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
::::
When I —
sing into that night
alone and lonely
you’re there
but not in body
but my mind says so
and I reach out
and touch you
but you’re skin
betrays my touch
There’s frozen
eyes in my mind
nothing can
bring me down
not your pain
or mind —
and nothing
seems to kill me
no matter how hard
I try to taste
the love of you
Pain and delight
bring me — down
Love and pain
bring me —
your soul tonight
You’re everything
I need this night
you’re everything
I need in life —
nothing can break
me at all
I accept the fall
You’re everything
I need tonight
You’re everything
I need in life
I give you everything
I need
I give you everything
I own
Let’s give it the all
and let it be our fall
Nothing can break us
if we’re in the inside
love is all — be all
…
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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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
>>::<<
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!
::/::
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!
::–::
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
:::::
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
:::::
TO the beautiful woman
in blue and white —
apple bite smiles
— butterfly lash
from far flung land
of beaches so white
Your smile caught
in perpetual delight
i devour the pearl
of your eyes —
slender kiss finger
let me embrace the rays
of your eternal fire
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