— it could shed
oceans it would fill
Such a love it has
for your porcelain skin
::01-21-2014::
I SAW a madman just today
in unison we waved
— across the way
Such a friend is he
his shadow fits
— so perfectly into me
And in the mirror
we smile together
and return to writing
upon a cloud of custard pie
— a sprinkling of words
and chocolate pudding
::01-21-2014::
MY confession
what be it may
stately said…
I do adore
hedonistic lore
And my passion
borders beyond
— the day of light
into a fray
some may fright
But at the end
of any day…
a brilliant sun
and nymph of light
rules out all
— it is my sweet
love for life
::01/20/2014::
LOVE my love
never dies
sometimes weak…
But you keep
a fire lit
— between us
In the night
such might
bequeath us
Such delight
the arrow
— of Cupid…
Binds us…
pierced
— as one
Never leave
but believe
such a gift…
rare is love
:: 01/20/2014::
A SLUMBERING breeze blows
beyond clambering hills
and conjures a song
So somber from trees
Beneath…
Crystal silence sings
a painful burning flesh
and threads in dreams
devouring numbing stings
So stiff the twilight
that constricts my throat
I muffle a yawning cry
from dawning fright
The moon…
Lay pale in listless shroud
and death is no wonder
In varnished white clouds
comes rumbless thunder
Never a stretch in mind
Oh, fiery blood, crackle bone
Only limb, neck and hair
Sharp fangs– a soulless moan
And you…
Forgive me, for I am cannibal
so romantic and tragic is my tail
Slaying both human and animal
always beneath a moonlight pale
I am the shadow
Beneath your footfalls
and dark cold light within
In tearless eyes of yellow
My hunger screams for you
In your dreams
I come, nimble and serene
Prancing first for smell
toward scents you resemble
and within your morbid dreams
I will always scream for you
:: ancient ::
WE are part of
indeed part in
life and love
pain and sorrow…
Leave no stone
unstepped —
no heart untouched
daylight afire
nighttime desire
::01-18-2014::
THE dance began with a smile
tempered joy-tickled heart
we knew the feelings teasingly
— fought the flood passion-lay
to no avail so we set our sails
and off we sailed into our dreams
::01-19-2014::
MY road I’ve trampled
a dusty forlorn mistress
twisting winding wishing
burning rubber
— upon her curves
a wreckage I am missing
a crashing
— through the guardrail
slowly am I falling
toward the heap
of twisting metal
toward the graveyard
of the ghosts
of boyfriends-past
::01-20-2104
THE dream awoke within my life
to me it tenderly spoke —
whispery sound a murmur
— a feather-fell
to you I come to feel as real
a dust-sleep dream to life
no life in such a murky realm
for living has its needs
and dreams provide the seeds
::01-20-2014::
WHILE on a walk
through my forest
across a bridge
of ancient wood
I chanced to stumble
upon a treasure
a heart shaped
piece of puzzle
— a figural
’twas the last
of what I wanted
to touch the love
I so much needed
it’s shape and color
perfectly fit
— interlocking
then I sat upon a log
thunder struck
by the beauty
— of it all
::01-20-2014::
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