GOLDEN dreams
once I had
— like swaying braids
of yellow wheat
across vast fields
of loving land
But such dreams
— in parched days
withered-dried
and so they died
Now I sleep
and pray to dream
of crystal lands
and blue-kiss skies
She touches me
and my fears flee
Tenderly sleep-dream
kissing me
— we tenderly dream
>12/22/2013<
I LIVE with you
within my heart
It has no door
— lest you escape
And windows
— there are none
The meadow is here
— for you to lay within
And the sun shines!
— as do the stars
All are within my heart
— beautiful souls may come
but I shall never let go!
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IT was the eve of a brilliant sunset
that love passed my way this night
It swept in on a wisp of fragrant air
Honeysuckle-spring lips soul-touch.
It was tremble-thunder delight
knee bending soul-clutching bliss.
But as it came so it left me this night.
Between the wings of a butterfly…
Softly it flew away…
My hands to slow…
My heart now cold
My love
I go…
:::::
SEEING you and him in a wish
I shall not pass by this night
but cast an arrow across your hearts
spark the light of love — your souls
light breaks — daybreak loves you most
a new day of love for you both
and I sling my arrows your way
All I want is to give love
and love is all I can give
and all is the air I need
to breath the love into you
Tomorrow comes and many other days
gracefully taking time in stride
and loving your time eternally
and all you want is what I gave
and give I give each and every day
I am so cupid — loving you all
nothing greater than giving my all
farming a soil rich in lust and love
nothing better than to give my all
Tomorrow I bring
another lover
to their love
its all I can do
to give to you
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DREAMY winter singing winds
— I hear their chorus tonight
As laughing tendril-finger snows
click and dance in dipping ice-flows
upon my furnace-spice lips
What B-flat notes are tripping
running — stripping
across key-minor hearts…
Oh, so vying are your spasms
— my destined lust-bombs
exploding fire
— blue and green
reflection across the frozen
river of our hearts…
Comes the ice
and mixing fire
into the cauldron
of our lives
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AND WHO is that child that runs
through the forest in day or night
and picks the flowers by your path
sometimes even within the rain
a shower — then rainbow he climbs upon
The gold never ends at the bottom
but lays on top — the world to see
And who is that child that cries
when the pain and suffering
does seep between the window pane
the world — our world — he feels
without his eyes but within his heart
and thoughts and colors bursting pain
the Council watches from other-there
The child of light and brighter days
The child of light and brighter ways
Come unto us child, and bring your kind
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I CONFESS my disposition to the world
the nature of my being — my soul
that of romantic and tragic spirit
quarter me, pierce me, kiss me
but never break —
the beating heart within me
:::::
When the wind bites the heart of that lonely lover
and the living have gone to bed and escape into dreams
you walk that empty wet path on Bourbon Street
away from jagger eyes slacken smiles the blues pull you in
Mother, should you have killed me
the winds wouldn’t be biting now
I want to climb back into that time
reverse the walk and bleeding talk
Confused child where do you come from?
I come from a land so far away from here
my ticket says, “From the deep beyond”
Won’t you take me back
To that land from beyond
I want to spread a lot of love
Wont’ you take me back
To that land from beyond
I have something to tell you
So I take that walk again — beer stained stones
sultry notes of blue and pain filling the air
And I don’t mind your bite anymore mistress wind
the pain is better than the kiss of empty death
:::::
sometimes i dream of a love because i am
existing for that wispy fragrant moment
release me pain — from your withered hands
fall i shall upon the petals of my rose
with her i shall attain summer in winter
spring in fall and skinkisses at night
bring me sweethardness softbitter moments
gossermar thoughts bobbing floating passion
— // —
And if I kissed the scar
upon your soul
soothed away
the oceans of pain
Could the light of sun
touch your spirit
And if by chance — love
visited your home
in the fire
Could reason be enough —
to find my love
— // —
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