How long
can a dove’s
feather survive
within a furnace
and what of
that first kiss
ever
does it still
press upon your
lips
what love exists
if not in time
forever imprinted
upon the heart
and if time ceased
would all love
cascade down
into your velvet
pocket of passion
and would slender
fingers nimbly touch
the lost love
of time’s passing
passion — never dies
:: 04-22-2014 ::
what longing within
your eyes
a tender sweet belief
I see
a gaze across what is
and what
could always be
and lips apart
expectation-kiss
a slow hand moves
across a breast
a touch of your heart
that which you always give
that brilliant love
which is, but how can it be
in this shadow-world today
dear angel soul-woman
what desires you have
focus upon this man
I am just
a human animal
and not worthy of more
a man that just grazes
in the fields of madness
learned for sure but so
and surely not enough
to even hold
your tender hand
:: 04-24-2014 ::
AND if i said, ‘no’
would you hear, ‘yes’
the first, expressed fear
the other, a hidden wish
:: 04-22-2014 ::
And what say we
tomorrow that sun
a window and beyond
the blue jay sings
inside my bed
my own nest so warm
and there besides
my heart, thee
my hands touch
the promised land
and her dessert lips
burn my soul
together a sun
and glow that shines
so brightly that day
is dim compared
we together
that heavenly nest
:: 04-20-2014 ::
FIRE that burning ICE
axe-plosion burst stream
at first
a whisper dove
elegantly comes to me
DEVIL flames
kiSsing soul
thunderous passion burning
A high sky ceiling tracing
my dove-love angelic rope
Weakened hands
i clasp
the golden reed
of Nile
tossing waters moving
soul-vessel
ancient reed
lonely the soul drifting
between bodies of heaven
and that of hell
and Earth
What Kings see, humans know
what angels adore
the devil
— loves
but my dove
SOARS so high above all
pure light eagle eyes
a hush from Creation
soon — the grand scene!
:: 04-17-2014 ::
When I think life has passed me by
I look out the window and I see
a rainbow of pain and pleasure
and I feel insecured from pain
But love, that love hugs me tight
and I know every day is a challenge
just like lovers — we struggle
but the night seduces me too
And the day smacks my head upright
so I struggle like most do — yeah
but there are moments when I realize
life is beautiful and so are we
and words cannot ever describe
the challenge of this life
Never let stares or words drown you
my lovely spirit never let them win
You are a dot that splattered
upon the canvass from God’s brush
and what a wonderful creation
abstract lines and deeper meaning
:: 04-15-2014 ::
In my dream i rode a wave
not one made of ocean
but that of heavenly
love — that quenches me
and i touched the skin
not of human but so much more
she had daises in her hair
and a smile of sunlight too
we decided to run down there
where the road forks in two
and ran toward the woods
where the love-green hide
the trees from the forest
what do you see in life
that before you is a dream
but greater is the forest
Love is an ocean and sun
and passion that green forest
flowers flotsam and candy
jetsam between love and life
Oh I wish for that beach!
where life can dig toes-sand
and umbrella laughter song
a salty wind caressing us!
:: 04-15-2014 ::
baby eye — so sad and quiet
you sit there in a bundle
and i can hear your breathing
and what heart beats there
a honey-soul to be loved
or one that conquerors
I sat beneath a tree
when i carried you there
and prayed to God
let this one be great
and move hearts —
a ladybug kissed me
I fell into a sleep
and watched your words
and that pen wrote
beautiful poetry too
tears of both sides
that coin always spinning
baby eye — so sad and quiet
your feet pink and tiny too
and those angel-lips pouty
what words will you write
another language angelic script
the first word — coo
so beautiful like the wind
so true like summer colors
a kiss from you is heaven
so i sit here beneath the tree
and kiss the heavens in bliss
its your true colors and words
:: 04-15-2014 ::
i tripped across
your ruby shoe
my clumsiness
begged forgiveness
and into that lush
bed of hopeful flowers
i tripped again
your blossom cherries
into heaven that purpose
faith is that forgiveness
and into that paradise
hand-in-hand we walked
:: 04-15-2014 ::
there is no other feeling
like stone-cold loneliness
a bundled-grasp of fingers
around that tender beatings
what bruised hearts do
more than pumping blood —
attempting a release
that grasp of desolation
upon life’s countryside
:: 04-15-2014 ::
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