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Penetrating Portals

Your eyes arrive on me
like the whips of passion's urgency
wide with white smite encasing eons inflamed in irises,
I feel the tight temperature of they're heated hue, my lust crises rises,
brown autumn burning into ravenous red, seduction's takeover fast overhead,
you've got an angel in one eye, a devil in the other, teammates, temptation led
trouble in your stare and glory in your glare, there's a gamble on your lips
I get an adrenaline hit, I see the misfit, magic in those lids
beauty and banditry bound to fantasy,
hips and slits favoring me,
brash brows and lapping lashes
portals pivoting on our cunning chances,
flawless in flirt, a merciless miracle of attraction,
there's somethin lawless in you woman
got me comin for your lovin -


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Dullahan Rides

Walk with me in the dank moonlight
through the chill, rising, storm
so we can grasp the majesty
of Dullahan still born.

Without heads his horse and he ride
across the countryside
His head in hand they roam the land
none live where he abides.

A rush of blood, a gory spree 
will take the sight of man, 
then off they gallop wild and free
Dullahan, head in hand.

Here’s hoping he don’t call your name
for that would be worse by far  
your soul would flee and fly with he
a soul as black as tar.

Carry your gold for I am told 
this alone does he fear
and we can watch as he rides by
come give us a kiss now, me dear.

The winsome lass took his strong hand
and down the lane they walked
as in the distance hedgerows fired
and hooves clapped as they talked.

The sound drew near, a gate flew wide
the lassie shrieked and ran 
so only her randy lad was 
taken by Dullahan.

So, don’t think to woo by moonlight
near the shore in Galway
Dullahan hunts with cruel sight 
each wayward soul a stray.

*While no-one knows for certain how the Dullahan originated, it is thought that he is the embodiment of the Celtic fertility god, Crom Dubh, who was worshiped by an ancient king of Ireland, Tighermas. Each year, Tighermas sacrificed humans to Crom Dubh, and the usual method was decapitation. The worship of Crom Dubh ended in the sixth century, when Christianity came to Ireland. 
* music in About the Poem

Poet: D. Guzzi

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The dream

           We danced
In the light of the full moon
           Our steps 
Directed by the stars above
           The music
Was the whispering wind
The sound of two hearts beating
            It was Magic
Hands touching,Bodies close and in rythm
Stars in her eyes,soft voice
            The end
A smile so bright,Lips about to meet
I wake;It was a dream
             The wait
For the sun to set
As the dream world invites me
To dance with you again

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When I Stopped That Day To Pick Death's Rose

I heard a little rumor from
a stranger on the road today;
he wore a heavy veil of dusk
to keep the winter's song at bay.

His face was well concealed; although,
his shriveled hands had drawn my sight;
it seemed like they were withering
and, like the moon, a pallid white.

"A little further down this road,
there lies a curse'd patch of grass
obscured by trees to hide its shame;
for that, I know I am to blame.

The flow of time had left that place,
yet still the living wandered in,
until they saw that wicked plant
whose very growth was deemed a sin."

The frigid notes were ominous,
like most of what the old man said,
and quickly did his coal-coat flee
to leave but silence in his stead.

A trav'ler's prank is what I thought,
but further down the road I saw
an isolated trust of trees
with polished trunks and lively leaves.

Surveying past the tow'ring brown,
I stood in awe at Gaia's gate;
if anything, I had to know
how nature could intimidate.

The grass was like an emerald floor,
a regal rug for royalty,
and aromatic jewels stood proud
amongst the scattered shrubbery.

But then, I sensed a mournful soul
and heard a fright'ning tearful call;
at center grew a single rose,
left weeping within wooden walls.

Its petals were like chimney soot,
but had the most enchanting smell;
its stem and leaves were silver clad,
a gorgeous blossom spawned from hell.

Despite the omens I had heard,
there was a certain beauty here.
If such a flower bred disgust,
I'd shelter it, neglecting fear.

There was no trace of bitter cold,
upon return from curse'd land.
I left that world with fragrant sin
clutched tightly in my mortal hand.

My heart gave forth compassion,
when I stopped that day to pick death's rose.

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Silently the moon rose 
from, it seemed 
The Whispering Trees 
This, I dreamed 

When all is dark and silent 
A Heartstone Moon shall rise 
It's soft light illuminating 
All you meant 

So many things change 
Never a Heartstone Moon 
New seasons to arrange 
Queens, coming soon 

Such mysterious light 
Filled a castle with wonder and delight 
So close, it seemed 
Such a beautiful thing 
Can only be a dream 

Only an Eastern pink sky, 
can fade a moon 
So perfect 
Long, will it lie 
In your heart 

A Heartstone Moon 
Gathered her stars 
Let them play 
Above, a castle 
That will see the dawn soon 

A moon is for dreams 
Stars for love 
This is why... 
Or so it seems 
A starlit sky 
Castle below 
A Heartstone Moon, 

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" have one duck... I saw it."
"no crickets, but yes, the sound"

~I have some fish, swimming around...

Who are you? And where do you be?
As I walk this forest, how do you, see me?
A cricket's sound, some fish around,
But you and you lost to my sea.
Why, do you two follow me?

An open door, extended before,
A hand, a smile, I waited awhile, with
hopes and maybe some fantasy.
I hoped you woulda, woulda hit on me.
But in retro, I did so see...

My time of past, dyes deep and fast,
a flow, a hum, my life was numb.
In a time of change, I rearranged,
the elements of my being.
I changed, to my Me Becoming.
And I stopped in my tracks,
while in my running.

Hanging there was Venus dear,
A photo I gave you, from above.
The Sun ablaze, the Moon amazed,
while I heard your Heart. My love...

But questioned I when you raised an I,
and you didn't reply to my song?
I sang again! And I glared at you then,
but you turned, as though I were wrong?
A butterfly, a kiss by your eye... and yet,
I still wonder why your park is gone.
And the Indian Sang, but you heard no song?

~Know. The journey is Long...

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Haggis and Drinks Mi Luve (Mythology)

Let’s hve haggis and drinks mi luve
Find de bes ina de ole land 
Lay yu head on mi chest mi luve
Whilst wi dance musik wid de band

Dance wid de band in de Highlands
Backyard jig good fer de ole soul
Tickle mi nose with yu gold locks
Tigether wi bade ead to toe’s sole

Call Fionn mi Luve with his jug
Nice poems he read at de gate
Summon the Clooties with a mug
Aye, they will cum and bles dis date

We’ll sail de river on Loch Ness
Kelpies will protect our flanks
Goddess Scotia says we bless
Oh mi chamin' sweet Sidhe, tanks

Aye! Mi sweet luve; Boobrie will fly
He will fetch up the Salmon Ring
And a knot cross de land we tye
Red Caps our guard til cum de spring

Then wid haggis and drinks mi luve
Goddesses'pipes blow dem great songs
In the grey mist we skip and dance
Then like Boobrie we fly with doves

Scottish Mythical Legends:

1. Fionn is a Scottish magician, warrior and poet
2. Clootie is a Scottish name for the devil.  The name originated from the word cloot, which  
    mean a division in the cleft hoof of an animal.
3. Kelpie is a Scottish water devil who lurks in lakes and rivers and drowns its victims.
4. Scotia is a goddess normally portrayed as an old hag with the tusks of a wild boar
5. Sidhe (Shee) is the Gaelic name for fairies in the Highlands of Scotland and also Ireland. 
6. Boodrie is a wonderful water-bird from the Highlands.  It haunts and protects the lakes  
    and wells.
7. Red Cap is a sort of short, stocky old guy with long gray hair and claws instead of hands 
    and fingers. He lives on the Scottish border and guard the ancient ruins of castles

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The Dragon

The Dragon.

In the mountains near the land of Nord
Their lived a fiery Dragon
He had such hot and fearsome breath
Yet he kept his tail a dragging
Because he knew he wasn't bad
He was shy and that was all
And if he looked too meek and mild
Then folk would treat him cruel.

He met this little lad from Kelt
One day whilst coasting round
With fire belching from his mouth
And roaring fearsome sounds
The little lad was terrified
When he saw this thunder brute
And the dragon he was hurt indeed
As this fear he did intuit.

He said "I'm sorry little boy
But I'd not do you harm
I rasp and roar like this you know
So folk will leave me calm
I really want to be your friend
It's so lonely being me
Then the two they walked off arm in arm
It was beautiful to see.

Socrares Dec 7 2003

For Carol Eastmans contest 'Children's Fable

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Endless Nightmare

In an empty world,
And a room with no space,
There’s a hidden door,
To a forbidden place,

A place with no voices,
No voices to hear,
A mysterious world,
If you enter to dare,

Where everything’s grey,
And dark colored walls,
With windows of stain,
And endless halls,

It comes through the night,
It’s a place in your dreams,
When you can’t wake up,
From a nightmare of screams.

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Fireworks Hill

Let’s go climb
And move back time
To that mysterious hill
Where a boy first met his girl

Long before 
The cynics arrived
Before the laughter died
And God returned the day to night

Where dazzling fireworks
Rained sparkles
On our lives
Two strange birds
Came together
And opened up their eyes

Let’s go climb 
We’ll move back time

Fireworks Hill, Fireworks Hill
Far from my mind
Never forgotten
Fireworks Hill, Fireworks Hill
We became one there
So very often

And there are vivid colors 
Blasting through the sky
Dancing rainbows 
I really want to taste
There is weeping smoke
Painting all the stars
Burning graveyards 
For the human race

Let’s go climb
And move back time
To that mysterious hill
Where a boy first met his girl

We’ll race to the edge
Fulfill our pledge
It was written in blood
The heat of our love

Oh, jump, baby, jump
We’ll fly away together
Jump, baby, jump
Our bodies joined forever

Let’s go climb
And move back time 
To that mysterious hill
Where a boy first met his girl

Fireworks hill, fireworks hill
I see the sparkles in the air
Fireworks hill, fireworks hill
I smell the dazzle of your hair
Fireworks hill, Fireworks hill
We flew to Heaven over there

Let’s go climb
We’ll move back time
(Forever…with you)

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The storm

The storm

The sky above was filled right up
With big, black, monstrous clouds
The thunder hit the blackened skies
His voice so very loud
Forked all across the morning skies
Fiery fingers streak on out
Then the thunder rumbles loud and strong
And rain is all about

Oh how that rain came teeming down
Just like it’s on a mission
To wash away the whole damned earth
As with her quiet precision
Mother Nature puts the pressure on
To warn us human souls
Of the damage she could do
With the power in her role

The rain, It pours down onto me
But I don’t feel a thing
I’m covered by my wetland gear
And my heart begins to sing
For me, I love these thunder storms
With all their mighty power
Though some on seeing all this drama
Would hide away and cower.

17 August 2013 @ 1708hrs.

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From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - THE RUINS OF THE ANCIEN REGIME

Farewell, then, AUKN boss,
The next this year makes three.
By the time they find a substitute,
Slovenes will be at sea.

He tried to cover his behind;
AUKN boss of bosses,
As every week, balances grew bleak:
He weighed merits and losses.

With all this he'd no time to eat,
And round and round he flew.
And now he's split in a hissy-fit;
So helmsman, too-de-loo!

Day after day, day after day,
He drifted on the ocean;
Guano-vernment rained on his ship
Their suggestions for promotion.

Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Corporate boards crosslink;
Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Let's take you for a drink.

Accountants talking rot: O Christ!
Missions, visions - oh please!
Yea, slimy characters need legs
And slimy policies.

So has he done an hellish thing?
Not hired who? We dunno:
Was it absurd, to have a separate curd
From the whey Slovenia owes?
This wretch won't play, after 60 days;
Pissflaps, he'll have to go!

God help ya, gospod Bencina
From the fiends, that plague us thus! -
It's time to go — shot like cross-bow,
The AUKN boss.

Ah! walk-out day! what evil looks
Had I from Ernst and Young!
Who's at a loss? AUKN's boss
Wouldn't take a bung?

"You'll be" quoth one, "abolished - no
Stigma to double-cross."
He chose to go - why? We don't know:
Harmless AUKN boss.

Re-reading the original gave me a great idea for dinner until I realised all the storks have all flapped off to Africa for the winter. Pity, as I have some ancient marinade from Tuš. Like the subject of the poem, I didn't have the stamina for a Coleridge-length effort.


The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand interprets important Slovenian affairs for the non-Slovene speaking world.

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Where the Leprechauns Play

I tip toe through the darken forest
Shhhh! This is my favorite tune
Notes astray from a thickset underbelly hollow
It’s like gold on the wind that’s spun anew

A snap of fingers and click of heels
Beneath a toadstool where I see mighty movement
It’s a belly aching fiddler conspiring with wee laughter
And my feet begin to dance a merriment enchantment

This time I’m absolutely sure
I’ve found their little hiding place
Where all the Leprechauns go at night
At the rainbow’s end to drink green beer and sing

My legs won’t even begin to stop
As they jig me into woodland further and further within
Closer to those little devils and their hidden sacred spot
I knew the magic of the Irish music would be death of me yet

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Meeting with a Tiger snake

Meeting with a Tiger snake

The sky above is sheer perfection
The deepest shade of blue
The big gold sun, it shines on down
And lights on drops of dew
 To make them shine like pretty gems
Upon the soft green leaves
Of trees reflected in the lake
Such a poem this morning weaves.

A tiger snake comes swimming by
He swims amidst some gulls
In his special wiggly way
It’s a blessing to my soul
To see these creatures swim together
No danger written there
He’s at peace with all that live
It seems he has no care.

He swims up to the leafy shore
Then hides behind a tree
He knows I’m there yet, doesn’t care
He has no fear of me
But when I try to get up closer
The snake, he flares his head
So I must heed this danger sign
Or soon I could be dead.

Then snake, he moves off through the bush
And goes upon his way
He’ll find some other place to lie
On this lovely summer’s day
The day is coming soon enough
[The autumn is quite near]
When this snake will sleep in peace
Until the spring is here.

4 March 2014 @ 1145hrs

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Back in time: A Space Knight blues

Before I stepped into this brave new Valley of The Tears,
My mother used to sing me songs of Knights all brave and fierce.

She told, as she was herself told by her own mother dear
That they came from far back in time, some millions and a year. 

These Knights, I've never seen but with my closed eyes in her womb
And in those days, they rode in holy circles in my room.

The circles went all up and down like in a whirling pool,
With lights and fires everywhere and seats as soft as wool.

These nights of sleepless nights, as I played witches with a broom,
I never knew the lights I saw were real witchcraft and gloom !

'Twas like a fairy tale to me, with engines swirling 'round
And angels white and brilliant surrounding holy ground:

The pearls of white and blue beryls and stones as red as wine,
and the gemstones, and amethysts and crystals so divine !

I used to travel back in time with windows open wide,
But one day, the Knights came and brought me to the world outside;

That's when I was born to my mother as a mammalian,
Until the doctors discovered I was a reptilian...

which means that for the human race, I am THE ALIEN... 

by Voahanitriniaina Rabary-Andriamanday from Madagascar

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Pan and Satan

Pan and Satan.

One morning I was walking in my garden
When old Jupiter came up close to me.
And standing by his side stood fair Demeter
Who smiled at me so warm and tenderly.
She said “my son we’ve come to give our blessings
And we’ve a story we would like to tell.
Of how the great God Pan turned into Satan
And child I hope that you will listen well.

For Pan he was the god of natures beauty
And he wore no taint till Satan came along.
He’d play his pipes so gaily in the meadows
Though sometimes there was mischief in his song.

Then Satan said to pan “well I don’t give a damn
I’m going to steal your horns and make you me.
Then I’ll build a master plan and strike some fear in man
So always he will live in misery.
And that’s the way old Pan became young Satan
Yet still the old one dances deep within.
But if the two had never joined together
Then where would dwell the ugliness of sin.


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My kiss from Heaven

My Kiss from Heaven

I used to have a Ouija board
I’d play with it for hours
I never really believed in it
I thought it had no power
It was just a novelty
To me, a piece of fun
Then once when I was playing it
Just before the day was done

All of the room went kind of still
And a silence touched my soul
It felt like angels were all around me
And my world felt kind of whole
My hand went whirring round that board
Like me, I could not stop it
I felt that I had no control
It disturbed me just a bit.

A message, well it seemed to come
It seemed to say to me
“Phone your father in the old country
And do it speedily”
So I did this, I phoned Mum up
She told me dad was sick
And If I wanted to see him alive
I’d have to get back quick.

Well I got back to see my dad
Then he died not too long after
I let him know how much I loved him
And we shared some tears and laughter
I ask, was this a kiss from Heaven?
It seems like this could be
All I know is I’m glad it happened
It changed my life for me.

11 September 2013 @ 1453hrs.
Peter Duggan.

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An eye for an eye

Though I am not considered to be a Christian, [I love most religions] But I lover to read the gospels of Mark and Mathew, so I wrote them all in verse...Peter

Eye for Eye.

Folk were listening to our lord
Such a crowd had gathered round
The news of this enigma
Had spread from town to town.
The multitudes all came to him
To hear the words he spake
He’d been speaking there for quite a while
And the day was getting late.

The lord with Passion in his tone
He told those multitudes
{There were poor and rich, and saints and sinners
The good Lords words, their food}
He said to them “now you have heard
An eye for eye, and tooth for tooth
But I give you another law
So listen to my truth”.

“Do not resist an evil person
When struck on the right cheek
Turn to him the other also
Just hear these words I speak
If someone wants to sue you
And take your tunic too
Then let him have your cloak as well
This, I do say to you”.

If someone makes you walk a mile
Then walk with him for two.
Give what one may ask you for
This be the thing to do.
If someone would borrow from you
Then do not turn away.
Hear ye this, it be the truth
These words you hear me say”.

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The Ballad of Pandora

The story of Pandora.

Zeus was an angry God
Cause man accepted fire
To get revenge, and very soon
It was his one desire
With the help of the other gods
He made the first woman
He placed a veil upon her head
And this story then began.

The lady’s name it was Pandora
For Epimetheus she was a gift
Who took her as his bride to be
Which gave him such a lift
Zeus gave them as a wedding gift
A lovely wooden chest
He told them not to open it
It would cause unhappiness.

He put the chest out of his sight
He knew he would not need it
After all, he had Pandora
And this pleased him quite a bit
One day Pandora found the chest
And she asked him ‘what is this’?
Epimetheus told her not to touch it
Said ‘that’s the way it is’.

Pandora thought about that chest
She went to check it out
Then she heard these voices speak
And she had pangs of doubt
As the voices said ‘Oh, please Pandora
You have to let us go’
And in the end she opened it
Though why, she did not know.

Then bang, the lid did open wide
And an icy wind blew out
Pandora she was blown over
She was blown all about
Slimy creatures, with growling voices
Did crawl out from the chest
Pandora looked at all of this
And she was not impressed.

‘I am disease said one foul beast
I’m cruelty said another
I am pain, and she’s old age
This voice came from some other
I’m disappointment, he is hate
Said another slimy creature
As one by one these ugly beasts
They all of them did feature.

I’m jealousy, and he is war
Another creature said
And I am death said the softest voice
I fill you full of dread’
The creatures oozed on out of windows
And slithered all around
As all the plants, and flowers shriveled
What destruction could be found.

The fruit on the trees, it all went mouldy
The sky turned filthy yellow
The sound of crying filled the sky
Some would holler, some would bellow.
Pandora crashed that lid on down
Then she heard a sweet voice say
“I am hope, please let me go
You will need me some day’

Pandora lifted up the lid
A butterfly flew out
As she was battered by the wind
Life did a turn about
As a watery sun came out
And shone upon the flowers
Everything came back to life
And all regained their power.

1 February 2014 @ 1530hrs.

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Princess Angelina

Princess Angelina

Princess Tinsels baby daughter
Has grown up quite a bit
And my, oh, my, she’s beautiful
Oh, she has all of it
A heart of gold, a lovely form
And she’s so full of bliss
Her name is Angelina
So very sweet she is.

She has a way with animals
That seems at times like magic
She loves all people, all of them
And when their days are tragic
She’ll give them the milk of kindness
She has the healing touch
And even gnomes and bitter demons
They all love her so much.

Angelina, she is loved
By all who hear her name
Folk they come from miles around
To see this girl of fame
One day she will be their queen
And it is plain to see
That when she takes that station on
A wondrous Queen she’ll be.

6 September 2013 @ 0535hrs.

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Last night I dreamt

Last night I dreamed

The dream I had was all in white
As pure as driven snow
And the whiteness of it all
Did bring me down quite low
There was something very scary there 
In the whiteness of it all
The sameness there in everything
Kind of drove me up the wall.

I looked into the neighbours yard
As the sun was shining bright
I heard an infant screaming loud
There bathed within the sunlight
Was parked a pram upon the lawn
Which glowed with mystery
My mother’s passion was aroused
I took a look to see

I peeped into that pure white pram 
A babe was lying there
All swaddled in a pure white shawl
Just white was everywhere
The whole wide world, Was beamed in light
It was a scary feel 
I found myself in corridors 
This place it seemed unreal.

Each corridor was long and winding
Like serpents, in my dream
And everywhere were locked, white rooms
This place to me it seemed
Like a hospital, insane asylum
Or something of this kind
I just ran round, and round, and round
With panic in my mind.

I could not find my room at all
And every one I asked
Just looked at me with blank expressions
It was a mammoth task
Trying to find where I was at
It almost drove me mad
And then I saw my. Daughter there
And boy! this made her glad.

She handed me the baby
And told me loudly “Take it”
And then I woke up from my sleep
It made me think a bit
As to what this dream was all about
It was the strangest dream
I’d love to get into my mind
And find out what it means.

28 July 2013 @ 1417hrs.


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The Poem of Everything

With a mass influx of background radiation
Strengthens the idea of a cosmic inflation 
Ten seconds of magic starting with a bang 
Leaves religious hearts with a heavy pang 
What before was that of a mysterious bubble
Was to be unwound by the discovery of Hubble 
That creation is expanding at the speed of light 
Makes the naked eye struggle for a clear sight 
To only that of which our minds can observe 
Which some do believe is shaped in a curve 
Believed before that it was in fact much flatter 
For not in parallel lines can keep this dark matter 
In this space appears to be no electric charge 
Keeping Apollo at bay, and Armstrong at large 
What conditions would allow life of intelligent form?
Or withstand heat or the sweep of a galactic storm
Into the mass amount of scientific speculation 
The idea of which a metric theory of gravitation
Can imply through discovery of Einstein’s Ring 
Even light from a far, will make your eyes sting 
So even now we can see those many stars 
And some assume we could even have life on Mars 
But what about that gaping hole in the Milky Way?
That feeds on the mighty energy and light as its prey 
A region of spacetime where nothing can escape 
Hidden between the stars in its invisible cape
Through event horizon time ticks more slow 
To truly unravel space, that we may never know

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Tribute to bob Dylan

Tribute to Bob Dylan

I remember well when I was young
And music was my thing
There was Billy, Elvis Cliff Richard
And to me these guys did bring
Wonderful moments in my life
As I bought all of their stuff
But then this other guy came out
And Lord, that was enough

My interest it went to him
Who changed the status Quo
His name it was Bob Dylan
And me I watched him grow
From a young folk star, to a rock legend
He did change music’s face
As he prophesized some potent things
That would touch the human race.

He told us in his screaming voice
[As he played his mystic role]
That all the sons and daughters
Would be out of our control
He sang of the whole world changing
And I’m seeing that come true
Oh Yes, that old Bob Dylan
I loved what he did do.

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I see you standing there through the fog looking at me 
Your eyes never leave my face 
What are you seeing?
What are you looking at?
You see me standing here in the mist but you don't come no closer
I can feel that you want to come to me but something's holding you back
Don't you want to hold me in your arms ? 
Don't you want me baby?

Mystery guy come to me 
Clear all this fog in your wake 
I want you 
My body achs for you 
There's so much space between us
Filled with this fog and mystery
Why do you just stand there letting the fog swallow you?

I cry out for you
to run but you just stand there like a statue 
Mystery guy come to me 
Don't stay here in this fog

I'm trying to come to you but someones holding me back
I can see that I'm starting to lose you to the fog
Even though I don't know you 
I can't bear to lose you

It feels as though Iv known you my whole life
Who are you mystery guy?
Fight don't give into the fog
stay with me

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Silent times

Silent times

Sometimes, I really do not care
About anything at all
My mind goes kind of quiet then
My mode is kind of cool
And all I really want to do
Is sit here looking in
Forgetting all the world outside
Forgetting all the din

There’s a time to send ones energy
And circle it around
But then there comes a sacred time
When the harmony is found
Waiting there within the dark
To hold one cozily
A time to be in her soft clutch
And bask there happily.

Then when the muse has been recharged
It’s time to wander back
And let the words come pouring out
Cause just along the track
The wind, the flowers and dancing trees
Have replaced the mystery
So now the words they may flow free
With much more energy.

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The Ballad of Clifford Griffin

In the spring of 1880 young Clifford Griffin immigrated from England to Colorado.
The death of his fiancee left him bereft and he was searchin' for his El Dorado.
He settled in Silver Plume where he and his brother bought the Seven Thirty Mine.
Clifford and his brother Heneage became very rich from ore that assayed very fine!

With all his riches, Clifford chose to live in his lonely cabin above the town.
His only companion was his treasured violin which he played with some renown!
His melancholy melodies wafted down from his mountain aerie 'most every night,
To be heard by the whiskey-guzzlin' hard-scrabble miners to their delight!

Clifford always dressed in black, enjoyed fine cigars and was quite the dashin' bloke!
He seemed content with his solitary life and in business was as solid as an oak!
Alas, death cast its gloomy pall high above Silver Plume one moonlit night.
Instead of sweet violin music, a single shot was heard that left the town affright!

Next morn his mortal remains were found in a grave he'd dug for himself alone.
His heart-broken brother found the pistol with which his brains he had blown.
A grand monument was erected atop the mountain just above Silver Plume,
At the very spot where Clifford lay midst the ponderosa and Columbine bloom!

Mysterious events now occur on that lonely mountainside accordin' to local lore!
'Tis said on moonlit nights sad violin music is heard below on the valley floor!
Folks have seen a black-clad phantom smokin' a cigar and drawin' a bow,
Playin' melancholy music and a wraith in Clifford's likeness a-swayin' to and fro!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved

Entry for Carol Eastman's "Story Poem" Contest

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Deadman Wonderland

Now that you're becoming Undone It's time to have some fun In Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao The setting Red Sun of Kali Shows it's time for your life to Pay We are the Kind to be feared -your friends We look like anyone you see Thuggee--Death's Devotees Face our treachery Bhowanee we must please She needs more--we have found our mark, our mark Won't you be the one to save humanity? Can't you see this is Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Sacrifice! For The Black-Skinned Queen Sacrifice! For Our Mother Kali Sacrifice! It's Not Enough Sacrifice! No Mercy! This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland

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A lesson from the Buddha

 A Lesson From the Buddha

The Buddha had been getting round
And listening to the crowd.
He’d often sat there silently
And heard them moan so loud
About their own sad burdens
And all the hurt they’d had.
So he thought up a little plan
That didn’t seem half bad.

He called the crowd together
Said “listen here you guys
I’ve been thinking for a great long while
And I have thought it wise
To grow a special tree for you
And here it lies before you
Now listen well to what I say
I’ll tell you what to do”

He said “this tree before you
It’s to hang your troubles on
Each one of you must go to it
And your troubles will be gone
As you hang them on it’s many branches
Then what you’ll need to do
Is take yourself some others burdens
And make them part of you”

The people thought that this was cool
It seemed a grand old way
To rid themselves of all their burdens
It was a happy day!
As each smiling so broadly
Placed there burdens on the tree
Then they thought for just a while
And they began to see.

As each the truth did hit them
More restless did they get
At least they knew their burdens
So each with no regrets
Did race back to that trouble tree
To grab what they had hung there
The Buddha smiled good humoredly
He had made them all aware.

29 July 2013 @ 1805hrs.

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The Tale of the Man of Goat Island

Guests of Niagara Falls
A narrative stays untold,
Of which I can recall
Since the time I was 5 years old.

Between two cataracts
A strip of earth does lie,
A terrain of little impact
Found beneath the New York sky.

Upon this stretch of soil
A gentleman did live,
Fed up with worldly spoil
And with what it had to give.

Days were spent in solitude
Among the grassy plot,
From the world he did seclude
In this most congenial spot.

But oh how days are mournful
And nights are filled with strife,
A man becomes quite scornful
With no one to share his life.

His thoughts flooded with pain
He grew weary and forlorn,
Then one day they found his remains
A victim of bridal veil’s scorn.

The legend continues today
Rumors are told on the byland,
Of acute and utter dismay
The tale of the man of Goat Island.

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Empty Road

As the gentle winds flow
As the arrow left the bow
All is now understood
In my road I stood
While I'm waiting here
They are waiting there
Many things are give or take
Yet with my fate I refuse to play
I can see the end of the road
No happiness just a load
In the middle a coffin lies
May the gentle wind begin to cry

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Starlit night

Starlit Night.

Way up there in the great North West
In a place called Exmouth town
I’m lying on a sandy beach
With sea so vast and grand,
And I’m waiting for the turtles
To beach and lay their eggs,
As the evening’s soft and balmy
And the sand’s a snug warm bed.

No turtles came ashore that night,
Cause folk were everywhere.
With too much foolish people noise,
Oh, so much din was there.
No turtle would be that insane,
It was like a circus show.
So me well I just settled down,
And went me with the flow.

I lay there looking at the skies,
And as the day went dim,
I saw the stars a gleam like jewels,
As me, I dived within.
And Venus glowing like a lamp
Reflected from the ocean.
Aphrodite did shine through her,
I could feel me loves devotion.

And Orion was above my head,
Three stars there in a row.
And above them was that greyish haze,
It was like a milky glow.
And that milky- way poured into me,
As I felt such mystery.
And in that mystic space so vast
I glimpsed me ecstasy.

Two hours passed, my mind was stoned ,
By the beauty of the night.
As the star of love shone so intense,
With no moon there in sight,
And I thanked the all so tenderly,
For the bliss I gained within.
I never saw no turtles there,
But I cleansed my mind of din.


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Her special place

Dedicated to my cousin Susan who suffers from Parkinson's disease. yet handles it so bravely.

Her special place

Deep in the heart of England
There is a little pond
And near that pond there is a seat
With a view of the beyond
Between two trees amidst the grass
That grows so lush and green
And on that seat, a lady’s sits
All looking so serene.

She’s in love with all of nature
And loves to sit outside
It’s where she goes into her soul
Where all is deified
She looks into her essence there
As she asks so peacefully
‘what does it feel like to be me’?
Then sees what she can see.

She’s sat here now for six long months
It makes her feel serene
Just to think about that place
Where everything looks green
She visits there just once a day
To close her soft sad eyes
And look at who she really is
Which keeps the lady wise.

4 July 2013 @ 0412hrs.

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They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.

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The sunyassin

As far as I know this is a true story about Alexandra the great...Peter

The Sannyasin.

Alexander said to Dandamis
"Old man you come with me
For I need me a sannyasin
To take across the seas.
Hey you be just a beggar man
I'll make you rich indeed
You'll live a life of luxury
With everything you need.

Dandamis standing naked there
With silence in his essence
He had no fear at all did he
In the mighty leaders presence.
He said "I'll give you nothing friend
And there's nothing that I need
So Alexandra drew his sword
Tried to make the beggar plead.

Dandamis laughed and said these words
With power in his voice
"You can put that sword right through my heart
My friend, that be your choice.
But I left this body long ago
I have no use for it
So pierce this heart my fine young friend
It won't harm me a bit.

Alexander he was beaten
By a fearless beggar man
Though he had won most of the world
Dandamis foiled his plans.
The beggar said "You say you're great
But that's not true at all
For any man that thinks he's great
He be merely a fool

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Black Demon

Black Demon.

The old black Demon's back again
He's pounding on my soul
He's prodding, always prodding me
This be his earthly role
The hordes of Hell move into me
With their whips and masks of steel
Invading me they rip my flesh
And break into my will.

I look into this Demons eyes
Though my body quavers some
As fear be powerful in my mind
I know what must be done
Oh no I will not falter
For now be courage time
That coward that resides in me
He be my cursed crime.

He turns his back, the bounder's gone
I've beat his hide again
If you look your demons in the eye
Their manner grows more tame.
But he'll be back on some tomorrow
He's the strongest force I know
He's my shadow and he's telling me
To move into the flow.

Socrares Dec 31 2003.

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Sarah's Door

My son there are fields you may stray 
With flowers to take hearts away
Where you can be happy all day
But listen to words I now say
Enjoy life mid kisses galore
But stay away from Sarah’s door
So into the world boy did go
And boy did the boy put on show
The flowers would wait in a row
In hopes to just bask in his glow
Truly this was what youth was for
Now who would dare a dream for more
The Joy of day ran into night
There never was a time so right
Another kiss lurked out of sight
An endless flow of sheer delight
Had sparked his mind to Sarah’s door
From somewhere he had heard before
He shared his longings with a friend
Who warned him of some evil end
It’s Sarah’s door let’s not pretend
Rich kisses here we must defend
Such crazy thoughts we must ignore
Abandon thoughts of Sarah’s door
But Sarah’s door entered boy’s dreams
From it imagination streams
What lies behind its golden seams
To push his passions to extremes
It calls him taunts him to explore 
What madness waits at Sarah’s door
Now there’s still fields for hearts to play
Where flowers wait to kiss the day
And youthful airs are on display
Except for one who went astray
Now they don’t see him anymore
Since he had knocked on Sarah’s door

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The Scream

A screaming comes across the sky,
Our cover now is blown.
For in a blink so fate did lie
Our destiny is shown.

The curtain pulled across the land
And in plain sight are we.
The cruel god holds the dice in hand:
To stand our ground or flee?

The screaming echoes through the hills
My future now unknown:
The enemy to try and kill,
But all my hopes are flown...
The scream continues from MY voice
my throat as dry as ash.
That fated scream, my cursed choice,
and down to Hell I crash.

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One wonders

one wonders ? i know not what tomorrow will bring not even the next hour , can one see for we may never know the reasons why? we are here to life and later to die the endless question from the day of birth, what is it that brings us here one wonders? and for all that it is worth ? an after life a heaven or hell, which is it to be is one already here ,one wonders to whom can we tell ?each day brings differance , its a brand new day for nomatter the weather ,one is always in wonder for you alone can only be you, in all that you think in all that you do, nobody else as been given your role, nomatter what the people say it is as its always been, we just keep one wonders ? how quickly time past to arrive at the point were all questions are answered to all that one wonders .

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Termite country

Termite Country

We’re heading north to Exmouth,
Carnarvon we’ve just passed.
We be driving up a serpent road,
As the country seems so vast.
It’s hot outside, but in this van,
The air cons on and all,
As all along the road we pass,
Little goats, so beautiful….

And everywhere, most endlessly,
There’s a billion termite mounds.
Like baked brown little mountains,
They’re everywhere around.
We stopped near one, I marveled,
That a tiny beast, and blind!
Could build these blessed monuments,
It nearly blew my mind.

I took me then some photographs
Of these engineering feats,
As I let the awe and wonder,
Into my dull mind seep.
In such a vast, still country,
In the silence of the way,
Those mounds stood out so powerful,
In the heat of a sunburned day.


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Dawn is breaking

Dawn is breaking

Willie wagtail in my garden 
Sings a very special song
Telling me the sun is coming
Dawn will break soon, won’t be long
It’s dark outside with full moon shining
But soon the light will show its face
Green parrot makes his bell like music
How his song has so much grace

Kookaburra, he is laughing
Something funny has touched him
Could he be laughing at us human’s
With all our wars and crazy din?
Spring is just around the corner
And all of nature seems to know
As I sit here in the morning
My world it has a special glow.

Now the world has gone all silent
Waiting for the dawn to break
Soon the chorus is beginning
Singing just for loves own sake
All the birds will join the chorus
And my heart will start to sing
How I love these life soaked mornings
Such joy to me they always bring.

25 August 2013 @ 0631hrs.

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Those blessed wetland trails

Those blessed wetland trails.

The sun is shining lazily
The sky is azure blue
As green leaves dance with the morning breeze
The birds be singing too
They sing a serenade of bliss
And peace is all around
As all along these wetland trails
Blue lupins can be found.

The perfume heavy in the air
It speaks of wild geraniums
The young ferns looking soft and green
And all those tall wild gums
Give out a rather pungent scent
A smell I've learned to love
As parrots screech in blissfull joy
In those trees there high above.

The lake, she glimmers neath the sun
As the ducks give lazy quacks
My feet scrape on the sand and gravel
As I stroll along this track.
Trees all gnarled and and twisted
Form a tunnel just for me
Oh I could write forever
But for now, I'll leave it be.

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My quiet reflection..........

With the coming of the night

My quiet reflection

Upon the Sea of Moonlight


Upon the Sea of Moonlight

My journey through the night

There is no darkness to fear

For, the light of the moon is here


Soft silver moonbeams.........

More than I can dream

Guides me through the night.......

My journey upon the Sea of Moonlight


The night wind blew.........

Filling my sail..........

Filling me too..........

On my journey's trail


The night wind blew

Far in to the night

The night wind blew

Upon the Sea of Moonlight


For, the sail never flapped

It remained steady

The night wind trapped

Every gust...........

Every eddy


Witnessed only by the night

The silent crossing

Upon the Sea of Moonlight


Within all our dreams

We all take sail

Under moonbeams

The journey's trail


The night wind blows

Upon the Sea of Moonlight


Before dawn

Before the sun rose

The coming of sunlight


The dream world

Travelled at night

With the sail unfurled

Upon the Sea of Moonlight


For some...

The journey never ends right

For  some....

Time to leave the Sea of Moonlight


Your sail, to catch moonbeams

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

To travel, in your dreams

Pushed far into the night


My quiet reflection...........

With the coming of the night

Your quiet reflection

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

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My Immortal

As daylight fades away
When sun you cannot see
When the moon arises
It's then he comes to me

A face that never ages
His skin so pale and white
His eyes as black as thunder
That seek me in the night

My world is with the living
With food is how I'm fed, but
Blood is what he feeds on 
For he is the undead

As he takes me in his arms
My heart begins to thud
As his lips reach for my neck
I offer him my blood

With him I want forever
With him I need to be
I cannot make this happen
Without immortality

He’s everything I’ll ever want
He's all I will desire
The secret I will always keep 
My immortal  Vampire..

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Cap'n and the Wench -part the fourth-

Cap'n & the Wench *part the fourth* Says the Wench t'the Cap'n "Me thinks I'll 'ave me some White Lightnin' " So says the Cap'n t'the Wench "Go right ahead Me Dear~ Fer y've ne'er been quite so Frightnin' " With an Evil Grin & a Twinkle in his Eye~ So's the Wench did notice & then By & By~ & did say to the Cap'n "Be mindin' Yer P's & Q's!" "Fer Me's the Wench what Decides that which Ye Do!" "Yer no Grinnin'Porpoise & that there's no Danged Flipper!" "Har!" says the Cap'n ~ "I am though the Skipper!" The Wench danced along the Bowsprit of the Great Vessel that Night~ Whilst Mighty SeaWolf stormed along the Decks with all of his Might~ Sails which had lay flat now filled Fastly with Breeze~ Now came that night most Confused sort of Seas~ The Great ship did lay over as Far as she'd Go~ And 'twas the Wench who no longer Ran to & Fro~ Now did those geat waves Break o'er the Ship Not even the the Great SeaWolf could give 'em the Slip~ Upon the Great Ship and all Her Captain & Crew~ Had befallen the luck Uncommon to but a Few~ For the Great Ship No longer Sailed O'er the Oceans~ And the Mighty SeaWolf drifted toward other Notions~ Says the Wench to the Cap'n "Me thinks I'll rap ya up side o'yer Head!" So says the Cap'n to the Wench "Go right ahead Me Dear!~ Fer 'twas you brung young Mimi to Bed!" With an Evil Grin & a Twinkle in his Eye~ So's the Wench did notice & then By & By~ & did say to the Cap'n "Be mindin' Yer P's & Q's!" "Fer Me's the Wench what Decides that which Ye Do!" "Yer no Grinnin'Porpoise & that there's no Danged Flipper!" "Har!" says the Cap'n ~ "I am No Longer the Skipper!" The Great Ship is Never Seen Sailin' Agin on the Seas.... Spirits were Never that with which this Hardy Wench to Please! SeaWolf

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Necromatic visions 
torment my innocent 
Sonorous visions 
potraying matters of the 
Arise! Oh ye dead hearts! 
I see something 
awakening the forbidden 
stupendous rivival  
striking straight to tha 
Evaporation all flowing 
tears, drying eye-sockets 
I say No More tears! 
when life is summoned 

Patiently glare at the 
bright side
Weep no more, now tears 
may hide
I see a new kingdom 
Strong and mighty
Full of authority

Plants and animalia 
whisper into my ears
The sweet mild aroma 
tickles my nose
A salvation message 
rendering hope in-
exchange for tears
Arise! oh ye broken 
hearts Arise!
Awake and show thyself 
to thy peers

Something powerful 
awakes all 
Rising from the 
Rising from all ground
The power to rivive souls
At no cost unlike the 
Something beyond 

Contest -

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Holy order of the Devil

Holy order of the Devil

It was a long, long journey
To find that quadrivial
We had to trek across the mountains
Though it was beautiful
The danger it was ever near
Those priests with all their din
Had made this place an evil lair
A reservoir of sin

We came to where the meeting was
All the priest were Gathered there
One read a pericope out loud
The atmosphere so rare
His ligures shone like a thousand stars
From the breastplates that he wore
The words he spoke with intensity
Touched each priest to the core.

Oh it was unbelievable
That high priest had such power
That night it felt so mystical
Yet nothing it did flower
Because the Devil pulled the strings
And the high priest was his tool
And everywhere the Devil went
His world was always cruel.

15 July 2013 @ 1725hrs.

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Look to see where insanity breeds on the walls and in the corners,
Where so tranquil a lonely spirit holds tight all that is left;  
The cloud darkened heavens so thick up high, more streaked with black and gold
Waiting, waiting while what remains softly steals in

Bide the time and listen, while insanity grows in quiet places,
Though intolerant words of sympathy retain a weary man, 
His wanton breath strangely clutched between the heart and mind,
To break the mold his hand did hold to wither the hopeless past

In this place insanity breeds in the darkened corners,
Its silent breadth still tightly held in hand for what is left;
With the cloud streaked sky striped with black and gold
Waiting, waiting for what remains to softly steal in

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Reviled Castaway

A mom tucked in her child one night In bliss he fell asleep Her horror grew at day’s first light She could not help but weep A changeling lay in her son’s place With wings, large hooves and tail She scorned the babe who sought embrace “Lord, curse the troll,” she wailed For in the night a being crept Through her New Jersey home A fiend was left as she had slept A gift from Satan’s gnome Her handsome son, such envy sparked Now resting in a troll’s domain The changeling’s face by Satan marked And love she could not feign This curse she felt was envy pure She could not bear its sight A hateful child she’d not endure Such scorn did he ignite To Mother Leeds this thirteenth child Became a castaway It flew into the pines reviled And to this day seeks prey
*Based on the legend of the New Jersey Devil. Changelings are infants that are replaced overnight by devilish imps from trolls or elves according to Irish legend. Entry for the “Creepy Irish Creatures” contest.

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The power of Scorpio

The power 0f Scorpio

Scorpio, she has the power
Her approach is so intense
She’ll delve into her deepest depths
Where her secrets are entrenched
She’ mostly mellow, but look out
She well might blow a fuse
From anger kept held deep within
Self -control she well may lose

She’s the saint, or she’s the sinner
Could be either one of them
But she will want to live her life
Not like the rest of them
Because she’ll like to ponder 
She’ll delve so deep within
Take a look into her dungeon
Get lost within the din.

She’s loyal to her loved ones
And never lets them down
Once she has accepted you
She’ll often take you down
To places most don’t want to go
Introduce you to your soul
Transformation rules her life
It be wrote within her role.

17 August 2013 @ 0633hrs.

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Feeding time

Feeding Time

Those birds sit in the Banksia tree
They wait there silently
Then every now and then these guys
They screech on out to me
The trays are empty down below
There ain’t no seed to eat
And so they call on out to me
And give to me some heat.

I run outside and fill those trays
Like every day before
Those Guys they watch me from the tree
They’re smart birds that’s for sure
I do my job and move away
Then they dive bomb through the air
All squabbling and a bickering
And fighting for their share.

The big boss Coccy I call him Fred
He seems to run the show
He calls the shots, he always  does
He’ll always let them know
That he’s the boss and with his spouse
{]I call his misses June}
They feed alone on one seed tray
But they be finished soon.

Then all the parrots crash on down
Doing wheelies in the sky
A screeching and a carrying on
Oh lord, they’re noisy guys.
Then when they’ve finished feeding
Well suddenly they’re gone
They fly so crazy through the air
Oh how they carry on.

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The forest of grief

The forest of grief:

At night I can hear the pain filled screams coming from the forest of grief. Longing, despair, and terror seeps in from the thick tree line into my bedroom window.

Their inhuman wails send chills down the nap of my neck rendering me unable to move. 

“What horrible events accrued inside this desolate place?”

No vegetation, growth, or life exist.
Only the suffering from distant pasts.
Time itself seems to be halted by the walls of the dense forest that shelter its ghostly inhabitants.

“Do they know death?
Do they know of the life they once led or can they even hear their own horror filled cries?

I do, I feel every heart breaking emotion as I lay in wait for dawn to break.”

There is no rest for them or me, the lonely women who tends the forest of grief.

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Neptune, Mystic lady

In mythology Neptune is male. But in astrology she represents unconditional love. 
which to me is a feminine thing. 

Neptune, Mystic Lady.

Neptune, sweetest mystic maid
They call you yang! Yet can’t they see?
That you, you be the mystic Mother,
You symbol purest mystery.
Ruling Pisces with your beauty,
Two fishes swim, the one each way
You point each soul unto each journey
“The Tao! Yes you be the way.

“Poets, musicians gather round me”
That’s what Neptune seems to say.
Her way be easier via Pisces,
Yet you may get there any way.
But don’t you fight her, or confusion
Might drive you to insanity.
Or drugs, or booze may beckon to you,
Young Neptune well she must be free.

Neptune says “Come on, disolve now,
Find out, you be the ocean too,
Each wave it be its own creation,
Of something that be ever new”
Oh Neptune “love with no conditions”
You be each souls own destiny,
You be the all, filled bold with beauty,
Oh, Neptune, maid of mystery.

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hello mr morrison

hello mr morrison
tell me, are the indians
that you saw when you were young
still on that dusty road?

did one take control of you
spirits now are one, once two
after that the arrow flew
and "squirming like a toad"

the brains of thousands tuned to hear you speak
the poet, philosopher and the tweak
the genius but never the geek
is welcome in my abode

i idolize the lizard king
let the long lost trumpets sing
love, despair, unholy things
found in his lost odes

resting in a grave in france
lucky me,i got the chance
to see him rest, but at a glance
on a motorbike he rode

to make a future lost as gold 

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Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nothing gold can stay.
Sometimes u find it slips away,
Something close that u can touch,
But in the end it was to much,
Like a flood flowing through a city,
Life is hard when u live in pity,
Things may be good but turn bad,
Sometimes it makes u really sad,
Days and nights may go,
Just have to live life nice and slow,
Maybe somethings may not be right,
Its never good to pick a fight,
Sometimes u find it slips away,
Nothing gold can stay.

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I spied an old man along the way

With a tattered cloak

He called to me

Where are you today?


I looked upon him

and smiled

I am with Moondust

Of soft glowings

Of days that grow dim

Of fires that glow

and of journeys to know


He offered  to me

Something precious to him

 A wooden staff

and said….

Those who go in love,

are always free


Such beautiful wood

Handsomely carved

I did not understand the gift

The writings upon it

Nor understood


What can I give?

He replied

You already did

In small important ways

Those who go in love,

are always free


I clasped his shoulder

and shook his hand

Looked into his eyes

We will meet again

In a far off land

A man  in his tattered cloak

Smiled gently ,

and said his goodbyes

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In a basin of jewelled bronze

The leaves lay

Many colours

Of many shades

To become a tapestry

Trees never die

They are forever made


A soft wind blew

Gentle on the leaves

The Queen took them

Kissed them too

Made many

Threads spun

Magical weaves

The trees have begun


Upon the cloth

A mighty tree grew

In shades of green

Of soft leaf

Texture of bark

Of branches, seen


The trunk grew strong and tall

Of threads spun

Texture of bark

I can hear its’ heart

The first of many

The trees have begun


Branches reached out to play

Touching the sky

The joy

To see how it grew



The leaves from the basin

Of jewelled bronze

 Carried by the summer queen

With a soft kiss….

One by one

They were blown onto the tapestry

The leaves multiplied

Faeries darted back and forth

Sewed each one

Of threads spun

Woven magic

The tree has begun


The heart of the tree

Could be heard

Very softly sighing

The first of many

Upon a tapestry

Where leaves were laid

Branches reached out

Touching the sky

That a Queen made


To a castle door

Leaves were left

Memories of suns

and seasons

For trees never die

Of threads spun

Woven magic

The trees have begun



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The Phantom of Menace

Hidden beneath the surface behind a masked disguise, The truth about my Prince Charming was veiled in his eyes. So full of Love and Kindness so quick to lend a hand, Everybody loves him they'd never understand. Gifts of love and flowers after another fight, I really must provoke him I know that he is right. Adorning me with his love he does show tenderness. As long as I obey his every need we'll live in happiness. He makes me feel special Though at times I feel so bad I really dont mean to do it but I know I make him mad. I know that he really loves me but I mustn't disobey, I just want to make him happy I know no other way. He does patches up the marks though my face he will not touch, So no one else see's that I disobey him that much. He's good at hiding our secret So no one else know our flaws. He's loved by all who know him And though I love him it does hurt. I sometimes wonder why But he does it so to teach me still it always make me cry. There are times that I hate him for pain and the bruises no one see's. Although I know he loves me so Why does he do it to me? Maybe one day I would learn how not to decieve or disobey Oh how it must make him feel and why I must always pay. No one else suspects it For he never marks my face To them he's a friend to all to me, The Phantom of Menace.

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Ojos Españoles

 Ojos Españoles
En su sorpresa agradable de los ojos
A usted roba mi corazón usted que no saldré
Mis sistemas son van mientras que emprendemos
nuestra misión del amor
En sus brazos caliente y cierre su latido del corazón
contra el mío que usted es thine 
En mi mente usted está allí toda la hora 
Mi vida mi amor mi lealtad para usted 

Peter LeBuhn 

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The battle within

Sparks fly in the air
Lights glow in the dark
I am gripped by fear
As my worst nightmare attacks
It's shriek pierces my soul
It's roar tests my bravery
This battle has left my control
And no one is here to save me
The air gets colder
The light gives out
The darkness gets bolder
And I'm filled with doubt
I'm standing on a bridge, hewn  from stone
It lies between the world and my mind
Now as it approaches, I'm all alone
But this demon of mine must stay confined
It must never escape from inside me
For the world cannot withstand it
And even though I may no longer be
I will do all I can to hinder it
I summon the courage I used to lack
And stand there dumbfounded
It's eyes glow a fiery glow
It's wings are made of fire
It's sinister smirk scares me so
And I know it's one desire
Huge and menacing, it comes before me
I must now perform my appointed task
'Ancient and evil you may be,
But you shall not pass.'

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She danced wildly amidst the crowd taunting man and woman alike
Though she was playing at all of our wants tonight

She possessed everything men like in a girl 
And the charisma of man to make the girls whirl

I say well done at such a feat
Her smile enchanting her voice sweet

Her hair a flame of yellow and black
Cut short to not hold her back

Her body lean and not lacking 
Her eyes a blue like a wave attacking

Bejeweled ears and a posture that was so
Captivating hearts began to slow

My gaze shifted head to toe in awe
Of this maiden that seemed to me all…

Then I awoke from my reverie to realize
That I will have to go with out this prize

To sea I go to conquer my fears
As I leave lifes gems behind with no tears

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Phantom kisser-

A masquerade ball was in full concert when
A charming young man stepped in

He bore a green tunic with gold trim
Mask devilish with a wry grin

His mask bore five feathers atop his brow
In full view of the whole of the crowd

The music stopped and no servant bore his name
No mark of royalty or note of fame

Who is this man whispers a girl
A mystery man, man of the world

His eyes a radiant green breaching the mask
The music starts with a nod no questions asked

His manner quite and shy though confident
Both hands resting behind his torso defiant

Utterly refusing any hand placed before him
A mission is what makes him grim

One girl and only one is his treasured fox
She is sitting at a table near the clocks

A common girl young enough for school
A starving pain runs through him almost cruel

A slow melody is played by the maestro
The gentleman gaze at him to and fro

A hand his placed before her tired eyes
Shear delightful sounds as she cries 

An angry man in a red mask stalks toward them
When an older woman steps in front of him

“Let them go” She says
“Why should I” eyes furiously red

To the center of the dancing floor they stroll
The beat picks up with a flick from maestro

Soft beats sound as they come together
Then silence…..weightless like a feather

A dazzling dance wows the place
Enough so to put awe on each face

After the last step and last beat coincide 
Their masks come up no more reason to hide

Their lips meet and cheers break out
Like those at a fight awaiting the bout

The commotion was too much for the old man
He stumbled forward to greet the brigand

A chase commenced with the house guards
Even some of the house bards
The Youngman fell and was detained quickly
Then a sound arose from the courtyard sickly

The sound of a sword piercing flesh
A pool of blood and a mess

Unveiling his mask bore only a lad
At this the old man felt sad

The young girl never knew what became of him
Her father detailed his absence to be of a decided whim

In reality he survived after his body was left for dead
A long fever and a month in bed

A preacher picked him up and healed his impaled breast
With medicine and well needed rest

He awoke later to a dream of his lady fair 
When he smelt the perfume of roses in the air

A second chance the preacher stated 
Yes it was not to be he debated

Now he is an old man sitting and writing this tale
Letting my grandson know not to bail

For I will leave it in my will for his eyes only!

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Silent pulses of Krileanine’s Pentagram Lure the young men of the hamlet Lönam Oh how she sains them with The Heptagram Curiosity killed the cat And made the Nightbeast Darkly, she commenced the ancient rite Performing in her Sluttish ways She’s preparing for the Full-moon Night Scream! Lycanthrope Lover Her host’s fangs Will pierce every innocent "Submit to my will You carrion ghoul Welcome to my Esoteric Hell" Scream! Lycanthrope Lover Whore of everything unholy You must Fear the Coming Of Muspelheim, Cassandra

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your beauty

if i touch you will you fade away into nothingness?  if i breathe the sweet breath of life
upon your softness will you melt into the sweet sensation of my milky thoughts? if i taste
the tender hope of your most ravishing thoughts would i become as the deaf-adder and stop
at nothing until i dissipate into my grave?  will i ever succumb to this one hope of
knowing that your beauty has become my ugliness and no longer am i worth this mere speck
of dust which i hide myself within.  your beauty.

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LIKE AN ANGEL …………………angels…they really do exist…….. 

Looking into your eyes, 
I could see your undying love, 
Your wonderful smile brimming me up in joy, 
I just want to know, what makes you come back, 
To fill my soul with life and joy, 
You make me wonder of my soulless existence. 

Like an angel, you cast your spell upon me, 
Leaving me caught up in my memories. 
Your faith in me makes me to carry on 
To transcend over the horizon, 

You placed your hand upon my empty soul, 
You brought me back to life, 
Making my dreams real, 
Looking towards the sky, I could see your fragnant smile 

Like an angel, you rid me of my perils, 
You caress my soul as if I were your own, 
Dressed in white, you shine your light upon me, 
Helping me to wake from my soulless dream 

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Embracing His Wrath

The great deceiver picks one
To manipulate and bare his son.

Something goes wrong, she won't have it
So she runs away from his havoc

She refuses to commit to his will
He curses her to the Island Seal

A place to give in to the evil
Where she meets a man named Cecil

The evil one under a mask
To deceive is his ultimate task

Through his eyes she can tell
Looking through unmasking hell

In his furious anger he breaks her neck
Her soul is lifted to her lord ship

Her body is given a second chance
Without recollection of this dance

He places her under angel guards
Marking her under the stars

Her torment will not go unseen
If she goes back she will...scream

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The throne of babylon is falling
their gold is melting  can you hear them bawling
fire is burning hot as hell
some can neither buy nor sell

the mark in their hand they do not dread
half of them have it in their head
the beast they worship is the evil one
his armies gather at armageddon

its all in the bible and shall come to pass
the world awaits the nuclear blast
the throne of babylon is falling
their skin is melting they keep on bawling

 Will they rue what they've sown, before this last reaping
tears drip from their souls as children lay weeping
His full wrath was poured out, the judgement had come
a new world was birthing, the mystery was done

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Las Alturas Del Amor

 Las Alturas Del Amor
  Las alturas del amor tratan frotar ligeramente con suavidad Sensous que 
disimula venir antes del thee pelado, abierto y crudo. Sus manos apacibles 
resbalan a través y tragan mi cuerpo en el movimiento del tendor. Por segundo... 
ir más rápido como una locomoción del vapor. Agarrado por sus manos 
flexibles suaves que me toman profundamente... en su garganta densamente 
en su cuerpo que palpita rhythmicly, Strongehold que pulsa sobre mi eje. Esto 
es verdad un arte de placer. Incorporando una pasión ninguna vuelta. La 
sensación que desconcierta, agradando. Usted que prueba mi poción del amor 
con toda su emoción.... la sed de Hmmmm... Ohhhh I, anhela, desea para usted 
más lejos mientras que nuestro affaire aguanta. Usted me ha traído a las 
alturas del amor que usted me ha traído a las alturas del amor Peter LeBuhn 
Copyright ©2006 Peter LeBuhn 

Peter LeBuhn 

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Close your eyes
       Open your heart
See the beauty
        Of the beast
For it is what is within
        That will amaze you
See not his hand
Feel his touch
Look into his eyes 
          Know his heart and soul
Now you know there is more to him
          Then meets the eyes
Beauty within;There it lies

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Stolen Souls

It sweeps through the nights, 
Is it an angel? a devil? or the angel of death, 
I lie there sleeping, 
It comes and my life disappears, 

I disappeared then i found myself flying, 
flying over the ruins the soul stealer left, 
I saw his face, 
I saw his pain, 
I'm sweating terribly, or are these tears on my face? 

I hear a scream then i wake up, 
Its white and clean, 
I hear a machine going: beep, beep, beep 
and his face looking at me, 
holding my hand, 

i suddenly remember the scream, 
my own scream, 
and the bullies dunking me underwater,
he was just glad i was alive, 

he leans closer, 
and we share our first kiss.

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what life is, is all in drama.

A play whereas pain and joy

are the themes in constant contrast .

pain is for us in stage and joy for the only one who watches .

what is it to be normal ,if life is all just stage act

of the seven step rhythmn with a slight tag

followed by the deep mournful cry encrypted pain is living and role of puppets

and us all in poetic harmony

we stomp to the dance of life.

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Taking hope out of a gloomy day
is like living without a hopeful heart;
and waiting for miracles without praying
is bringing on a specter of infidelity,
which disrupts my daily living...
making me ponder faith with distrust!

Before it rains, I hope for a rainbow at five...
believing that it will there for me to admire,
not merely imagining, but envisioning its beauty;
what is hidden from the eyes shouldn't be a mystery,
and this Humankind has created myths and legends
for the ones lacking the sixth sense!

Embarking on that journey of incognito,
solely relying on this overburdensome ego,
causes me to experience inquietude
in a most unfovarable latitude;
and freedom is confined in short miles,
when my ship comes to an halt for guidance!

Before it rains, I'll see myself securing the anchor,
and step on the pier of the safest harbor...
waving at the fading rainbow over the refulgent horizon;
taking pride and remembering the grueling fright
of a captain who never displayed a doubt...
even when the storm dashed the agitated ocean!

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And In The END

Message Delivered
I Am Done
Here , No One
Even Noticed

Trumpet Sounded
Angels Spoke
Another Day
Passes Away

Tick , Tock
Time Slides
Just When
The Decision Made

Flash Of Light
Fury of the Wind
Thunderous Noise

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La lumière des étoiles d'ambre-

For years I had desired to 
write a thing of beauty, 
yet beauty, as always, escaped me… 
for beauty as I found through 
experience and misery, 
is merely the plaything of the beautiful: 
the acrimonious agent 
of their delicate deceit,
“La lumière des étoiles d'ambre…”
unattainable to all, reluctantly fey, 
betrayed by our delusion 
and indefinable inertia,
“La lumière des étoiles d'ambre…”

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It is the night of the full moon
 shadows are created
That is the world in which he lives
 Fear him not
He is spirit
 Sent to help a troubled world
God works in mysterious ways
 Listen to his midnight cry
Search him out
 And you may learn
God works in mysterious ways

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A gentle look...
From a girl , so fair
Everything she touched,
she loved too
A chance meeting,
in the walled garden
Filled with Sunfire roses
and foxglove
A knight, fell in love
The beauty of a Sunfire rose
laid at her door
A girl borne on a South Wind
Everything she touched
Everything she saw
She loved too
It was the beauty of nature,
that drew them to the walled garden
A noble Knight
With the kindest blue eyes 
Saw Larissa, in the sunlight
A touch of finger tips
A sunset of gilded pink
A kiss upon her lips
A Sunfire rose
Everyday laid at her door
To a woman...
Who touched the heart of a knight
Whom she loved
To a knight...
Who saw a beautiful woman
Standing in sunlight
Borne on a southwind
Warm and sweet
A girl, so fair
A girl, so pretty
Everything she touched
She loved too

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Surreal Dreams

When the road is a gypsies ribbon and the trees dance with the wind
The nights hours fade to memorie. Embracing the Carnal sins.

Two succubus hands provoke my senses. For wine has their control.
I deny their actions and offenseses. Cleansing my harden soul.

To my eyes they appear angelic. Like sapphires amidst moonlight.
I admire them like relics. Only for the night.

I bring them to my house to sleep their demons away.
They want something else. Pulling me astray.

I lay their figures on clouds of white. My bed is large and grand.
Both scratch, claw, and bite. With promises engraved in sand.

Finally ending their sharade. They fall asleep together
Really wanting to get laid. I sustained the tempest weather.

When the rays seep through. Waking weary eyes.
I witness it too! A maroon sunrise.
Breakfast is waiting on the gentile stool.
Kind smells are baiting for their appitiets are cruel.

After eating they slip away to their home of family hood.
Fully contemplating the way I fully understood.

Later amongst our peers and friends. The ladies convey my trust.
Drawing near favorites and kin. For a savage lust.

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The eyes of the immortal (part 1)

The fever comes upon the mortal
Through it he seeks his mind to see
What lies behind the hidden portal
Behind the scenes of his reality

He sees forces that furiously unravel
Upon the souls of the flesh and blood
They seek the despair, the power, the emotion
To discovery the new in their immortal now

They sense his eyes looking at them
His consciousness swimming in their unknown
They look back, with a desire for pestilence
Troubled as he is, afraid he now becomes

Rotten his reality, begging for the something
To the few that notice .. his futility on the streets
He craves for his status, his power and his money
The things that depraved him of his soul

Yet nobody looks, nobody hears and no one understands
The earth has closed his gates to his mouldered soul
Trapped between the world of vision and the world of now
His mind starts planning his devious return

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I see no future in tomorrow,
For the war coming,
The soldiers are ready for feud,
Just waiting for a trumpet sounds.

Following the illuminating light from the west,
And the Egyptian pyramid,
Watching over all.

Here we stood,
Depending on the enlightened,
Who blindfold's us?

We are scared to say,
But we know they hunt,
They are the oligarchy, 
The emissaries of cleft.

They’re mechanics of war.
They besiege by night,
Blood bathing,
Making demonic symbols,
Singing the songs of the Egyptian Mummies.

The death of millions of heads,
Give birth to crude oil,
Crudely they all smile in pity.
They forgot God never sleeps, 
We will rejuvenate.
By the end of the war,
And God will Judge.

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I’ll  tell ye now of the lovely Selkie,  
She  married   Dingle man  Cagans
For a short span of time, then returned to the sea. 
Near   Kerry’s  land of  goblins

He  found her  drowning in his net  one day
With his strong hand he  saved  her life 
And took  her  Selkie's skin   away, 
He wanted her  for  wife, 

The  man then married  this  seal-woman
She’d be his true  lover 
She  become human and  shed  her  seal skin, 
His love had won her  over 

Oh boys,  but  her true home was the sea, 
The waves and tides of the Bay
She’d leave if the chance came to be free
But, faithful  girl, she  stayed. 

Cagans one windy  winter morn -
In his nets trapped far from shore -
The end, he feared.  But  then  he mourned
The loss of  his darling more.

His cries like waves broke  in her ears:
She changed back to seal-form 
Then she swam right fast and quelled his fears,
And he was saved  from harm. 

Says she, “ I’ve lost our home and bed
But I’ll always swim near you.”
“Then I never will sail from Dingle,” he said, 
“But swim out  each day with  you.“

And every day they were seen in the bay
On the  sea or near  the shore,
A-catching fish and always at play
Till one day they were no more. . . . . . . .  

 . . . . . . Now, a dolphin’s come to Dingle Bay
Fungie’s made it his home.
He’s never left us, but decided to stay,
Never more to roam. 
Dingle Bay is famous for a young bottlenosed dolphin which appeared at the mouth of Dingle Harbour  in 1984. In Dingle they say it is Cagans swimming always. Christened "Fungie" by the local fishermen, the dolphin rarely ventures far from the mouth of the harbor, a fact that has baffled scientists and specialists. A simple explanation given is that at the time of his arrival, the body of a young female bottlenose was washed up locally. Dolphins are thought to show great fidelity in their relationships, and may only have one mate for life.      Dingle is also  famous as the location for three movies:  RYAN’S DAUGHTER 1969,  FAR AND AWAY 1992,  THE FIELD  1993.

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Great and weak men have existed
Sometimes their memories are bleak
Other times their memories live on
After the passing away of mortals
We only have memories left
Memories of their deeds
And the life they lived
Houses even cry when great men die
Inanimate objects often wear the toga of sadness when great men pass
There houses and places of abode weep too
The place of great men in the afterlife is great
Taking a glance at the wicked
They live wretchedly
And pass away like animals
People rejoice when they have gone
No one misses them 
The places where they once lived as homes 
Become desolate
Sometimes it becomes the abode of demented people
 Their descendants wear long drawn faces
For they immediately start reaping
What their fathers sowed
It is sad 
Very sad
Indeed sad
Weeping and wailing is so loud and great in their homes when they pass
For we know there is no peace for the wicked
Saith the Lord

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Disposed By Hate

Darkness sets in on a man. A weak, powerless man. A man trapped in his thoughts. Battling and trying to fight but falling into a constant lose. Trying to seek a light. But there's none in sight. Growing weaker and weaker each day. He's holding onto strings better left to fray. Sitting, thinking, breaking down with his head in his hands. Figuring all this out only to which he understands. Not knowing his fate. He's disposed by hate.

He's a mess, Filled with stress. Cant find a away out. To much to think about. Just a dark, weak minded soul. It's really taking its toll. He's been through so much. That he's effecting to the slightest touch. Its a long way to break free. To think there's a chance and one he must see. But he's not even close to reality. He's trapped in a place that he's always known. There's no way out and the door isnt shown. Struggling not knowing his fate. He's disposed by hate.

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Sitting on a smooth rock
as waves crash into it...foaming,
and splashing their salty water on me;
it is warm and soothing after burning
on dunes of sand...listening to rock,
and one of the songs caught my fancy...

The dreamer who follows the stars
is an unloved soul running from time,    
searching for secrets in this Universe...
but finding only sympathy for himself;
he can see the sea-birds in flight,
and wishes more peace at every sunset!  

This pen dashes all thoughts off,
to relieve this mind of unwanted clutter,
clearly seeing beyond the noiseless shore;
and like survivors of a shipwreck:
I let out a deep breath, to feel life 
at its best ,and joyfully play my clarinet...

The dreamer who follows the stars
 loses their traces into space,
they go further and further and disappear from his sight;
he counted them all when they stood still and shone
above the ragged canyons of a dreary moon in silverlight, 
and how can he hope for their return and not dream alone?  

Fugitive darkness gives away to dazzling sun-rays,
the shrills of the gathered sea-gulls, by the beach-house,
bring me back to an existence of joyful laughs; 
I am repulsively sad to have fallen into sleep,
to have missed moments that could have inspired, indeed,
another song for the dreamer who followed the stars!

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Two Thousand And Eight

two thousand and eight
of years that passed by
humans and animals
are living under the same blue sky

and my seventeen years
will come to an end
reaching a mark of eighteen
its a cycle all over again

so i take my hope and crush it open
i take my courage and force it out
with no where to see, or no where to go
only my voice, i will still shout it out loud.

because its not over, nor is it an end
we do still see us, and our lives
because we are still standing here and then
we'll only move forward, 
and forward, we began to survive.

no turning back
no looking around
there is no whispers of hope
but there is a sound

so we follow these steps
and we seek a treasure
a treasure of peace
of peace, it'll bring us happiness

there's no giving up 
no tears of despair
hush, don't cry now
don't you dare.

we're still here
and we're still strong
we're still alive
in places we all belong

don't get lost
just hear this cry.
two thousand and eight
of years had just gone by.

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Wasn't Enough

Why bother trying, You watch yourself dying, Crying out to God asking for advice, Help me find away to rejoice, Speak up and feel the noise, Only in away that He knows, And you cant explain, To Save you and take away the pain, You open your eyes and see the world is spinning, Trying to figure when am I gonna start winning, Sitting in a corner and your losing, Thinking why am I on this path that I'm choosing, You make one last cry for help?, But no ones around to answer......
Demons surround you, Nowhere to run, You look to the ground and you pick up that gun, Raise it to your head, But you can't pull the trigger, You place it out in front and start to fire, Thinking the bullets wont hit them and you don't believe they will only to call God a liar, Seeking away out, Time running short you scream and shout, Demons closing in stronger and awaiting a final attack, You stand your ground and try to fight back, But like a diamond in the rough, It Wasn't Enough......
Struggling to find peace within, You ask God to forgive you of your sins, Only to figure out its you, you can't forgive, Tension rises once again, You wonder is this the end? Fighting to survive with all your might, Suddenly day turns to night, Demons coming upon you, Your mind in fear you dont know what to do, You seek out a voice, Your ears filled with noise, Your eyes pin out Demons in all directions, Inching and inching ever so closely, You make one last cry for help, But no ones around to answer......
Once again the Demons surround you making escape a mere impossibility, You fall to your knee's and pray, Talking to God saying all you can say, You open your eyes and see a blinding light, Thus its the hand of God giving you the strength to stand up and fight, A war that lasted nearly a decade is coming to a close as it seems, But your still in question with those nightmarish dreams, The dreams bring you down but you try to stay tough, In the end, It Wasn't Enough......

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A Shame

I failed to defend my precious eminence 
That all I've heard is the sound of disgrace
The news had speard without my innocence
That flaps its wings conveying my face

I sat aside in the dark corner of my room
To shy to see the word outside
In me the secret that will trigger my doom
The shame that forces me to hide

Those smile I saw had broke my heart 
The voices I've heard had brought me pain
The hateful stares wishing me depart
A sorrow fall of one's in vain

These nightmares appears when I'm in bed
That I vow to death to take my life
The blood that flows well never shed
The pain in me not caused by knife

Ill paint this sorrow upon my lonely grave
This shame torments me until I die
Forever more hides in forgotten caves
And kiss them all to say goodbye 

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Creaking beams

Creaking beams

Who waits in the shadow of these creaking beams?
Waits between the pillars and rafters’
Waits unbeknownst and overblown
Without the sense to come in from the cold 

Isolated in darkness, eyes can not see
Nor recall the moments conceived, 
But who will heed those creaking beams?
While waiting to come in from the cold       

Only we shall ponder the creaking beams  
Trapped under the pillars and rafters,
Trapped in the shadow of movement and time 
Waiting to come in from the cold

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Why the dogwood tree grows

Why the dogwood tree grows.

In the middle of a vacant filed stands a grand dogwood tree where the  crows gather daily. People flock far and wide just to gaze at its majestic stature and overwhelming beauty wondering silently amongst themselves, “How this tree came to be.”

Shrouded in secrecy lays the scattered bones of a dead man. 

His hands rest against his thighs, his head turned upright as his soil filled eyes gaze upward awaiting the warm glow of the sun that sadly never comes.

The man laid to rest beneath the black dirt over time had long been forgotten, he no longer had a name, no home, or even a family of his own. Just the loving roots he had been encased in long ago.

But how this event came to be only three could say.
The women, the murder, and the forever silent dogwood tree.

The restless bones belonged to a man, a young man who had fallen in love and courted another mans betrothed. The women cared for the simple gardening man and the many trees his nimble fingers tended but her fiance was a jealous chap with rage to match.
And upon one final night after witnessing their true loves kiss the grief stricken cohort stuck the man down with his rusted pick axe and banished the gardener to his hand dug grave, placing his lifeless corpse in a vacant filed in which no one came. But what the enraged man didn’t foresee was the seed of a dogwood tree.
It fell from the deceased pocket and grew from the gardeners heart.

Year after year the tree budded magnificent flowers each possessing a hint of red staining their petals.

People marveled in its splendor gazing at the unique tree, gasping in awe and glee, but for one women its beauty agonized her for its existence was a constant reminder that no justice, nor revenge could ever be won for her simple gardening man.

And as the roots steamed onward feeling the caressing flow of a spring wind on its crimson petals the mans chest flooded with air and his dry, frail skeleton once more exuded life; 

And  as she eyed the swaying branches his memory suddenly came to life.
He was the air the tree inhaled, the nutrients it desperately needed to grow, and the reason it thrived.

Even in death he had the gardeners touch.

Her wrinkled face light up with love and for the first time in fifty years she smiled in happiness thinking to herself.

“That is why the dog wood tree grows, its out of love for my dead mans bones.”

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Worth Fighting For

Walk of fame,
Walk of shame.
But what is it really worth?
If we win,
We only live to fight again.
If we lose,
Then it was worth fighting for.

Road to somewhere,
Road to nowhere.
But what is it really worth?
If we win,
We only live to fight again.
If we lose,
Then it was worth fighting for.

Sea to shining sea,
Tree to rotting tree.
But what is it really worth?
If we win, 
We only live to fight again.
If we lose,
Then it was worth fighting for.

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A beautiful girl was born
In secret...
On a spring night
Just before dawn
A girl, so fair
A girl, so pretty
Your heart would melt
As she grew
Everything she touched
She loved too
The inner peace
Made people turn and sigh
In the depths of the Castle
She was kept secret
For the mother knew
The humilation and pain too
For the child,
a father was not known
For the mother,
she carried the secret
In her aching heart
On her face, the pain shown
The father, so they say
Handsome and charming
Took her heart
Took her love
Then went away
A girl, so fair
As beautiful as the day
Often wondered
Of the man
Who took her mothers'
heart away
Her mother in despair,
A broken heart
No one could repair
The girl,
such sorrow
Yet everything 
She touched
She loved too
A girl, so fair
Accepted with innate grace
the loss
She could bare
Serenity , upon her face
Abeautiful child
Bcame a woman
Eerything she touched
Se loved too
On a  spring night
Se must find
Te man who helped bring her ,
in to this world
Eerything she touched
Bcame light
Se sensed he was near...
Smething in the wind showing
Whose ripples she could hear
Her fair hair,  blowing
A fair wind came
Warm and sweet
from the South
A Prince to meet
A South Wind Prince confessed
A daughter to love
A girl, so fair
Everything she touched,
was blessed
A tale of love spurned
A mothers' despair
A daughters' love returned
A girl, so fair
Averything she touched
She loved too
With a heart, 
Carried in you

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I also write music and song lyrics.
This poem is one of my song lyrics. after all song lyrics is just a poem put to 
Stop this world and let me off.
IM tired of spinning around and around.
Stop this world and let me off,
before I fall to the ground.
            first verse
Your love is like a spinning top.
Dont know when its going to stop.
You play love like it was a game
and your always looking for some else to blame.
Stop this world and let me off
IM tired of spinning around and around.
Stop this world and let me off
before I fall to the ground
             second verse
Your love is like a mystery
You keep me guessing if you love me.
Your love is of a special kind.
I love you,but your driving me out of my mind
Stop this world and let me off.
IM tired of spinning around and around.
Stop this world and let me off
before I fall to the ground

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When I was walking down the hall I felt a pain that hurt me
poignantly but it was not really there

When I was walking up the stairs I met a man who was not there
and he was not there again to day- oh how I wish he'd fade away!

When I was at the table alone I spoke with a lady who was dressed
in grass and cotton but she was not there and maybe I was not either

There just is not a way to know when we are dreaming is there?
Nevertheless dreams do come true some times

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She’s running….run faster,
Maybe he won’t catch you,
Run…I’m not going anywhere, 
Oh no he’s getting closer,
Please help! 
He has me in is arms,
Why won’t he stop?
Run…! Run..!
Why can’t I scream…?
Maybe louder maybe kicks or bites,
Nothings helping,
Try to get away,
No one sees him,
No one sees it,
Running, running into the dark,
No! God no!
Maybe if I had a gun,
Yes, I’ll shoot,
Shoot, me, no him,
I’m dead.
……..he’s still there.

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She is so sweet to me Her lovely lullabies are my fix An angel on earth she is With her voice she could break the lunar love She is my muse But where did she go My angelic-gothic queen A siren has fell What is left to take her place A wench from the south Such a terrible fate for her band of legends  Tristania has surely died

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Who Can Quench These Sights of Tomorrow

It will be evident too 
much in our sober 
Trusting all we needed 
and to our little yatch 
Making room for so much 
creativity and learned 
Grace for tommorrow 
and our hope's needed 
leaps to be in reality's 
The signs are true...thus 
the times were hard.

Above earth's schemes to 
Placing mysteries in little 
that came-by to salute a-
halloo and 
Pacingly..Here is what we 
call thinking Old eyes...Still 
"Salient Minds"....Reality 
A Dreamy Phase...A 
Dreamy Phrase...A Sinking 
This dreamy paraphrase.

Lets "Rock" on Basses 
and Sambas,
Lets lighten on Cymbals 
and the Guitars,
Lets level on "JAZZ and 
Lets happen to travel on 
pure white Dragons and 
The fumes of the 
Lotus...Say while travelling 
along with salient minds 
along the banks 
of Tommorrow in whited 
yatchs and more,
Jack's bean stalk and 
sundry linkings,
Cleanliness another fitting.

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And Nothing Else Matters

I never opened myself this way,
I try to hide my evil everyday.
All of this I can't just say,
My darkened bed is where I lay.
I lived my life without a care,
A place to hide please take me there.
My emotions paint the walls with darkened splatters,
And nothing else matters.

I want to run away never looking back,
Prove all the people wrong talking smack.
But I can't bare to witness this any longer.
Take me to a new home.
I can't find it to care,
A place to hide please take me there.
My emotions paint the walls with darkened splatters,
And nothing else matters.

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The Land of the Golden Sands

Sounds to me, that you see
Whats beyond, and whats to be
Why don't you take my hand
and show me the land,
of the golden sands.
Where the minds flee,
and the hearts meet.
Where the sun sets into the ocean slow,
and comes out at dark with a shiny blue glow.
The beaches are made of golden sands,
and they are as long as you could ever glance.
A calm soothing tune plays from the depth of the jungle,
and people do nothing all day but make love and dandle.
oh take me there please, I have no where to go
oh take me there please, I have no where left to go
There is no hope there, there is no despair
Only joy and love, fill the air

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Absolutely Captivating

The way she entered
Instantaneously stunning everyone in the room
Putting a hex on anyone in her path
Her bright eyes illuminate the room
A fresh perfume certainly intoxicating
As these whispers begin to stir
As this wondrous beauties extravagance
Radiates so much energy
Elevating a curious interest
She mingles ever-so graciously
Quite exquisite
Yet almost seeming coy 
She seems to be overdue for a real conversation
Due to her immense beauty
All of these delinquent amateurs waste her time
On pointless pick up lines
Maybe next time
You should exercise some civilized behavior
And you just may romanticize

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This Fair Queen

Rides in soft golden light

Only at twilight, to be seen

Golden hair catches the sun

This Fair Queen on the run


With rippling emerald shawl,

This Fair Queen rides in golden glow.

Only the faithful know it so

For, the faithful know it all


This Fair Queen loves her folk,

Her smile, like the sun

Intoxicating fun,

The Fair Queen can invoke


This emerald green

Disappears in to the night.

Not to be seen,

Golden hair,

Golden delight,

Rides far in to twilight.


This Fair Queen,

Bejewelled in green

Golden hair,

The like, never seen


This ethereal Queen

In gold and green

Seen by the few

Those who believe it true


This magical time

Betwixt day and night

The clock does chime

This fair queen

Must ride with all her might.


To go after sundown

This Fair Queen

Will lose her crown,

Will never be seen


For the Kingdom of Twilight

The Fair Queen rules all

Bejewelled in green

Golden hair ,so bright

The dying of golden sun

Her work is done


This Fair Queen will disappear

At the dipping of the sun

Bejewelled in green

Only to be seen

On a snow white horse, on the run

When the clock does chime,

At twilight time


Golden whisper at dusk,

Fleeting flash of emerald green

Scent of honeysuckle musk

This golden Queen

Can only be seen,

By the faithful few

Who know it is true


This soft chuckle of delight,

Heard only at twilight

Tis my Queen

That can only be seen

In soft golden light

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And So It All Began

When GOD created the Heavens and the Earth,
The Earth was without form and void-
And thus they did declare His glory in the Heavens and throughout the Universe-

The birds did sing.

The grass did grow. 

The herbs, the plants, the trees, the beasts of the field and all the waters, 
beneath, below.

The sun, the moon, the stars, the planets and all the elements,
They all "sprang" forth at God's own Word and it was good, a glorious divine 
And so it all began.

As things went on and time progressed;
Then man, made in God's own image, came on the Scene-
The Love and Power of God's Creation: His "greatest" work personified.

All things beautiful and good.

His "awesome"  work- an end to a wondrous prelude of life-

And so it all began!

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Above and below...
White coats of air around the night
Flashlights of eyes from nocturnal creatures spy envious at the moon
Menage of strangers hide beneath the lunar light that listens...Listen carefully
while crickets curl their legs and shadows shy singly
Owls tattle incessantly in tall trees that tangle leaves in loaves
Before the wrath the wise wild wind waives warning signs around the hamlet
What horror doth become a happening?

As it was...
Violins play violent thru her lungs calamity
In the black water
Buried below beneath awestruck ascending
She sets foot on land in sand
Lips azure wars weeping in her eyes
Birds fly away beyond the breeze
Insects itch and scratch into their beds as ignorant antennas listen to the fear 
forthcoming fever on their heads
Before the wrath the wise wild wind waives warning signs around the hamlet
Violins play violent thru her lungs calamity

As it was...
Silent children suffered
...her own children suffered silently in the night stabbed and pierced by hands 
that reflected hers...
In the mirror their she was
Laying their bodies inside the black water made her take her own breath away 
from the breeze birds bundle to breathe
Buried below beneath in death descending...
In the black water
Awestruck ascending...
Violins play violent thru her lungs calamity...
Ayyyyeeee...Mis Hijos..., Ahhhhhhhh....My Children!

What horror doth become a happening?

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I gazed upon the trees 
The beautiful trees 
A bramble rose in full bloom 
Framed in a castle window, 
a soft breeze 

Faerie Princess 
Soft light fell 
Upon your wings 
I am under your spell 

Soft light fell 
On a day... 
When only a Prince, 
can take you away 

Faerie Princess 
Soft light fell 
Upon your wings 
I am under your spell 

Oh Juliana! 
You cannot believe, 
unless you feel 
Deep in your heart 
The soft kiss of love 

Faerie Princess 
Soft light fell 
Upon your wings 
I am under your spell 

You returned to a castle 
Bathed in light 
Faeries and butterflies 
On a day,so bright 

Faerie Princess 
Soft light fell 
Upon your wings 
I am under your spell 

In a walled garden, 
of bramble rose and foxglove 
You cannot believe 
Unless you feel 
Deep in your heart 
The soft embrace of love 

Faerie princess 
Soft light fell 
Upon your wings 
I am under your spell 

Oh Juliana! 
Faerie Princess 
Soft light fell 
Upon your wings 
You captured everything, 
under your spell 

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The Near Death

Another sits between here and there
and rises to meet the unknown.
Against your back lay blackest veil,
while in front purest light was shown.

"Where could I be?", rang clear within.
You see, this place is new.
Could I exist within a dream,
concerned with what to do?

And as he pondered where he was
and how he was to leave,
a tiny voice pierced the light,
what was it to achieve?

"It's time to go.", said the voice
as calmly as could be,
and before a shred of wonder rose
my feet moved in front of me.

Step by step was forward taken
until my thought became.
I stood in place, frozen still,
then shock, I heard my name.

A cry of pain, a wail of plea
where the first sounds I could hear.
And as I turned around I saw
from the darkness came my fear.

It struck a chord and then I knew
where I was and why.
The light ahead was surely death,
within it I would die.

So then, behind must be my life,
the voices, those I know.
And if I delve into the black,
back to life I'll go.

Now free to choose his open path,
he stood firm, wondering,
life is given as a gift,
but what could dying bring?

None alive can answer full
what lies beyond the light,
but as for me, I'll wait and see.
For then, I turned my sight.

Accepting what the darkness gave,
I threw myself within.
With open, blurry eyes I knew
I was alive again.

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To Roses

A scarlet tear drips o'er the thorn,
As she runs her stained fingernails along the edge.
The blade digs a little deeper:
Beautiful like her lips that speak so silently;
In the irony of a moment, she fades.

As a summer rosebud in blossom penetrates;
The starlit sunlight's gasp against twilight's chill;
A sharp cold turns to the flu.
Dances of fever and anger o'er the horizon:
Blood splatters across the sky.

After the battle of her dreamy cowboys against bison;
She stares up in wonder at this moment.
As she continues to caress the blade;
That lovely rosebud cuts a little deeper into the flesh.
She blesses the curse of roses.

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Low Man Is Due

A low man is due...
My eyes seek reality,
My fingers feel for faith.
Touch clean with a dirty hand,
I touch the clean to the waste.
I fall cause I let go,
The net below has rot away.
And I cry to the alleyway,
Confess all to the rain.
But I lie straight to the mirror,
The one I've broken to match my face.
The fire is so warm,
But nowhere safe from the storm.
And I can't bear to see,
What I've let me be.
So wicked and worn.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.
So low the sky is all I see,
All I want from you is forgive me.
My eyes seek reality,
And my fingers seek my veins.
There's a dog at your back step,
He must come in from the rain.
But you bring that poor dog in from the rain,
Though he just wants right back out again.
So my fingers feel for faith,
And my eyes seek reality.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.

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Fading Star (Part One)

Sometimes you are stopped in your tracks and you have to stop and stare,
I saw someone so beautiful, but she was just sitting there.
As the world passed her by in all its majestic glory,
I stopped a stranger and asked of him, ‘Do you know of this girl’s story?’

He stopped and looked at me and bowed down his head,
He told me that she was someone once, but many think she’s dead.
It happened a long time ago, her lover did her a wrong,
The tale he can’t remember but the words are in a distant song.

I wanted to know so much more so I waited there that day,
To see if she would turn towards me or just walk the other way.
But she sat with far away eyes on her sad expressionless face,
I looked around for guidance, but we were strangers alone in this place.

But life wasn’t always like this, I found out in a little while,
There was a time when she laughed and her face always carried a smile.
Everywhere she went, people stopped and stared,
So many people loved her, so many people cared.

Climbing up the wall is now the highlight of her day,
Remembering when to go and never out doing her stay.
Eyes completely open, staring blankly at the wall,
Is she waiting for forgiveness or destiny to call?

I decided to take a chance, I moved across the room,
My heart was beating faster, have I moved to her too soon?
I stopped by her table and asked, ‘Is this seat taken?’
Her sad eyes looked up to me, warming if I am not mistaken.

Words were not forthcoming, but I saw a glimpse of a smile,
I sat down slowly, heart beating faster, my senses were on trial.
I went to say a word, but she stopped me with a fleeting glance,
My whole body mesmerised, it was if I was in a trance.


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Nothing To Find

Torn apart the dreams turn to tears, Going back to anger are the only fears. Trying to find a safe place to hide, The only thing is hate and guilt to the side. Nowhere to ease the mind, Nothing to find. 

True values of pain, Like a cowardly leader in battle to be slain. Rise to fall, There's no feeling to feel at all. Torn apart the dreams turn to tears, Going back to anger are the only fears. Trying to find a safe place to hide, The only thing is hate and guilt to the side. Nowhere to ease the mind, Nothing to find.

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Black Lilly

Black Lilly:

The red sun sets as the crystal moon rises over the vast country side. Stars above glisten with perfection in bright arrays as the earth below them silently moves.

Her aging pale eyes look outward in wonder as she cradles a black book in her withered hands. Her wisdom beckons for reason but her heart yearns for change. Though she knows its wrong, she cant resist.

“Black Arcana, god of the forbidden art, hear my voice and grant my wish of eternal youth! Take these hands of a crone and blinding eyes, color my ice white hair and sweeten my voice with a sultriness.”
She gazes at the words written on the crumbling page.
“A maidens tongue, the sent of first love, and a true virgins heart.”

The older women known as black Lilly stirs her concoction carefully as the blood of her victim drips down the wooden ladle.

Blackness twists and winds as fog fills the tiny room with putrid smelling pink hues.

Slowly she is consumed by her witchery.

Lilly’s hair softly turns blonde as her large eyes dilate blue.
“Yes, make me beautiful!”
Her trembling voice cries.

Suddenly the old grandfather clock strikes two as the bells chime fiercely throughout her room.

She stands upright in awe no longer feeling the plaguing resistance of old age. Lilly smiles and giggles under her lovely breath.

Abruptly she is stuck by the sound of her voice.
“no, this cant be!”
She screams.

Her reflection stares back at her with a shocking realization.
“A child, I have been turned into an eternal child!”

She falls to her shaking knees and grieves, for her gift of eternity has become an everlasting curse.

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She's a little cute,hot,rich white girl,
parties all over the world.
Turned hell into a Disco.
Taught others how to go.
Paris flair though every known
hot spot.
OOPS! got caught.
But it sure seems strange.
Not by the cops
by the Man up top,
wanted her to stop.
Spanked her little behind.
Sent her to a place of crime,
where people don't even have a dime,
Cleared her mind.
But it sure seems strange.
Little rich ,cute white girl, received
a lesson from the Spiritual World.
Learned to read the writting on the wall.
Her cries for help went though the halls,
landed on ears of beaten woman, addicted,
evicted families,unemployed with children
with no clothes or toys.
Sick, poor mother's who lost their men and
I luv her, because she did'nt eat! food is a treat,
the Spritual World is no retreat.
She stayed sweet.
What's in a name?
Ritz, Taj Mahal, Hilton.
The lesson is what's important.
She now sees how her cry for help was not
her own.
She will never be the same, strenght and
insight is what she gained.
But, it sure seems strange?
Paris Hilton is this cute thangs name.
The lesson of four walls is no game.
In time we will see,
what Ms Hilton will do,
for you.
But, it sure seems strange, little cute
Paris Hilton received a lesson from the
Spirtual World.
Strange, really strange?
But, it's because she's loved.

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Sealed With a Kiss

The night was still, doors locked. Clock struck midnight, the moonlight blocked. The city painted black, the streets were clear. To a man who walked alone, their demise crept near. Strutting in black, her lips shimmered red. For vengeance was her love, or so the story had said. Her heart was once broken, her dignity stolen. He left her for dead, her body bruised and swollen. No longer a victim, she hunted her prey. She wielded her gun, and with men she had her way. Her way wasn't lust, she had no heart for love, Each man she shot point blank, her demons she was free of. She once was a girl with a heart that shined gold, But what one mad had taken from her, that heart turned to cold. Left for dead in the moonlight, like a black dahlia she laid, Soaked in her blood, a demon she was made. Men were her victims, like a hawk hunted game, She once was an innocent, but no longer the same. Each man she saw, she saw his face, Wanted all to have paid, for what she could not erase. The news plastered her fame, she was facing twenty-five to forever, She would never get caught, for she was far too clever. For all men met her green eyes, they dreamed of pure bliss, Falling too far they were murdered, and sealed with a kiss.

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Burden In My Hand

I was coming down the mountain,
Run away children.
Everybody has their own opinion.
Holding it back hurt so bad,
Jumping out of my flesh and I said...

Follow me into the desert as thirsty as you are,
There's no station to fill the tank so do not drive your car.
Cause down below the truth is lying beneath the river bed,
So just close your eyes and bow your head.
Pain is suffering the torment of blood He shed,
Fall to your knees and drink the water that flows under her head.
I lost myself below the tree,
Would you cry for me.
I left everything deep within the sand,
Its just a burden in my hand.

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struck by lightning

You were like lightning
That hit me while driving
You spilled all over my senses

To say I was electrified
Is an understatement

Because now i sit and write
Silently wonder about 
My time with you

Where do I go from here
After the occurance
Of you
is gone

Do I pull up my baggy pants and

Fake out my own mind
That nothing occured
Thereby waiting for sleep
To make soft the blow

So that
The shape and the memory
Of your face
Becomes some distorted
Warp in the memory of my dreams

When I said too much 
And you gave a chuckle

As if to say good-bye

And we hit the reset button
For an resplendant reprise

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hero of the abyss

The thriving carnage reigns over the land
with A chaos tortured brand
on top of the Abyss in which it stands 
Along the side it  taints the mist
Where the var gan lays quist
A tower of the mardend pulootion
wearing the scare of it's alootion
I prasie it's uptight quiff landing
Upon the dare the darkness grows
A woumped it skialivise's it's understanding
A place noted black where the quarrel's flow
The floor shifting the shipped fool in motion
In a rooom spiting tenthly death's devotion
All houses pertained in dark narshaw
Seated in moggy filled courtyard's ashamed flaw
The bird blindingly snaring it's setting moutain peek
Seeing the window panes narrow in pale
As the nightingale sings it's call uni did pa real
Then comes to this decisions it feels 
Once stored it was ready to unfold it's possessive glave
A nor-ct feared  Appering face
All halls filled with noise 
opening the coffins mace
while the welder posted his poise
The break in deaths tower sets in his spirit
The nightingale sitting bluntly watching
Sing bird why have u called on me

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Only She Cries

What If I told You That I Loved you
would we care
would we die
 Chains surrounding Alice
Only She Cries
World Banished her
Love left her
all Alone
Melancholia presides over
Alice dies again
Will she ever reign
Will she ever see
what’s here to be
Only She Cries
She’s a ghost
Nobody to call Her name
Only She Cries
will she not live
whispers of her Raven mind
only control her
There’s no hope
Only she Cries
What If I told You That I Loved you
Empty Without a savoir
Will She ever be cured from this
will she breakaway
Gaia couldn’t be so cruel
Just to wail away—Let the Banshee Crie
Just wail away the pain
wail away the pain
Enter my heart and you’ll see
that Was the only thing you could ever need
Alice; only she cries
let it show
That love never dies
Through Euphoria
through melancholia
She’s a ghost
Nobody to call Her name
Only She Cries
will she not live
whispers of her Raven mind
only control her
There’s no hope
Only she Cries
What If I told You That I Loved you
She’s a ghost
Nobody to call Her name
Only She Cries
will she not live
whispers of her Raven mind
only control her
There’s no hope
Only she Cries
What If I told You That I Loved you
You didn’t know
how you could save her
Only if you could her
Alice dies
Only she cries

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The Dance

 The Dance
  In the hills of green
And the Sunshines sheen
Like a panther...your beauty
and grace came about thee
without a warning...without a 
Entraced by your charms
You are like royalty
Humblely wearing your arms.
Words are not spoken
It is understood
The dance has begun
The future is love

Peter B LeBuhn

Copyright ©2005 Peter B. Lebuhn 

Peter LeBuhn 

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In the night time, through
the darkness comes the voices
of all the pain and agony.
They disguise themselves
as friends who want to help
but i say no and they just won't
let me be.
In my dreams they always haunt me
show me things i can't control
how do you deal with seeing someone you
die in front of you, it's like ripping out your soul.

At night i try and slumber
but they always visit me
they awake me like the thunder
just so they can mock me.
At night i try and slumber
But there voices break the breeze
They awake me, to take me under
so they can bury me.

So they show me all these things
and i lay there wondering if i'll
wake up before it gets worse.
As the dreams get more persistant
And they horror comes in bursts.
I can't wake up, i can't let go
Claw at the walls, try to get home
and as i wake up in the cold sweat
im feeling defensless and alone.

Why can't they let me be?
Am i own worst enemy?
Am i the only one who can feel
these dreams?
Is it all inside my head?
All the feelings of the dread, and sorrow
not knowing if there will be a tomorrow.
Im trying get through today
trying hard to find a way
so when i got to bed at night
a peacefull rest and on a soft pillow
i will lay.

At night i try and slumber
but they always visit me
they awake me like the thunder
just so they can mock me.
At night i try and slumber
But there voices break the breeze
They awake me, to take me under
so they can bury me.

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I Can Still Feel You

I saw you there
Then you were gone
A brief glimpse into my past
Reaching out for forgiveness
But it wasn’t mine to give
I saw you again 
But not for long
The hands on the clock have long since stopped
And a light shines in the darkness
As dust dances into a stream of light
Playing softly with the wind
Then you slip quietly out of view.

The day begins slowly
Nothing ever stays the same
But nothing changes
Your shadow leaves before you
But comes back for a last look
Reaching into every corner
Glass rainbows appear from the window
Leaping in and out of view
Like oil in pools of water 
Imploding in every direction
I want to reach out to you
But I know you have already gone.

I saw you once again
In a painting on a wall
It never really changes
Only fades away from view
Like fragments of your life
Torn to shreds and scattered 
To the corners of the room
No-one to pick up the pieces
I hear the sound of laughter
Or is it the beginning of the day
I try to catch the wind
But it dances with someone new.

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My Big Day

Silence all around me as i walked into the room,
everyone is suppose to be excited iam the new bride of the groom.
Don't give me that look like you feel bad for me,
wats going on where is my husband to be?
Shaking and trembling with thoughts in my head,
if he called off this wedding he is going to wish he was dead.
Has anyone called him to see wats going on?
it's bad luck for me to see him so i refuse to call his phone.
Calm down please! replied mother before you ruin the make up no your face,
Iam going to get married right now i shouted 
today here in this place.
And just like a dream the telephone ring...
hello !hello!  i heard him say with the sound of static,
tell my wife we will get married today i was stuck in traffic.

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Expressions 3-6-04

                                                  Feelings on paper
                                                 Only to be thrown away
                                                 Feelings in art
                                                 Only to fade
                                                 Feelings expressed
                                                 Only to be shot down
                                                 I’ll no longer to show
                                                 No way to know.

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The Truth Inside

Outside she's beautiful to everyone
always polite, always the brave one
but inside nobody notices she's screaming
for help.
Outside she's lying, inside the girls
bathroom stall she is hiding
clutching the door closed as she starts
Outside she's smiling
all of her friends don't have any clues
that her long sleeved shirts cover up
the cuts and the bruises.
Outside she acts fine
like nothing is wrong
but inside she's dying
everything is wrong.

Outside her face shines
Inside she's fading fast
Outside she acts fine
Inside soon she won't last.
She's just denying
everything to everyone
She's just trying not to
mess up anyone's fun.

She deals with it herself
why bother someone else
this is her problem
nobody needs to know.
So outside she shows her friends
a familiar face, not like her inside
a wasteland of an emotional state
The cuts bleed through her sweater's
her depression acts up more and more
Finally she breaks down, her face gets red
but she just can't take it anymore.
she confesses everything that's going on
and everyone reacts with a shock on there face
something that's been happening to a girl
they knew
all this time, all this pain inside her place.

Outside her face shines
Inside she's fading fast
Outside she acts fine
Inside soon she won't last.
She's just denying
everything to everyone
She's just trying not to
mess up anyone's fun.

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Slightly Askew

Lately it appears
As if something is missing
That spark's not quite there
Have you started dismissing
By becoming increasingly distant

Are you growing immune
At an inopportune moment
Unfortunate events
Are now putting dents
Causing you to lament
All the time that's been spent
Your abandonment issues 
Manifest malcontent
Presenting the case
That resent will torment

It's odd
Your demeanor is this incomplete
Are their things going on
That have led to deceit

There's an unwanted tension
That isn't so sweet
Not to mention the way
You mistreat then repeat
Please don't allow love to become obsolete

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Harvest Fantasy

Harvest Fantasy
The Day is dark
Rainy...and all so whet! 
But with her
Life is illuminating
And warm

As we frolic in the rain
With all the passion and vigor
That our hearts can generate
Our arms wraped around each other
With a tender embrace

The rain has ceased
The sun has risen
All the colors of the rainbow
Are upon us
As we lay in a mountain
Of colorful fall leaves

I look at her I know she is joyful
Because of the smile in her eyes
And the glow upon her face

Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter B. Lebuhn 

Peter LeBuhn 


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Beneath Heaven's Helix

~ Oh tender Heaven's Helix, ~

I wait for you on hilltop high!
The morning bulb has just awoke.
How shall you grace today's blue sky?

				The wind comes rushing fervently
				and marks the air with whistling rings.
				It brings forth waltzing butterflies
				with bright prismatic paper wings.

								They whirl about impulsively,
								not knowing that they've formed a line;
								and skipping in a blind parade,
								they twist about transparent spine.

				~ Oh regal Heaven's Helix, ~

				I wait for you by lakeside low!
				The flaming star has dimmed its light.
				What is it now that you will show?

The sky is filled with citric shades
and paints the pool an orange hue.
The pallid plane invites black wings
to dance along a massless screw.

				The pattern of these tainted doves         
				appears to be a braided bow.
				These ravens twirl with drunken glee,
				reflecting in the glass below.

								~ Oh joyous Heaven's Helix, ~

								I wait for you in pasture pure!
								The candle has been blown away
								to aid your luminescent cure.

				A pacifying zephyr lilts
				and from its breath come playful sprites.
				A gathering of fireflies
				encompass me with ivory lights.

They flicker all throughout the night
and cast on me their midnight-spell.
They wildly spin on magic wings,
just like a moonlit carousel.

				~ Oh sacred Heaven's Helix, ~

				I ask of you to bless this day,
				and carry those who choose to stay...
				beneath your fluttering spiral.

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A childhood lived apart
from the usual existence,
made innocence more intense;
watching raindrops
from unclosed windows...
while welcoming a shivering skylark!

A moon adorned with dreams
gleamed over shadowy hills,
taking me to their forbidden realm;
and as my little arm stretched out
to reach it...the further it seemed
to move deeply into space,
arousing my curiousity
and making me aware of infinity,
of which I measured no distance...
to avoid controversy and doubt!

An entire adulhood being
the jack-of-all-trades, never having
enough time to stop and stare
at a moon adorned with dreams,
whose smile was as alluring as its glare...
with the intention to deceive!

A moon adorned with dreams
arouses my old emotions...
drawing me to its extraordinary charms;
somehow relieving my unspoken grief,
which is as irresolute as of  my belief! 
Its face so dotted and pale
shouldn't be so plausible,
or nevertheless graceful,
but it constantly changes like me...
to find its destined place in eternity!

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Faeries and butterflies 
On an Autumn day 
Sweet lilting song 
The Whispering Trees sigh 

A boy for Autumn 
Leaves of gold and red all around 
A sky, so blue 
A child born... 
A King found 

A blessing from Heartstone 
Across the sea, so blue 
Shadowfire too 

In the Great Hall 
A boy, so perfect 
So true 
A Faeries' blessing for all 

A Spring Queen... 
So serene 
Within her arms, 
she did bring 
An Autumn boy 
A King.. 

Offerings for the new boy... 
A flower from the Spring Queen 
A golden feather from the King of Air 
Water from the Stream of Sighs 
A leaf from the Whispering Trees 
Faerie Dust 
A book from the Kings' Library 

Faeries and butterflies 
On a crisp Autumn day 
The Heartstone glowed, 
for beauty showed 

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over a coarse of time

Seems I’ve reminisced 
The feel
Of a home cooked meal
Ducking the pleasures 
Of a sainted veil 
A clause in the end
From which finer things appeal
Black jack matches not
To a fisher mans luck
On an antique reel
But on the real
The expectations in this life
Remain a comfort 
That refuses to chill
Let your thoughts rest 
On an old lads chest 
Considering the circumstances
If we make it 
We can all attest 
And adore this political mess 
If not then as victims of stress 
Unblessed in this planet 
Of slanted chess
We’ll confess

Another night
Another days passes 
Do you find it lovely 
How nothing ever last
But many men have cured
Their fascination 
Of becoming non minute men
Flawed by incarceration
Deep within the dungeons 
Of a  softer conscience
In irregular form
A veteran lies victim
Of defeated white blood cells
A child with no home 
And swollen tonsils 
The dark settles 
Flashbacks meddle 
Trouble around the corner 
As a lunch line unveils 
Never was a fighter 
Just a swinger 
As I found myself catapulted against 
The cafeteria wall
The integrity 
My sucker punch instilled 
Broken glass jaws 
Over a 4th grade meal
Or mainly just an individual 
Twice the size of me 
With an inability to feel
I sat still 
As the principal sought 
A stern punishment
Not as astonished with 
The other kids compliments
For my stomach ache
From a lack of warm condiments 

Moral of the story  is 
I was fighting then
I’m still fighting now
Obstacles tend to ware me down
The inexperience of my peers 
Seem to no longer enlighten me now
Have to find new ways to learn
Or disappear into the unclear
Fatigued as a writer
Tend to want to touch on subjects 
Closer to lighter
Symptoms of a September baby
A Virgo born of a harlot 
With nine children unknown 
A none buffalo soldier
A phantom on a Harley
The ghost of Robert Marley
An astronaut in my younger years
Screaming for Apollo thirteen
As the thunder neared 
Off my coarse of inspiration 
I veered 

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You are my jazz oasis
With clear blue skies
Fading emotions and our babies cry
Silently keeping me awake no matter what night
My new mystery and my biggest fight
Trumpet play the loudest blown horn
Beautiful and busy since the day you were born
Wilted and withered worried we are
Figuring mistake made but how far
Will this go and when will it end
Your my jazz oasis 
My little man is torn in his bright eyed mind
So physically strong unlike any kind
Love him sing to him you always do
All the dreams not put on hold
Waiting to see if society's normalcy unfolds
How do we know this is our gift
Make no changes of mind struggles don't shift
What has been given to you quietly
Gentle touches caress him
Only you know his melody
He is my jazz oasis.

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Untitled #271 / George and Anne Ziegler

George and Anne Ziegler lie side by side, together forever,
on their tombstone their last words repeated forever
“My heart is and always will be yours”
and at this I weep.

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Words Unbreakable 1-29-99

                                                   Words unspeakable
                                                   Air unbreakable
                                                   Actions unthinkable
                                                   Thoughts unsinkable

                                                   Words unspeakable
                                                   Desires unwoven
                                                   Love unwoven
                                                   Touch untaken

                                                   Emotions unrecognized
                                                   Talent scrutinized
                                                   Self brutalized
                                                   Others patronized

                                                   Skin tortured
                                                   Mind captured
                                                   Moment raptured
                                                   Rebirth endured

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Dark Chocolate On White Chocolate

Dark Chocolate On White Chocolate
Dark Chocolate On White Chocolate
Dark chocolate Her brazilian body
My White Chocolate soul
As the stimulation
Soft supple hands 
Exploring my every inch
For my secluded secret prize package
Plump 'tween your thighs
The heat of my temple 
Than a Hershey's kiss
The taste of her lips
As she softly kisses me 
Giving me pleasure beyond measure
Beyond This world
Entering another
The phantasy
Like a drug
I'm Addicted 
To her dark brazilian chocolate
Her sweet parfume
Rich and strong 
Taking me to ecstasy
All night long
Her love is my song

Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter LeBuhn 

Peter LeBuhn 


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In the Groove of the Night

 In The Groove of The Night
In the Groove of the Night
Free of Fright
The Moon Shines Bright
Like a Spy 

The tide Roars In
The exploration about to begin
I watch as this is Happenin'

In the Groove of the Night
The Portal of Passion found
Not Paying Attention to a sound

You Lost in Me
I in You

In The Groove of The Night
Our Passion Has Taken Flight

Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter B. Lebuhn  

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Carved and polished by the sea 
Sparkling too 
Jewels of every hue, 
lay on the beach for me 

Blues and greens 
Sunset reds 
Golden yellows 
Amethysts too 

Such lustrous light, 
glowed on the beach 
Filled the night 
Such colours, loving bright 

For each jewel... 
Is a facet of you 
I picked a blue, 
golden yellow , for joy 
Amethyst for love, 
sunset red for passion too 

Jewels of every hue 
Jewels for me 
Jewels for you, 
sparkling too 

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' Legendary ... ' ( Part 3 (of) 4 )

‘ Legendary …’  ( Part  3 (of) 4 ) 

… Now, The Earl, had Spies, to keep Intruding Eyes On The Tryst of Secrecy
Beth’s Tresses, like Raven Wings and Eyes Emerald-Green, Became His Fantasies
Yea, He erstwhile Plotted, for He wast’ Besotted with the Cobbler’s Daughter’s Beauty
All to no Avail … for Beth Knew Well,  Twere’ None, More Wretched, than He !

So, She didst’ Spurn his Declaration and Protestations of Undying Fidelity
She didst’ Return, His Portrait and String of Pearls and His Poems, Peremptorily
Forasmuch, and twas’ this and such, She Rebuffed all His Pleasantries
In Favor of Her Knight, she Reserved This Right, which Enraged, Their Enemy
 - - - - - - -
Now, Twas’ but an Instant, of Insistent Cajoling, that Beth Pleaded Prettily
To Part with Her Swain, til’ Their Hearts Came, to be Joined For Perpetuity
To Compose Herself, for Their Nuptial-Heft, She twould  Prepare Hastily
And Rendezvous for His View, stating … ‘ I  twould’ Look, My Best for Thee!’

And as She left His side, She was Singing Most Merrily …

‘ …  Carry Me in Thine Arms, to Our Beloved Balcony
To a Bed of Blushing-Rose-Petals and Wild-Tossed-Peonies
A Bed Lover’s Designed … Draped in Damask and Brocade -Satiny
And let Moon-Glow, from Yon’ Window, Bathe Us Both Bodily … ‘

… and The Handsomely Styled, Smitten Knight Smiled, as He Heard Her Warm Gaiety …

… Sweet Wine On My Lips … Drip In Ecstasy
Sweet Touch On My Hips … Smooth as Warm Honey
Sweet Love of My Soul … Last An Eternity
Sweetheart, Be Thy Bold in Bravery …
… and if Sweet Talk, Be A Token
And Language Be Spoken …
Be Legendary … Be Thou Legendary !

                                  ( Part 3 (of) 4 )

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Dylan Thomas

I know you will miss me life 
“As I go so gently into this night”

In our final hours 
We lay as possums 
Not but never
Will the limbs of this flower blossom
You held life so kindly 
I only ask was it trust
And if so 
Shall we continue to reach for the shadow behind us

I know you will miss me life 
“As I go so gently into this night”

I now bleed 
For I believe
My surroundings breathe 
Upon thy curse of me
From the belly of pompous we will continue to grow
And as for our spectators 
On to hell, with what they know
This is the curse of comfort
Shall we be lain in the final blown trumpet 
I know you will miss me life
“As I go so gently into this night”

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We read of beauty and love
Of Kings 
Of Queens
What of the trees?
Where magic and colour became
Many shades of green

Long ago
In a far off time
When trees could move
When trees could whisper

The king of earth did ask
The Whispering Trees
A certain task
To hide a Castle
Tress to grow mighty and tall
Hide the Heartstone
That resides in the Great Hall

Living through centuries
Tell of many things
Of legends
Of Queens and Kings
Faeries' magic
Love too

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Our Meeting By...

Meeting by Happenstance
Our eyes 
pulled together
It is as if we know each other
Drawing near to a kiss
Entering a world of never ending
The Fantasy Has begun
Our songs of passion will be 
We are writng our own story into
Each moment...each second
It is precious
Our Hearts warm as the Sun
Cool as the Waters
What has Begun
Never to End! ! ! 
Never to End! ! ! 

Peter B LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter B. Lebuhn  

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Gentle kisses Butterfly Light

Gentle kisses Butterfly Light
      Gentle kisses Butterfly Light....
Gentle kisses 
Butterfly light, 
Not all I desire, 
This dark, stormy night.

Let Go...Let Go
Let your passions take over
Let Go...Let Go 
Throwing myself at you...Yourself at Me
With a growl like a huntress from the Junglel! 

Feeling me as I enter, 
Carnal lust, 
Sensual pleasure 
Crying out with 
Every forceful thrust! 

'I love you'
'I want you'
'I must have you'

Feeling my lightning Rod, 
Hearing the thunder deep inside, 
The floodgates of passion open, 
Nothing to hide! 

Thoughts of only you cross thy mind 
This electric stormy night, 
Succumbing to your Butterfly kisses, 
Your touch by.. Butterfly light! 

Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter LeBuhn 

Peter LeBuhn 

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Soft golden hair, 
the wind, so fine 
The sun does always shine, 
on a Prince, so fine 

Soft blow , 
through cupped hands 
The warm wind, 
spreads it's light 
through the lands 

The Prince of the South Wind............ 
The crown ,like the sun 
Gold and bright, 
lives in South land light 

Warm and light so, 
The Faeries did follow......... 
Bathed the Prince, 
in golden glow 

He walked on through , 
the walled garden too 
Passed the sundial, 
to the Great Hall 
To see the Tapestries........ 
To sit a while............. 

The sun shone 
on the Great Hall 
Golden light did fall 
on the Princes's hair 
The wind ,so fair 

The Faerie tapestry 
especially welcoming 
Tiny glowing lights found 
On the Princes's crown 

The Prince had great love inside 
for, within the castle wall 
What he loved most of all 
The Flower Princess 
Whom he wanted as his bride 

For the wind, 
warm and light 
Flowers on a breeze 
Such colour,so bright 
The scent, 
a delight 

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A curious thing... 
A whim... 
An action... 
A fascination... 

The Princess of Magic, 
every year, took 
A Faerie who had the curiosity 
To look... 
Past a whim... 
Through a book 

The science and mystery, 
of Heartstone magic 
A flower 
The sky 
A tree 
All of these things, 
are important you see 

For this is the nature of magic 
Of course... 
The magic of nature... 
A beautiful force 

So much to learn 
Moons and suns 
Secret doors 
Winding stairs 
Whispering Trees 

A curious thing... 
A whim... 

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Promises Whispered Unspoken

She blew a sigh of Summer wind
A breeze to taste the air
A cooling mist a feeling missed
A gentle hint of rain
Sunlight filtered through the leaves
To settle on her face
There was no way
This lady fey
Was of the human race
I shivered in the Summer heat
Pine needles sticking in my feet
Sweat wet tee shirt
Sudden chill
She moved in close to take her fill
Whispered wood songs almost heard
Sweet chatter rings of myriad birds
Then stroked my palm
And disappeared

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As cars go... 
This was a good one 
Gleaming black 
A perfect car... 
for Cadillac Jack 

What's in a name? 
People have names for cars 
Pet names 
It's all in that peculiar car game 

Cadillac Jack was no different, 
but more of that later 
Dogs look like their owners 
Cars are the same 
It's all in the car game 

Cadillac Jack, 
was fat and chunky too, 
although he would never admit it 
The car did the walking 
Jack did all the talking 

Cadillac Jack, 
a cruising man you see... 
Fat and single, 
gleaming black, 
just like the car 

Cadillac Jack, 
works occasionally 
Never hard for the car he drives, 
takes all his time, 
for it is time he does lack 

Jack is hitting sixty 
and that is not on the speedo 
The car, is all he has, 
for he has no libido 

The car is his woman 
Gleaming black 
Soft and quiet 
It's cool in the back 

Rubbing down every sunday, 
waxed and polished, 
under a fierce sun 
Cadillac Jack is number one 
The car... 
Second to none 

This is Cadillac Jack, 
hitting sixty 
the secret is in the game 
the car... 
a wife in all but name 

Oh yes! 
The name... 
Jack told me once, 
so softly he muttered 
My dear... 
Her name, he uttered 
Myrtle Murgatroyd 

I nearly burst out laughing I fear 
Cadillac Jack, 
with such sangfroid 
Let it go, 
for he did know, 
the name of my car 
which I will not mention here! 

Jack died a while back, 
yet I see his car 
cruising still, like on a quest.. 
I look for a driver, 
haven't seen one yet 
Mrytle Murgatroyd, 
dressed in her sunday best 
All in black 

Like a true widow, 
she conducts her self with dignity 
She never hits sixty, 
you know... 

Myrtle is by a quirk of fate, 
a hearse you know 
Explains why she never went over sixty 
Just like Jack, 
she can wait 
for Jack is now in the back! 

that car is still cruising around, 
looking for a driver that can't be found 
Myrtle Murgtroyd... 
and Cadillac Jack 

They'll be back... 

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The Monk

White space. Where am I now?
No place. I'm awake somehow?
Know sounds, in the air around.
So I'll walk... On know ground.

"... 155..."
~Am I alive? I hear later on.
"... I gave you a song..."
~So, I walked. My middle is Long.
~Did I speak to you Snake?

White space. Where am I now?
No place. I'm awake somehow?
Know sounds, in the air around.
So I walked. Onto know ground.

Hey. You. Olld man there...
Where'd you come from?
"...speak your question, little one."
Do I dare? Was I here...?

He was content to take his Time.
I stood there, silencing my mind.

Then.Motion. Out of no motion,
His hand came round, from around,
left side, and through his dark eyes,
White.Paper flies....

And stunned was I, step back to dye.
No, lept! I cried! His eyes! I wept!
Steadfast. Straight past, fixed,
to the sun was I, in the midnight
glide while the stars fell by...
And in the light... his white,
Paper.Butterflies from the skies.

Then silence.
I turn again.
So still til then. This old man.
He changed my Time.
He played the knic nac,
with the pretty kitty cat,
he played the switch.back,
with my mind...
"... I'm the Monk..." he said,
" and you're the bow tie, This Time.Love"

To assume, the Lady would have given her ear to a snake again....
was too, simply assumed. ~We need two ears to fly with.Dragon~Sang.The Lion.
We learn first, the right time.
We painted it fuzzy, to reMind...

"And we ;pLay, all day Long..."

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Tomorrow is gone 
I lived yesterday 
and forgot about today 

I saw sunsets, 
never sunrises 
Rising moons 
silvery nights 

I saw so many things yesterday 
Colours too 
Must it always be this way 
What I always do 

Tomorrow is gone 
Lost in the day lived yesterday 
Lost sunrises 
Lost colours 
All disappeared away 

Today, I cannot remember at all 
Moon changing 
Silvery nights 
Moons fall 

Tomorrow is gone 
I lived yesterday, 
and forgot about today 
Rising moons 
Quirky ways

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Questions of My Heart

I look toward the heavens searching
Hoping for answers
Seeing only the stars shinning above
I too begin to doubt
Is there a God
My heart becomes wrenched and torn
Hearing nothing in return
Faith he said is all I need
A seed  without soil
Watered alone
Questions are all I have
Questions of my heart
Answers to some  have I given
For I see an infant born
The life abundant about me too
Is that God you ask
Look and see
Does it look up toward the heavens
Attempting to reach the glory of the sky
Do the stars then look down
No, so they then remind us too
Look up, look up they cry
Look up in hope  
Answers you will find

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Our Hearts Uncharted

 Our Hearts Uncharted
You smile to Me From afar
Your name It is unknown
My heart warms to roaring flame.
The drum beats become louder by the 

Still, you do not speak
Yet you are inviting me into
your world.
A WORLD of the Unknown
Many Pages will be written
On blank sheets from our hearts.

The course of this story is
uncharted. No one else has
read our book. Not even us.
I will find out who you are
and as for the pages. The first 
Entry will be You.

Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2005 Peter B. Lebuhn 

Peter LeBuhn 

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Amazing You

Confusion has started to clutter my mind.
 I can't seem to understand somethings sometimes.

I used to believe that dreams come true.
But I found out that that was a lie, because I don't have you.

I used to go to sleep at night wondering where you are, who your with, and what 
your up to.
I guess those where the days and those where the things I used to do.

I miss you more and more each and everyday. 
There is so much on my mind and so much I have to say.

I wish we were together, that is my heart's desire, because the pain I feel is 
burning my heart like fire.

Please come back to me so my heart can finally heal, beacuse the love I have for 
you is now and will always be real.

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This mystical you 
knows my every thought 
This slender silver thread 
that connects me to you 
These feelings read 
These feelings caught 

This mystical you 
What you do......... 
to my soul 
Opening up the power 
like a budding flower 

Instinctively knowing 
The mystical you, 
keeps it all flowing, 
in to my deepest place, 
unlocking the heart case, 
filling it too 

Slender silver thread 
winds its way through, 
the mystical you, 
from heart to head 
Flowing too 

What you do, 
petals unfold, 
colours they hold 
This mystical you 
These thoughts foretold 

My deepest place, 
my opened heart case 
Delicate silver thread 
My thoughts read, 
by mystical you 

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The exploded moment... 
Colour, scattered 
Illuminated the blue 
You were here too, 
then you were, there 

On the other side, 
the pieces flew by 
Shards of love, 
coloured the sky 

A trail of stars in its' wake, 
for me to follow 
Silvery too 
I will find you 
No matter how long, 
it will take 

Colour poured through, 
changed the sky above 
Different too 
Shards of love 
Shards of blue 

You were near... 
I felt it... 
The exploded moment, 
a single tear 

A path of sunstars, 
led me to you 
Full of colour 
You felt it too 

Distance ,is nothing at all 
I have you here 
In a blink of a thought, 
the coloured sky 
I saw you fall 

You left a trail of stars, 
for me to follow 
The thoughts, read 
Words unsaid 
The pieces flew by 
In a coloured sky 

The exploded moment 
colour , scattered 
Illuminated you 
I was here too, 
in a coloured sky 

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As the gun shots rang out I would lay still on the floor,
   trying to hear were there were coming from,
     down the street or at my front door,
         then silence listening as my fears numbed.

Standing in the night-filled street surrounded by crying loved ones,
  why oh why did he have to die,
     this was my life surrounded by gangs and guns,
        seeing myself dead on the pavement while others cry.

Off to the cemetery were they lay me to rest,
  looking from a distance I see the look on there faces,
    no longer held in moms arms close to her breast,
       but in a casket never filling her loving embraces.

Now looking up from six feet under seeing the ski one last time,
  hearing in the distance her last cry,
     mom this was never my life the walk I took was a fine line,
        to die a gang member I cry why mom why,

I awake next to my wife some years later,
   I`d never die in the streets like a dog, I swore it would n`t be me,
      to run in a gang was not my plans they were much greater,
         so why did I awake having this nightmare... I found a way out can`t you see    

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song bird

Raven all around, beautiful, for God must have love you, once again,
saw beauty, love isn't in the eyes of beholder,  but in the heart, 
Red bird with one white wing, God must have seen your beauty.
awesome would like to many of you, Heart of gold but slow in
mind you see with your heart not your eyes or mind how profound
you are different with the Raven so many but know one see its
true beauty, wishes at the wishing well, a raven drop a penny
in for you, a angel send a penny from apon just to kiss your sweet lips the 
golden heart of a different kind of love. bye and bye how they love only
to say good bye from above like the dove pure in heart and mind from
the most high on a throne of love.

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The whispering trees
Remembered the time
Of the coming of the wraiths
Before the ice king
The related
How trees died
Trees mutilated

Poison filled the air
Fear and dread
For a wraith could turn
Every living thing
Black, twisted and dead

The whispering trees
Remember the time
When tall trees
Trying to protect a castle
From the stinking hell

With the wraiths
Came fire
Trees, burst in to flame
Branches, burning
Fires, rising higher

Stripped bare
A castle in sight
So little time to prepare

The burning
Of the trees
For the wraiths
The battle turning

So many trees fell
The despair
For trees
Braches dying
Could not stop
This hell

Shrieks of pain
As trees split asunder
Shattered trees
Shouts and groans
Trees, desperate for rain
Pulled under

The whispering trees
Passed the legend on
Of a heartstone
Of a battle , won

Fresh trees grew
Grievous wounds healed 
For magic made them stronger too

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If a bird shall fall... 
Where will it go? 
It cannot call... 
It cannot glow 

If a bird shall fall... 
in a clear sky 
I will hold it to my breast 
Breathe into its' soul 
and let it go 
Let it fly......... 
To find its' nest 

If a bird shall fall.... 
in the acres of your mind 
Hold it tight 
and you will find.... 
With a soft gentle blow 
It will fly into the light 
Your hands.... 
Traced with golden glow 

If a bird shall fall... 
Bring it to me 
For, a soft gentle blow 
and I will set it free 

If a bird shall fall... 
on to the ground 
Hear the sound.... 
A gentle blow... 
Bird all aglow 
Beating heart........ 
Beating wings........ 
Little bird sings........ 

If a bird shall fall... 
Pick it up in no time at all 
Blow on a heart so still... 
The wings glow 
and with a soft kiss 
Let it go 

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Exploring a Mystery!

 Exploring a Mystery!
Your smile
Brings the warmth of the sun to my heart
When we are apart
It is you I think of in blissful memory 
for the rest of my days.

Your hair unfurled 
In golden locks of glorious disarray
As the sun shines upon you.

Your eyes inviting
As we frolic near the water stream
Nearer you come to me
Your beauty Blinding
Blinding you may be I cannot help but be
Hypnotized by your captivating beauty
I must have you...My heart pounds like a 
drum. Happines has entered my life.

Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter B. Lebuhn 

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Crackle of frost underfoot 
This snow covered wood 
Where I met you........... 
for the first time 

Clouds of breathy air, 
your cloak of deep blue, 
you made me stop and stare 

For, among the holly, 
we  both were looking for the same thing 
This cold pale sky, 
with no hint of spring 

Your first look, 
took my breath away 
Your shy smile, 
melted me 
The sun shone......... 
On that day....... 

Woods of evergreen, 
dusted with snow 
This walk.......... 
with you 
Inner glow 

This walk..........., 
with you, 
through snow 
My heart, 
wanting you so 

Your hand, 
warmed by mine 
Your shy glance 
How those blue eyes... 
did dance! 

This love did flow, 
on this walk, 
on fresh fallen snow 
So white and clear, 
surrounded by trees of green 

Woods of evergreen, 
fresh fallen snow 
Where our love can be seen 
side by side, 
long ago 

Where I first met you, 
on that winters day, 
among the holly and snow 
You had far to go, 
now together 
Our way 
seems so short so 

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Disappearing Act

This is a story about a boy so bold
A story around campfires; a hero I suppose
When people talk about him, some say he knows
The truth of his story still yet to be told

A strong young lad without a fear in his head
Some loved him to pieces others wanted him dead
A true dreamer someone might have once said
A noble character who hurt his friends

An unhappy child with an unhappy mother
Everyone says it, even his brother
So many talents not quite like any other
Lost in a world of hate looking for a lover

A star was born one November's eve
Destined for fame that he could not see
Jealousy is contagious between you and me,
they knew where he was headed; he had tricks up his sleeve

And this strong young man was without a clue,
He couldn't say a word; there was nothing he could do
No-where to run, it's either me or it's you,
His chances off conquering were really quite few

And in his head confused with such turmoil
Such twisted plans began to boil
If it were true, he was to be put in the soil
He had a plan that no one could foil

Some say he was paranoid, but he possessed a gift
One final test; he passed if he lived.
They said they would find him for they were quite miffed,
I'm on his side for no one has seen him since

That's just what happens when you're the talk of the town.
Some smile to your face, inside wanting to frown,
It's not his fault he fell into the wrong crowd....
If I ever see him again, I'm gonna help him out!

If only he would have said something, to you or me
He could have changed my mind and made me believe
I hope he's okay; a sigh of relief...
With all those tricks, just remember he's got two sleeves!

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Ballard Of Maggie Rose


           Now,Maggie ran a boarding
               house,or so the story goes;
           And all those that knew her,
                called her Maggie Rose;
            Some say she was a widow,
                 others a woman who;
             Gave away her favors to,
                   whom ever caught her
                    roving eye;
              But the truth of the matter,
                     a secret  life she led;
               And if the house,where
                      cattlemen and drummers;
                Slept in cozy comfy beds,
                        could speak of;
                 Secret passage ways,
                        and doors that kept;
                  This secret of a woman,
                        who  loved  with all
                         her heart;
                  But none would ever
                         know,it died along
                          with Maggie Rose.

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Touch the surface, 
and slide through, 
this new  world 
needs exploring too 

New people to meet, 
new things to see 
What will I find? 
things of a similar kind? 

For these people have been here  before, 
done things good and bad. 
Made some people sad, 
some happy, 
for these people have been here before 

Repeated lives relearning, 
past loves,past actions yearning 

White light hurts my eyes, 
white,bright water reflection. 
Shed my skin and past ties. 
Is this  my resurrection? 

For this world is not the same, 
as our own. 
Money,sex and fame 

Touch the surface and slide through, 
join me in this adventure too 

You can enter this world, 
at any time. 
Through action and inaction, 
through accident or design 

The people that you meet 
have no substance to their being. 
You can see right through them, 
you, the all seeing 

I would travel to this place, 
book my ticket on the plane 
but not in my lifetime, 
just in case, 
my life is not on the wane 

For to touch the surface 
and slide through, 
the people you meet 
one touch will confirm 
that they have no substance 

You look as white as a ghost here. 
Dont worry there is nothing to fear, 
for now we are all the same . 
Money sex and fame, 
don't apply here 

For you now ,have no substance 
in this world 
or the last world, 
in this instance 

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The solitude of the forest
A green glade
Leafy shade

A forest can feel..
A forest can hear..
A whisper..
A footfall..
Feel you are near..

The whispering trees..
Can feel
In the solitude
A fresh breeze
A soft leaf on your cheek
You can sense it too

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Castles; those lofty symbols
of a romantic, long gone past
For centuries enduring...
Seemingly ever they will last

Ghosts of kings and knights
Perhaps walk their halls on nights
When tourists are gone
and safely in their bed
Tales of sorcerors and dragons
Their dreams are being fed

Seiges, famines, wars, and slow decay
Have long taken their dear toll
My greedy eyes do wander
The past before my mind
The taste of things of then
My dreams would love to find

Awestruck, and feeling so, so small
Standing before their thick stone walls
and mighty towers tall

Perhaps in some forgotten incarnation
I once walked right here
Maybe brave and armed, or maybe scared
Froxen to this spot in cold and clammy fear

Imagination, I don't know...
It really matters not
Brazen brave or just plain fearful
I was then what I now am not alot....
Time, as transitory reality
A phantom not to trust
The person i might have been then
Has long since turned to dust.

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Battlecreek Joust

When Kelloggs' jousts
with Post,
It's easy to find the host,
Just look for that Ruby Red Smile,
From her lawnchair seat, 
for quite a while,
Poppin' pocorn in,
With a fox's sly winning grin,

She dodges the poor fool's splash,
And is set to collect her winner's cash,
She'd bet on that poor fool,
Drowning in that puddle-pool....

One thing the fool noticed
with his last breath,
And his untimely death,
She'd pulled a clever one off,
To mislead others of his ilk,
She's now using GatorAid
instead of milk!!!!

For my Jewel of a friend, Ruby.

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Nobody has to know
whatever happened between us                         
that made us glow;
let this remain something of a secret,
this man knows where it lies...
hidden from others, not from us!
And you woman, keep it inside
as long as you's as deep as pride!

Erase my number from your cell phone,
not let him see it...
don't make him suspect
that I even exist in reality:
make it look like a shadow passing...
leaving no traces along;
when I take what's not mine...I feel so guilty,
but it won't stop me from taking!   

Let this remain something of a secret,
let's it confide it to a moon that's so scarlet;
a silent moon who hears the lovers' whispers...
and turns them into real, sweet whishes!

Let's die for a moment's bliss,
deny our reality and hysterically laugh;
this is not cheating on somebody
who didn't finish what he started off...  
we're free and need not to worry,
and if there's a price to pay:  we will! 

We're not kids who are kept from indulgence,
we are responsible for our own tendencies...
challenging those who oppose us with rage,
changing what others can barely change...
to let this remain something of a secret!

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Coursing Passion

Coursing Passion
You take me
Thy body yours
to take
Through Our Veins
Encapsulated by your scent
you were Heaven Sent
A Prisoner of Love
Given to me by the Stars Above
The Fateful Words Uttered
I Love You
The same come in return
Thy heart has begun to burn
Thy heart has begun to yearn

Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter B. Lebuhn

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Brought Alive

Brought Alive
Brought Alive by your beauty
To love you...My Duty
It is Just You and I
Your love you Supply

The walk down Chestnut Street
Makes me Feel Complete
Through the Campus our walk
As it goes from block to block

Hand in hand
Arm in Arm
In the Moment With You
You with me

These are the things memories are made of
These are the things memories are made of

Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter B. Lebuhn 

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Beautiful trees
Given to a castle
Magicked by Faeries
Doors and eaves
Alive with thoughts
Of Whispering Trees

A Heartstone tree
So special
To give its' self
In so many ways
For you to see

In forests, so magical
Beautiful trees
Scented bark
Golden leaves
Live in your heart so

A walk amongst the trees
Leaves rustle
Trees, whisper
Small creatures, bustle

To walk hand in hand
With you
Amongst the trees
I feel so much love too

There is no season
For all have their special beauty
Winter, crowned a tree in snow
Spring, the softest budding green
Summer, clothed in full leaf
Autumn, in its' dying splendour

All the changes 
You could see
You saw it all
With me

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Trailing souls in its' wake 
Strange luminescence, 
more souls to take 

The flapping of torn sails 
Masts, bleached grey 
Ghostly trails, 
lighting the way 

Fourteen score years, 
circumnavigated seas 
Looking for me... 
Sea smoke... 
Sea mist... 
Tattered sails 
Mournful wails 

In the halflight, 
Masts appear through the sea mist 
A haunting 
For the night 

Vanishing into the gloom 
Looking for a soul 
Strange luminescence 
Deathly grip 
Deathly cold 

Calling me 
Strange glow, 
from the decks below 

Blackened sides, 
burnt too 
You cannot escape 
Looking for me... 
Looking for you... 

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Troubled I am
Thoughts no longer belong to me 
No longer mine 
A figure forever in-depth
Some what left behind
Forbidden desires
Truth being spoken 
From a mad mans mind
Spectators say what you will 
Think of gone 
Or at least until
I’ll be who I am 
No definition of family 
Yet I will always respond
Yes maim, thank  you, and please 
I will always take a coward from his knees
I will always look to your hands 
For royalties to be seized
I know not what is good 
I go about things wrong
My following being secular guidance 
Time and time again 
It’s the same refuted song
For these reasons 
I will never see a better home 

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Yes, Little Shar, There Is a Santanic Claws!

You bet he's real,
He oft scratches at my door...
Not like Christy's cheesey racoons...
Guess she don't rate the grand tour...
I told him to go stalk Christy...
While she's listening to
Shiveree's "Goodnight Moon"..
(I'd recommend to everyone, on You Tube-
phenomenal tune and video!!! Just ask Christy...)
Some people may say no,
There really is no "Santanic Claws"-
To which I'd say "That's rubbish"!
And give them reason to then pause...
I wish it was a dream....
And I was z'in' logs...
But trust me, there's a cause...
Don't know what is it,
But beware just the same...
Maybe one night...
He'll call out your name...
Believe me,
That would be a shame...
And yes, Shar, 
I live in the forest
Of Hansel and Gretel Cold Cuts,
With witches flyin' about,
Nowadays they use vacs...
Seems brooms are now obsolete,
And they found they were fended
off from their witch attacks...
And now their's a rumor go'in round,
They got that young "Potter" clown...
Knocked him clear off his darn broom,
And he hit the ground....
True, many noises, I do hear,
But let me just say,
It's the people upstairs who
scare me the most...
Even till this late day...
See I live in a trailer...
And no "upstairs" there should be...
I just wonder what it is up there....
That is surely stalking me....
And yes, Heide...
The remote is still gone...
Betcha those witches were involved..
They think me they can con...
Speaking of can con...
Thing I'll visit CanCun,
I better head out real soon...
Surely before the 
Next full moon..
Egads, I just thought...
Halloween is upon us...
And I wish I had bought...
Some garlic clusters,
Or whatever you use..
For protection from witches
'Cause I don't wanna
fall prey...
To those Sons of a B_tches..

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Cry a Little

Maybe if I run,
Never to return. . . 
You'll cry a 

Maybe if I slide
The blade across
My wrist and bleed to
You'll cry a 

Maybe if I die 
From that crystal meth,
You'll cry a 

Maybe if my world died down
Forever, and gone
For good,
You might just miss me. . .
And maybe You'll cry a

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On a day like any other
Two keys were found
One delicate and fine
The other, heavy and of an old design
The Castle had no locks on its doors
They were protected by Faerie magick
The keys were very old
No one knew what they were used for
Was this set an earlier time?
When such things protected treasures,                                                                      
from covetous eyes?
When such things were locked up pleasures?
A key, delicate and fine
Perhaps for a Queen
A key of iron
Made for a King?
To hide something?
To find a door?
In which to place a key
To find a lock
Perhaps this is what it is for?
The keys were special too
An intricate design
It took the Princess of Magic sometime
To discover the clue
When is a key not a key?
When the keys are made fit together
Two keys become one
A map of the heart could be seen
In the Great Hall
Was a small hollow
High on the South Wall
The keys entwined
Was this the place to find
The keys fitted perfectly
One key cannot exist 
Without the other
Such is nature
The trees
The gentle rain
Once in the Great Hall
The true purpose of the keys
Was revealed to all
A gold key
Delicate and fine...
Is love...
Is sunshine...
An iron key,
Heavy in the heart
Heavy to bear
The pieces, fitted perfectly

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The Prince of the North
Carried the gem
Through Whispering Trees
To the castle
Passing through Knights and men
From his hand...
A Shadowfires' wondrous light
For love will always win
In the battle between day and night
Across the walled garden
Flowers began to glow...
The Prince of the North
Strode forth...
To the Great Hall
The Shadowfire...
Gave off beams of lilac and blue light
The love inside
Conquered the wraiths bitter night
The Great Hall door
Silently swung open
Faeries danced
The colour bright
The Heartstone,shone
the Dreamstone,gleamed
The battle, won
Under a Heartstone moon
The Aurora Borealis flickered
Faerie light shone
Golden bright
No light could compare
To a Shadowfire
A castle...
Bathed in beautiful light
The passing of the Ice King...
On a wraiths' bitter night
Lilac and blue
Filled your heart
Love too
These things cannot be taken
Only given
If you let your heart awaken
A Shadowfire...
That lies in your heart
The colour known only to you
Will love you too

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A Vocie In The Dark

New place of spoken true word
Space open nural verb
Where a dark amusing sencent is shown
The air filled with the mans sentence
his room square  intention
A man see out of pure love 
With midest scent of a women
A wonder about slipping past the distant memory
a look back on an old love flame
walking torards the foolish emotion
escaping the fact that none have found true

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Unrealized fantasies,
don't scatter my imagination
amid the swirls of a hurricane...
like the soft petals of daises!
I dream...because it makes life
more thrilling and interesting,
and I can distinguish
a dream from reality;
nothing has ever been
achieved without dreaming!

Fantasies,sweet fantasies... 
what kind of beautiful dreams
you'll bring to this heart in need:
desidering unattainable things           
so steeped in realism,
not fearing reproach or criticism?

Unrealized  fantasies
of a soul invaded by illumination,
bearing an image of revelation;
to resemble something 
out of the extraordinary...
thoughts emamored
by the mysteries that would shatter like crystals: 
If  I unlocked the proper word,
and took them out of their depths...
 to sparkle them with simplicity!

Fantasies,sweet fantasies...
don't diminish the struggle,
but leave it for the defining moment...
when fear won't pinch in revenge
and my ideals triumph in the open:
without the threat that made them cringe;
fantasies,sweet fantasies...
have I deserted you for an instant?

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Black shadows passed through trees
Passed through stone walls
Crept up galleries and halls
A gem to take
A gem to seize
The Shadowfire
For, the gem does possess,
strength and conscience
These are the things the Ice King desires
A stolen heart
held in the cold hand of the Ice King
Will make him strong again
To kill and maim
Revenge for all that were slain
A heart must be given freely
You cannot steal these things
For then....
They have no love
No meanings
The Wraiths gathered up the Shadowfire
In the depths of winter
In the bitterest cold
A gem to restore strength
To make them bold
Slipping through the lock and hasp
The Shadowfire carried away
To the Ice king
Whose cold bony hands waited,
for the time that the gem...
Would be in his grasp
Screeching and wailing triumphantly
The Shadowfire was placed in the Kings' hand 
Now he had the strength to take
and conquer all in this land
A battle to commence
Destroy all
Through a stolen heart
Taken from the Great Hall

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Lost In Time Part One

I entered the forest
unsure of how i got there
one step within,
I found it useless to try to escape-
to find my way out
I had little memory
only leaves, tree trunks,
the earth perpetually shaded
from the light of God

there were voices
animal noises-
I could not determine
from which direction they came
the buzz of insects
a mildly threatening cacophany

underfoot were leaves, small branches,
other indecypherable forms
of small death
I was alone
I was lost
and I knew not how I'd gotten here

Didn't I once walk the bright streets
of a mighty city?
Hadn't I once traveled on paved roads,
companioned by other travelers?
was there once a destination for me?
how had I become lost in this dark, dank,
forest of fear?
oceans, beaches, tall buildings,
blue skies, friendly smiles-
were these demented dreams?
which is real?
which is sanity?
why can't I distinguish them any more?

(continued on part 2)

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Scattered moonbeams, 
dance in the meadow 
Faerie dreams 
Wings glow 

By the light of the moon.... 
On a meadow 
Hoot of owl, 
cry of loon 
Faeries bestow 

Soft wind on the air........ 
By the light of the moon 
The faeries will be here soon..... 
On the meadow, so fair 

Scattered moonbeams...... 
Dancing on the meadow 
The faeries know 
Faeries dreams 

By the light of the moon, 
upon this fair night 
Soft silver glow 
Faerie light....... 
Makes it so 

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The wind fell away
Clouds broke
By evening
The suns' hazy glow
Changed the light
The ending of the day
The first star shone
On a horizon
Tinged with red and gold
It shone bright
With a soft silver light
The deepening blue
Replaced a red sky
The coming of the night
A star in the west
To follow
Until landfall
A wooden ship to find
All the things that lie
In a shadowfire heart
A wooden ship to carry
The heartstone gem
From the world of men
Tapestries too
The treasures that lie 
In your heart
On a ship
On a course
Plotted on a captains' chart

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I let go the day
Embraced the night
Birdsong faded away
Shadows fell
Never across my heart
Clouds passed
The moon rising
A distant church bell
Stars glittered bright
Celestial heavens turned,
above the moons' soft light
I watched stars too
As they shone in deepest velvet blue
I embraced the night,
with all its' charm
and all its' delight
A gentle lightening in the sky
A hint of birdsong
Welcomed the day
To the night...
I said goodbye

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I can't recall
how long I have been desolated,
and rejected by all,
living within these cement walls,
emanating wishes unheard by anyone;
staying indolent and thoughtless
with this soul gnashing:
so futile and drawn...

Too long
protected by loneliness,
too soon
to think of an incursion
and reprimand myself
of my impudence
for having been so inadvertent;
a reputed dreamer
demanding impossible things 
to bring them to a conclusion...

Too long retreated 
and secluded to have distorted thoughts;
and not to recite this pious prayer,
instead of an useless outcry...
Too deviant and improbable
to follow a straight course,
fight for something desired
to finally hang
my flag of victory
on the tallest pinnacle...

Too long
protected by loneliness,
too unfeasible 
to undertake fear and be responsible;
my hopes are fraught with feebleness,
and my phantom 
always wanders past a wan dream:
never to feel the emotional warmth of a hand... 

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Through sea smoke 
Sails, ripped and torn 
Sails, stained and worn 

Creak and groan, 
of well worn timbers 
Whispered moan 

rigging ,trailing in the sea 
Masts, bleached grey 
appearing on this day 

in its' wake 
Amidst its' tangled rigging, 
dragging the souls it must keep 
before going down deep 

Lonely souls, 
neither alive  or dead 
The lives, the ship stole 
condemned in waters, it sped 

In the halflight 
Through fog and mist 
creaking with a star baord list 

In the halflight 
Masts and spars, 
grey and worn 
Tattered sails, 
all forlorn 
below the stars 
disappearing in to the night 

As the sun loses it's glow, 
the ship takes on a strange luminescence 
Midnight sea 
the night has come to know 

forever travelling in half light 
Sails ,ripped and torn 
Sails,stained and worn 
Where she goes.... 
nobody knows.... 

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Deep in the mountain, 
in its' heart 
Somethings you never know 
Untill you find them 

As you see... 
As you feel... 
In your darkest hour... 
You find something 
To take you, 
A shadowfire 

Illuminating your darkest hour 
For, there is always light 
For, in a mountain ,so deep 
There lies a Shadowfire 

You are never alone... 
No matter how dark it can be 
A Heartstone, 
inside too 
A shadowfire 
Lies inside of you 

Deep in a mountain... 
In the Land of Eagles 
A Shadowfire 
That can lie in your heart 

A flame of purest blue 
Captured the inner you 
A Shadowfire 
That you always knew 

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The Last Flight, 
in the Land of Mist and Magic 
An Eagle to fly 
In the light 
Feathers fall 
Soft and golden 
Through the sky 

Eagles cannot die 
Feathers fall 
Soft and golden 
Eagles cannot cry 

Journeys must end 
New ones to begin 
A Heartstone Eagle 
At the end of its' life must fly 
In to the blue 
Feathers to fall 
Soft and golden 
Through the sky 

An Eagle 
Climbed high 
Circled above Heartstone 
Such a blue sky 
He was not alone 
For you were there 
In your heart 
An Eagles' lair 

Feathers fall 
Through the sky 
An Eagles last flight 
An Eagle can never die 
For he lives 
In pure and golden light 

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Billowing white
A tall masted ship
Gleaming wet
Sped on
In to a setting sun
Mizzen and top gallants flying
Such golden light
Fell upon a ship
That sped on 
In to the setting sun
Billowing white
Translucent too
Such golden llight
Fell upon a ship
That shone
On the big blue
In to the setting sun
She sailed westwards
Followeed a setting sun
Disappeared with it too
Golden light
Replaced with blue
She sailed westwards
Golden light shone too
A ship
Swallowed in colour
In to the setting sun