WITH a gentle divine love
your desert flower bloomed
digging deep within the sands
of my barren land
Such sweet roots encased my heart
and with time — like a rock
split my heart into two
:: 01-25-2014 ::
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SPLIT ROCK
FIRE DROPS
WHEN I meet true love
I shall know
— the ice upon my heart
shall burst into a mist
of brilliant fire drops
::01-21-2014::
THE FIGURAL
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::
INCONGRUOUS MOMENTS
WISHING-well
— sometimes I do
unraveling dreams
— sometimes caught
between fingers-do
— slippery knew
notes running
across ivory key
minor pains
thrumming-heart
melancholy needs
dripping tears
there a light!
Golden tongue
— cursing darkness
honey-laced
Incongruous moments
–love them most!
::12/30/2013::
IMMORTAL BELOVED
MY dearest love the night comes
and dreams beg for my entrance
into their sleep-web this night.
But before I go there are a few
words my heart demands of my soul.
That I wish my tongue would shape
from molten steel a word or two
— an anvil to slice through such
dimness that fails its path between
spirit and lips.
So tonight I can only utter simple
–crippled–words:
that I love you so…
:::::
WHAT TRUTH DOES SOOTHE YOUR HEART
WHAT truth does soothe your heart
blindly believing just the words
or that fire within the heart that burns
forging from grace a sensuous smile
great winds that carry it toward you
befitting the Queen you are so quaintly
Royalty in blood and spirit — ethereal
my sword at your beckoned call —
I slay the demons that climb your wall
and quench the thirst of your gentle throat
Gently I stroke the mane of silky hair
and fall do I into that grand land of lush
plushing thrusting bewilderingly rushing
across the field of yet another battle
— to conquer your love and heart
:::::
THE CELEBRATED HEART
THE celebrated heart
love-hook from which
all passion hangs
stately in measure
beating metronome
of cosmic-lust
What more need a soul
than rhythmic lullaby
deep within one’s own
Beat for us lonely song
thrumping passion-sing
along these cold nights
My celebrated heart
dance with me – along
skip-light nights
My lullaby so sweetly
so neatly you comfort
keep beating in passion
::::
UNSEEN PLACES
ONCE again, as night falls
and I quiver from the pain
of absolute lonlieness
my heart races toward
unseen places —
where do I go
to find that place
where broken hearts
die alone
I fear —
fear the answer
such is my mind
to realize —
in death we gain
the love we lost
:::::
THIS THEY DO
[In regards to fragments of poetry]
THIS they do —
organize chaos
in loving fashion
written in soul’s ink
with the deepest passion
:::::
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