TENDERLY with touch
–soft drops
of loving tears
you speak to me
in ways words
cannot convey
soul-journey stare
into my eyes…
gingerly stirs
soup-passion
within the fire of my
hunger-lust despair
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TOUCH-SOFT DROPS
SING TO ME LULLABY
AND WHEN I’m within
your warm and gentle arms
sing me to sleep
hush my baby —
close your teary eyes
Don’t try to awake me
you say —
because I will be over there
in the land of bliss
and I love you — you care
I won’t disturb your paradise
but only need some advice
what will it take to awake
when you’re gone and I’m alone
Hush my baby dear —
have more than faith
and don’t you fear
love is as it was…
and shall be with your heart
Sing to me
lullaby
so I can live
and cherish
the heart God has given
Sing to me
Sing to me
Sing to me
Loving care
for our hearts
and damn the world
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THE HUMAN LANGUAGE
THE HUMAN LANGUAGE is front-loaded
with the weaponry it requires
to destroy the bearer of any news
;;–;;
WE GO TO CAPIZ
IF you wish to see such magic
that life can be —
cleary come with me!
I shall spin both you and me
— around and round
until such spin does us take
— oh does such spin take
to the center of CAPIZ
There you will note that nothing is
as it is within our world of here
And what you thought you clearly knew
— I blew away into yonder realm
lost within the-all of you!
So come with me and take a seat
— and look and see!
To CAPIZ is nothing more than belief
of magic and that of you and me!
::~::
THE DISEASE OF IMMORTALITY
In respect to the need for immortality —
it is a disease of fantasy for the mind
there could be no worst sentence if you can
believe in these words I say to you now
To watch your love wither away into sand
and see your children grow and die
and much more is such pain that you’ll see
cities grow and rot and decay
morals, art, and music sway
all the while you remain
the soul you are in a river of change
If I can choose between death and life
I choose to be the whisper upon the wind
and chase the dreams into my other lifes
and live again and again in perpetual immortality
A different face, life, skin, and family
encased within an immortal skin of soul-life
>>::<<
THE ODE OF LOVE AND FAITH
I FEAR my walls are too tall to scale
and you will regret you tried
how many broken nails would you give
to find the soul within my skin?
The lunacy of it all to believe in faith
that when the heart speaks you must listen
what passion drives you assume you must take
but what end state does your soul desire?
I only have true love and a golden heart
is that more than the treasure you dream
to comfort you in your days through life?
The question is not of love but faith
So you wish to live with me and maybe die
through the seasons of joy and pain and life
The fabric of your dress will fade and rot
in the grave — but our love will brilliantly survive!
::/::
DRUNKEN PASSION (FLY WITH ME)
THE reason for living one’s life
in basked light and giving hands —
you breathe within me a calming need
to bathe at length within your love
The smell, a drunken passion in you —
sweet bumblebee (that’s me)
to pollinate my fields so far and wide
with your golden liqueur of nectar spirit
The tickle of my probing need so gently
upon your burst-colored skin —
just a taste is all I need!
Nature turn these petals into wings…
…and come fly with me!
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A CURIOUS CONFESSION OF PASSION
MY lady who loves in discreet pleasures
behind castle walls of noble stone
that can cast a spell with a glance
and compel nature to perform miracles
I say to you that your life is my pleasure
and I am undone by your beauty and grace
This mere mortal who suffers daily in spite
of holy sacraments on regular basis
offers only a thimble of worthiness
in your eyes I can only wonder what thoughts
may clash between your mind and heart
but nonetheless I bravely speak my mind
As thunder speaks and lightning talks
and departed souls wander aimlessly
in a shroud of mist — I say to you yes you
I cannot live without your daily attention
and to suffer anything less…
will be my absolute and unequivocal undoing
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SHORELESS PEACE
OH tides that pull
and take me away
rapturous bliss
into that ocean
I go so peacefully
upon the jetsam
and heavenly flotsam
Such shoreless waters
permit me loving kisses
forever embraced
by the hottest blood
of that vast sea
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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
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