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STILETTO LOVE
Between Language and Thought
Why do we
struggle for words
When the feelings
are clearly present?
An incongruity
between language
and thought.
To recover I say
allow the moment
to express itself
in manifested emotion;
A laugh, tears, smile or kiss.
Some things are best left
simple!
:: – ::
STEEL AND GRAY
When you took off your cloths…
my heart bloomed like flowers
Your eyes like petals unfolded
South whispers quaintly
to the violin in my heart
Crescendo cuts my veins
So we lay down
the last time
Legs entwined and heat
so searing
My smile a portal
to the pouring rain
Steel and gray
You never betray me
Steel and gray
Your rain burns through me
Oh aged scrapbook so yellow
frayed edges still cut deep
Acidic ink bleeds through me
And there you were – smiling
in the photo of us
by the bay
The grim reaper hid
beneath the waves
Still tragedy beneath
veneer beats
bicuspids grind —
my soul flatly
Canine waves pierced
my lover apart
Still a tragedy
after all these years
Barely dry blood
oh enormous feelings
I’m crying in the
rain of steel and gray
Steel and gray
You never betray me
Steel and gray
Your waves burns through me
:::::
TAKE ME AWAY
ONCE UPON this day in a matter of seconds
Under this bright white sun I chanced to dream
Just minding my mind and nothing more – was it a dream?
With deep blue skies and no device in hand
there came a lady across the far away
And she whispered something into my ear
Take me away — from this cloud
Don’t you wait – do it now
Take me away – it’s too loud
Don’t you wait – do it now
I couldn’t understand what it meant
Her oval eyes so full of light
And a touch of electricity in the air
She came to me on a silver plate
Thru a hole within the sky
Glimmering light beyond all time
And she yelled…
Take me away — from this cloud
Don’t you wait – do it now
Take me away – it’s too loud
Don’t you wait – do it now
I tried to open my eyes but then realized
the dream was not imagined but here and now
delusion skipped town — it left me profound
She touched my face and between the seconds
I saw an eternity of a different place
full of war and hate much like here
And she yelled…
Take me away — from this cloud
Don’t you wait – save me now
Take me away – it’s too loud
Don’t you wait – do it now
— // —
A STOLEN MOMENT
A STOLEN moment
from god tears my
soul asunder
Reveling folly between
the epic battles
we cherish
Love, pain,
death and birth
that colors humanity
The fire
and destruction
shape our destiny
Flesh and blood
the currency of
this world
An unseen audience
watches from the
hidden dimensions…
We are
the grand theater
for all angelic creatures!
They marvel at our
strength to struggle
in bodily form
The isolation is
unbearable and manifests
in disease
We, the true Kings
and Queens
teach the heavens…
We teach what is compassion
and true evil
in broad strokes
And save the God-head
from Eternal oblivion
::::
LITTLE DOVE
LITTLE dove who loves the skies above
beneath your wings I bring your knees
We smother each other in bed for days
Satin white betrays the deed of love
Compassion demands the brute in me
I take and you give — we share in need
Human nature constricts the deed
in words and concepts it describes
and takes away the element of nature
We lock our eyes on each others soul —
smell, touch, sweat, and deep desire
and release the spark that makes us
::::
MEASURE OF A MAN
The measure of a man — not in his salary
In fact his currency is determined in fortitude…
pain and diversity being the true benchmark of maturity
The bedrock of conviction in his determination of decision
disallows the change of course by those who shout and defer
He is the oak tree that stands after torrential rains and wind
The measure of a man — not in height or fashionable wear
His walk tells the tale in sure stride and measured steps
Each footfall a thunderous testimony of his path in life
To those that know him praise the undying conviction of life
represented by his acts of compassion for love of family
God is his anchor and his ship sails the vast ocean of ‘Now’
The measure of a man — not in his house nor his title
but the little ones that gather at his feet at day’s end
and a loving woman that understands she is his reason to live
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