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Fool of Infinite and Queen of Fate

Fool of Infiniti

A wanton bird pecks at the stars
A Jester peers through crystal bars
This prison of love with rainbow hue
Illusion parts to lets you through

On dragon wings forever free
You quest into your dreams to see
Smoke and mirrors and shadow haze
To guide you through an endless maze

Slow motion tear rolls down her cheek
Its only passion that you seek ?
Engulfed in strange duality.
She wonders her reality

Your eyes still mock her with desire
Your kisses light her inner fire
Your touch can melt her to your will
But you will never take your fill

Black widow spider guards your heart
She spun the web, she keeps it taut
It is your only fatal flaw.
A secret, silent metaphor.

And all about her swirl the dreams
The nightmares all with voiceless screams
And in her hand the strangest key
To fit the door of What Will Be ?

And when her eyes search yours again
You take her to the spider den
You spin the dreams she hopes to see
And lock your hearts in mystery.

So enter in to lick the flame
Eternal prisoner of the game
Illusion is false imagery
She whispers your Infinity


The Queen of Fate

The Queen of Fate by the outer Gate
Her carriage to Nowhere, will await
Her cloak is wrapped against the night
Her eyes are wide with peculiar fright

Gray horses eyes turn back in fear
With thunderclaps upon her ear
Blue jagged lightning points the way
Along the path to yesterday

Cold, sullen driver cracks his whip
His crooked smile curls round his lip
His horses leap the cruel abyss
Dark Queen of Fate sees none amiss

Above the mist a gate appears
Who will wipe the Gate-man's tears ?
Gray horses strike and paw the air
Fate Queen ascends the carriage stair

And all about her swirl the dreams
The nightmares all with voiceless screams
And in her hand a wondrous key
To lock Enigma's Mystery

Pass through the gate O Queen of Fate
Another carriage will await
Drawn by Steeds of Promises
Illusion Starts and Finishes

Suzanne Delaney
Iambic Tetrameter
Gothic Theme
For Giorgio's Impress Me Iambic Contest


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Oh sweet rose

Beautiful rose
covered in 
your petal finery
sweet silken
satin soft feelings
singing in praise
touching deeply inside

Gentle heart 
of sweetness
tenderness flows
from your sweet
scenting aroma
floats inside 
the scent

Heavenly emotions
enchanting beauty
looking amazing
red in passion
hot soft whispering 
pink blushing
orange warm
as the sun beams glow

Dressed in white
you crown angels
petals softly 
Whispers flow
on scented air
words inside 
I love you

Kissing and hugging
my love deeply darling
surrendering to you
without doubt
purest rose

I trust 
from the petals
into my heart
a crowning jewel
you are queen
amongst flowers 
amazingly baby


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A poem for YOU

In this world of Uncertainties I’m the man that you can trust And in my words of sincerity That my love would never last. And if you could only feel, what i feel for you You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth Like our love that tightens the rope, Like a light that would give us hope. As you watch the dark skies Let me grab the moon for you, And as I catch the bright stars That’s the way you can see me through As this planet turns as it always will And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel Hold my hand for it will make us strong Like a wind, we will carry on The wind blow that sings a hymn for you For they know what does love means for the two Love is blind, and not deaf So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet? In this poem with full of rhymes, A full of love, Babe can you be mine? I don’t expect too much from you Why should I? If you complete my whole. “Till death do us part” that’s what they have said But why do struggles crash them ahead? Don’t ask me when my love will last, To count all of our quarrels, is that a must? Now and Forever is all that I promise No day dreaming and without reminiscence As the matter of time, as the time passes by Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :) pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless


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Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


Details | Free verse | |

Twigs

Twigs

Flowers bloom
And flowers wilt.
Flowers blush
And flowers fade.
The eternity is only in me-
The twig that bears the flowers.

Sparrows are born
And sparrows die.
Sparrows fly
And brighten the sky.
That who nurtures sparrows is me-
A cozy make of a twig upon a twig.

The sun fades
And moon is born.
The twilight blurs
And moonlight spreads.
All the soothing moonlight beams are me-
A crisscross of unfathomed twigs.

Whether in its birth
Or in its death;
In the heart
Of its heart;
The entire beauty is none but one-
A design of mysterious twigs.


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Smoke Signals

If words could envelop fire,

I’d whisper softly into a quiet

note and let the pyre in my

lonely coffer spill out it’s smokey dispatch.

Letting pathos glow inside carrion’s beat,

I would endeavor this note reach a messenger

with quick feet, so that you would read it before

I became nothing more than a ruin,

damned by it’s own occasion.

I would speak with a gentle urgency,

through teeth like embers of brimstone.

" Let not your tender humor steer you

in a direction that would wilt us both. 

Fan the flames that have consumed me,

It’s a burn that fuels our passion

I love you and the pain that you bring,

you are the brightness in the sky,

and the darkness of night.

You are the sting of broken flesh,

and the sweet release of blood that flows.

You are the healing of my blackened benevolence,

and the anger in my wisdom.

You are my second eye, 

and my heaviest anchor.

You are the spark,

and the kindle.

You are my Queen.”



-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved


Details | I do not know? | |

Wrestling Verses


Wrestling Verses


Spilling ink onto paper,
reading tea-leaves,

fragments of mirth,
shards of anguish,

remain,
trapped in rolled-up sleeves.


Turning up my collar,
as blue as these days that slip by,

scattered verses plunge into,
the fathoms of unknown waters.


My ink runs, slips, treading lightly,
penning odes to love on bare skin,

your skin,
your bare back my canvas,

my fingers tracing, caressing, scribbling,
homages to our laughter, our tears.


Wrestling verses,

lie spent, exhausted,
famished and parched from saying too much,

still,

my fingers tickle your soft skin,

my ink would run dry,

were it not for your gentle touch


Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Details | Alliteration | |

You

Smile...

Dream...

Sun beams like Hot Choclate on a blue day...

Soft silky and smooth on your skin...

Smile....

Dream...

Butterflies softly floating like falling feathers in the wind...

Gently gliding gracefully over the bright green grass...

Smile...

Dream...

Eyelashes brush against your cheek like soft snowflakes on your face...

Fingertips flit freely across your arm...

Smile...

Dream...

Together playfully prancing like horses running wild...

Spinning tops twiling tenderly....

Smile....

Dream....

Wishes whispered wimsically like pixies playing hopscotch...

Softly calling quietly,

I love you!


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Ember

Thy scarlet rise, thy wistful blur

I delve, into thine purest passion

and taste the ember

of our crazed pollution.

Thy lash, thy whipping break 

I, hither under thine blooming scuffle

soothe the yoke of this moment

with the edge of epiphany's 

final gasp. 

Sink thine breath into mine marrow,

and live within me,

within this embrace.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


2.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


3.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.




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PLAY-BOY 1

You know why I run game? It's 'cause I'm a player
I'm the night in shining armor, she's a dragon, I'm gon' slay her
That means when I beat it up, I'm gonna kill it
Tell her keep our business to herself, don't spill it
Can't follow directions, then it's on to the next
Hope you get the message, not talking 'bout a text

I sleep with more chicks than a night-gown

Without 'em I'm like a sentence with no noun

For those who don't know that means incomplete

It's a race to get 'em first, I gotta' compete

They wanna be on the team, tryin' to make the cut

True player, show no feelings, keep 'em in a shell, walnut

Females fill my atmosphere, they mean the world to me

I got damsels galore, it's always plural with me

Got gangs of chicks, which one should I bang

They're steady in my face, sort of like some bangs

Hate when they try to lock me down, I'm not in jail

She starts talking 'bout marriage, then I'm gonna bail

Sometimes I need my space, like a vacant lot

I hate being congested, like a nose filled with snot

Hey, stop bugging me, you startin' to act like a knat

Before you go, give me head, I need it like a hat


Details | Free verse | |

The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


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STASHING CASH 2

Where I'm from we don't do debts, fronts, or take tabs
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
Put that money on the head, you don't need a mask
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
How is a broke fool gon' try and smash
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash

Money on my mind like bread on a sandwich

I run the city, they're the lights, I'm the switch

I stand for what's mine, never see me slip and fall

I'm runnin' the race, you're a baby with a slow crawl

My cash stay on point, like a sharpened pencil

Try 'n' copy my style, you gon' need mo' than a stencil

I don't be's in the trap, buy my workers put-in overtime

Feds can't catch me, never see me committin' crime

That's why from time to time I shoot 'em a raise

And tell 'em to stash cash for those rainy days

If money talk, then there's nothing to say

If B.S walk, none of ya' fools can stay

My money talkin' for me, betta' yet, it's in a conversation

Ya' look like money; make money, nice observation

They say the love of money's the root of all evil

So how much money will it take to really love people


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STASHING CASH 1

Where I'm from we don't do debts, fronts, or take tabs
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
Put that money on the head, you don't need a mask
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
How is a broke fool gon' try and smash
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash

My Green could fill-up a Bay, need a few Packers

Haters look, fold and crumble like Ritz-crackers

Money comes and goes, but you know mine stays

Like a well-trained dog, sometimes it even lays

Money brings power, respect, gotta' have the jewels

Call me a handy-man, I stay with my tools

I know it sounds messed-up, but it's money-over-everything

My weight's been up, you just started like a flower in spring

My money keeps flippin', like some Burgers on a grill

Money on me heavy, like a work-out, makes me sweat fo'real

Active, got a million hustles, I'm motivated and dedicated

Call me and money happily married, we can't be separated

Not talking movies, but I bet you ain't seen this in a while

My money's long, go 'head, call it the green mile

Long as I'm stashing cash, I'll always come out on top

Like a junkie smokin' dope, me making money won't stop


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the love we had seemed so far away

i look to stars and wishes flew through space never to be heard again
fun to friends hearts do meld and break facing until time ends
this loop that plays and beats that syncopate become but a gem
pleasure a chest opened in surprise feeling no need to defend
galaxies away lonely planets  please keep me in mind
 distance could grow something fond or lost between the lines
gps my love you can see  its still where I  left it behind
thoughts fade away with life love lives forever in my rhyme

Im sorry, I wanted more,with  all this space between
disconnected and I still look to that day
we talked on the phone, our separate homes
the love we had seemed so far away

without air i couldnt breathe squeezed until I'm passing by
no water flow my skin would dry and I return to the sky
sunny days would blacken out, attracting need for desperate lies
to make up for the beauty lost from death slowly closing my eyes
that fire once sparking motion snuffed in huffs slipping away
dwifting I sway shaky grounds where once I sat easily and stay
upon my feet I still float drowning out all thoughts that stray
Tho these ends can come swift its worse to miss and hear you say

Im sorry, I wanted more,with  all this space between
disconnected and I still look to that day
we talked on the phone, our separate homes
the love we had seemed so far away

down the road,flying free, I ride the wave and hope for your return
through several seas and cloudy peaks, storms of sand, I will not turn
helpless to fate and future events, nothing prevents something to learn
  sights may not sore, nothing much looking more, isn't my concern
I hope the best and happyness is true to bless you, not just in dreams
we can meet when we sleep discussing life while sleeping seems
thanks for trying Im not exactly dying, banes of  sentient beings
real enough moving on is rough, i'll love you forever, writting my means


Details | Free verse | |

Daybreak

I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday


Details | Free verse | |

Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.

 

By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.

 

In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.

 

In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.


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Wishing Beyond a Dry Well

He tried to drink from a dry well
His mouth was filled with dust
He searched for her
Longed for her
Why had she gone away
Leaving him with but a memory of her sweetness
Oh how she had nourished him
Washed over him
Sustained him

He thought she was an endless source
Inexhaustible
Refreshing
pure
His sustenance
Her magical waters beyond sweet 

He came to her with his wishes
He spoke them to no others
He dreamed at her edges
Peered into the depths of her
Saw the moons reflection on her surface 
He heard the echo of their tomorrows

Did he demand too much?
Drink too deeply?
Wish with too much intensity?

As he stands there
He starts to cry
Tears falling into her
Flowing like a stream
Intermingling with dust
She is filled once again
There are no words to explain
Her spring releases into his
Her well overflows
A lake appears
Her sweetness mixed with his tears
He thought she had gone away 
Now He can finally see
Joined as one truly free

She was never meant to be contained
Within well walls her heart constrained 
So now they both frolic under open air
The moon and sun horizons to share.





Details | Lyric | |

A person I've met before

You are a person i've met before.
The man who stands knocking at my door.
I remember you from my dreams,
Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams.

You held the door open as I ran in for shelter from the cold weather & rain.
You are the man I stood next to in line.
You are the man I passed by
I danced as you sang the songs chorus.
I pushed my way through...
the sea of people and stopped next to you.
Amidst the crowd we stood, searching for a way out
I looked around, I glanced in your direction, I looked past you 
I found my way out, I hurried my way through.
I walked away having not met you.

A second glance, I did not take,
unaware that our meeting was fate.

You are a person i've met before,
Sometime ago on a night like tonight,
The air was warm, the stars shining bright
The night that we met,
I danced that night, I danced and danced until the morning light
I sat to lay my feet to rest, you came to me no different from the rest
You asked me for a cigarette.
An open chance to conversate 
knowing this interaction would not lead to a date
We shared thoughts and ideas of similar interests.
such as music and poetry, art and astrology.
At the time I thought nothing of it, a casual meeting of the mind.
Little did I know, I would continue to meet you throughout my lifetime.

You are a person i've met before,
I've read your book of poetry at the local book store.
you write of life, love and family.
You are a person i've met before,
I've seen your paintings, they are hard to ignore
You are the artist I dream of meeting
You are a person i've met before.

You are the man in my dreams, 
Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams.
I've met you 100 times before,
You are the man who stands knocking at my door.


Details | Rhyme | |

The halo effect

If there is one thing I remember
It is what life told
Just open your eyes
All that glisters may not be gold
So who is to blame and whose fault I hold
The halo effect, the one in disguise
Manifesting deception in front of thy eyes
Treat one different because of their look
Why read? Judge the cover of the book?
But you do read others because they don’t have the look
If you understand, how long has it took?
The halo effect, we magnify a trait
Condone the flaws, we magnify a trait
Attractiveness, is this what you mean?
All this talk, my perception a feign?
What I see, aint what it seem?
Huh, thanks for this, as well as that.
The halo effect, my mind was hacked. 


Details | Free verse | |

Kiss kiss Bang

And as I sent my lips back down unto her navel,
I heard the crack.
The brilliant explosion that gave existence
All of its fury. I knew that it was beauty
Like hers that keeps this place spinning
…holding all of this chaos together,
So that moments like this could happen.
So that art could find its way.
So that blood could pulse.
I watched the universe break apart
And come back together slowly,
Pulled in by the gravity of the sparkle
In her eyes.
Her essence bleeds into my world,
Holding my realm together with auburn
Filaments tied to her crown of comfort.
I exist in-between moments of 
Spectacular destruction.
Taking in stellar iridescence 
With the awe of a child…
Until the glow is too 
Much for a mere mortal,
And I succumb to the darkness.
Only to be reborn again. 
-James Kelley 2012 ©


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A bed of Ashes

I found myself needing something more than a tender curve of dimly lit flesh.
I needed a woman's fire that could stoke my soul into a living rage.
I needed a courageous lioness to teethe my muse and let the pain
in my brain bleed unto the Earthy canvas before me.
The salt of my skin wept unto her, and she made it steam.
She was a cleansing fury that damned the man I once was.
She tore me apart so that I could become something new.
Sometimes there is beauty in destruction,
sometimes forgiveness is born out of pain.
She let it rain inside of me when she left,
and I found myself in a bed of ashes.
A new man.
 
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


Details | Ode | |

Ode: to Loveliness

Loveliness that's deep and that's rare
     is like a rose that blooms afresh
(like the rosebud that's new and fair);
     lovely in aspect and in flesh,
it lives in sunlight without care
     letting all the sky breathe and mesh.

Its loveliness is hard to find
     unspoiled and as innocent;
and with its tint and with its rind
     it quells my musing discontent.
As it sighs (softly and from behind),
     my nose takes in its lovely scent.

Its beauty transcends its locus,
     imbuing the eyes of my soul 
with romantic, ideal focus
     that makes the heart and the mind whole:
without it the world seems callous
     and grace would not be in control.



















Details | I do not know? | |

The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial,
torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared,
they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry,
while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home.

Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned,
on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood,
never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die,

and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor,
and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes,
while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain.


The Present:

19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices,
delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude,

a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens,
in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today.

I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron,
yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate,

our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as
we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more.

Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves,
perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane,

babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours,
I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy,

yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know,
this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa,

needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses,
so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all,

for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.








Details | Free verse | |

My Rose

My rose, while growing in a garden not my own, is mine all the same
Do not my eyes smile at her beauty and lose themselves in her scent?
Do not my fingers tremble with anticipation just to touch her silky skin?
While there may be pain when I hold her in my strong embrace
It compares not to the loss I feel when at last her I release
Others may measure her beauty and pen such odes to last in infamy
Yet words can never paint her essence, or do poetic justice to her true loveliness
My Rose, my perfect one will grow always in my heart for it is, and will remain her own.

~Christopher Thor Britt


Details | I do not know? | |

The Canvas of Night


The Canvas of Night


Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


enthralled by the wonder of the cosmos,
my dreams take to the heavens in effervescent flight,


I bathe in the beauty, soaked in sublime delight,
absorbed in moments of bliss, transfixed by the serene sight.




Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


and my being is infused with feelings of hope,


for even in darkness  I find the sprinkled sugar of hope's light.




note: special thanks to one of my heroes, the late Dr. Carl Sagan, for making science accessible to younger me, many, many moons ago.





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Where Wild Violets Grow

Where Wild Violets Grow

Scribbling these verses,
caressing your bare back,
simple rhymes,
flowing from my fingertips.


Scribbling verses,
sprinkling odes to fragrant promises,
your smile lightens the burdens,
off my heavy heart.


Scribbling verses,
soaked in countless kisses,
the moonlight waltzing on your skin.


Scribbling verses,
feeling you,
your love never ceases to flow,


through the streams of my mind,
to a place of our own,
where wild violets grow



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My Love

my love...

my love blossoms amidst the thunder

across the oceans and the beyond the seas

my love reaches out and touches

the moments of bliss as the loneliness flees

my love is simple
with profound feelings of yearning desire

my love rages within
the furnace of this aching heart's unquenchable fire

my love basks in the warmth of the knowledge

that in the spring it takes root and it will flower

my love breathes in the light fragrance

of her hair after her warm and delicate shower

my love remembers drowning in her eyes

of those ethereal moments frozen forever more

my love recalls the fleeting ticking of the clock

each minute apart stabbing at my very core

my love she knows I need her so

for she needs me just as much

my love she sprinkles light flourishes of her sensual touch

as my love for her continues to ceaselessly grow

my love reaches down into the crevasses of my of being

my love for her is held onto deep inside

for in the coming of the cold ache of seperation

my love settles between the folds of her heart, for 'tis there that my love for will reside

my love like an eternal dream caresses me in wakefulness and in sleep

and that is the feeling that I shall cherish

a feeling of love that has settled in me 

a feeling so pure and a feeling so very deep...


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For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


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Perfect Beauty

purest of all lakes
sweetest cake ever tasted
loveliest music not yet composed


Date:18/09/2014


Details | Free verse | |

My Comfortable Chair

Like my special comfortable chair
I'm reassured your always there
when I need you.

Providing a comfortable cushion
against harsh ravishes and rigors
of life.

My sanctuary
my my love
my heart and soul
my wife
my life.



Peter Dome.copyright.2013.July.


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The Garden

The night air is cool and collective,
Running through my hair and face.
Even when I’m with people, I feel alone
In this cold blooded space.

It’s like walking through a garden
Of all your favorite foods,
But none of which can substantiate
For that one so special mood…

That mood, 
that beautiful frame of mind.  
I only go there with you,
And only you can make it unwind.

I discovered a passion unlike any other
And in my finding I opened a world,
A world I did not know existed.
I’m on cloud nine every time I think of you,
Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart.

This garden holds many beautiful things
Many delightful pleasures,
Many cold nights,
Warm nights,
Difficult frights,
Ecstatic times and unsystematic times!

But they mean nothing to me,
While I’m alone…

Walk with me through this garden.


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Hear the Wedding Bells Toll

I walked down the countryside
and watched the rolling, green hills
and the curve of dirt road turned by an old mill,
the wood fences held the white stallions in,
and they looked at me, eyes black, and a mane pearl white.
Alas' two stallions off roamed the hills together
I smiled and imagined their love they shared.

As I came down the road,
I came to a town,
small with a large church in the center
and I heard the tolling of wedding bells.
I continued to walk
and the doors opened wide and a bride and groom
stepped out hand and hand,
smiling and proud.
I stopped and looked at them.
The bride looked at me and smiled... I tipped my hat to her,
and she came over to me and handed me her bouquet of white roses,
she beautiful and kind with her smile,
I looked at the groom, her new husband, her true love,
and I announced my happiness for them.
They kissed and left on a carriage, pulled by two white stallions.

Love be so true,
and love be so kind,
love so honest and so beautiful,
holy and glorious,
such beauty in marriage,
such lovely sounds of the rich tolling of wedding bells.
I continued down and entered a pub,
alas' I bought a whiskey and drank in celebration,
too the newly weds,
and I sang a cheerful tune,
and I could still hear the beautiful tolling of Wedding Bells.
Love is so beautiful.

.12.19.2013.


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Love Endures

Love floats by,


reaching,
tantalising,
meandering,


tip-toeing past pain,


leaping through walls,
weakening the barricades,


of the most private heart.



Love settles in,


trusting,
searching,
dissolving,


quietly beyond anguish,


erasing the desolation,
soothing a battered spirit,
enveloping the shivering soul.



Love stays, it is true,


love endures, as do you






Details | Couplet | |

His Ass A Tale

His ass; a tale each women said.
Of one held high - he rendered it.
Like men of past to honour it.
A rogue like him - a dawn of wit.

They followed him a stern dead hem.
Each judged him; sire'd for him.
To each love they were fair and grim.
And some would say they're all a whim.

Some do bawk and claim him nay.
Most keep circles; waits and times.
Elite approach to spread their chimes.
While late provoke him for his crimes.

One man's wake that goes oblivious.
Her clueless cause for dancing.
Love together comes 'a prancing.
THE END; his soul will wait for lancing.


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Her Name was Chamomile

Her name was Chamomile.....

   she filled my heart ablaze,

   one lazy-October day,

   batting those eyes ---

   such guile!

A poor, romantic little thing,

   hopeless to begging love,

   sick with gorgeous news ---

   her hero (would he flew)

   'ere her aching heart,

   explode a thousand pleas

   for her sensuous sylph-self

The men were dogs for her,

   back in the day;

   her hair smelled of Chamomile....

   her eyes teased with Chamomile....

   her lips, red and wanting,

   her crimson-spiced kiss....

But she be only mine,

   as she oozed down my throat....


Details | I do not know? | |

You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




Details | Romanticism | |

My Dear Lovely Girl

Oh hold my hand my dear, lovely girl,
hold me tight and never let go,
I shall tell you what you want to hear,
destroy all the demons from your sight,
hold you tight in the midst of the night,
as the monsters and creeps watch you from behind,
I shall tell you not to worry my dear, lovely girl,
for there is nothing to worry about;
for we're together and nothing could tear us apart;
the force of a thousand forces
nor wind, fire, nor ciaos shall tear us apart.
Nor envy, wrath shall take us from one another;
only shall it make us stronger
for my dear, lovely girl
I love you.

Shall Romance come from the heaven's wing?
Delivered by the most beautiful of angels
and holding romance placed upon a silver platter
handed down to us,
as we sit together and kiss the night away,
shall we dance till morning dawn,
when your father looks for us in the meadows
and the townsmen search the church,
and I shall love you here and now,
in your arms,
or in the dirt,
I shall always love you,
for my heart is with you;
my dear, lovely girl.

.12.18.2013.


Details | Free verse | |

Moon

Might I ask about what the moon means to you?
It means the world revolves in a transcending path with a satellite.
Why does the moon shine in the midnight sky?
It shines because it is a guide between the world of the dead and the living.

So does the moon fill the air with hope?
The moon itself is hope for people.
Why does the moon pull us in with such soul searching?
It is because we feel that the moon is part of our every day life.

Children who asks these questions; I have strive to tell them some truth,
And for the adults out there I created a little Moon lite poem to sooth.

So the moon is our light in the darkest hour of the night
With romance in the air that is so bright
We all hold hands once in a moonlit walk
And with such passion we would talk
The moon gives us our pull on each others heart
With a dinner that we take part
The ritual of wooing ones heart is a great feeling of love
The moon is always there to shine right above
In time we think we are blinded by the moon 
But to tell you the truth it reflects the sun light during midnight noon
It gives out a warmth in the darkness
We probably do not think of it less
Because the moon is our memories of our past 
It shows it everyday and night and always last

April 13, 2013


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Come on Baby

Hey, come on baby,
lets blow this place;
come with me and lets make love
under the tall oak tree.
Hear the birds sing,
they tweet and tweet,
and the sun bakes our naked bodies,
as ants tickle at our feet;
making love with me,
making love with you,
and nature is watching
as we perform art.

There is a place out there, somewhere,
between Neptune and Cloud 9,
as asteroids collide together
exploding silent bombs in space,
like the love we make, except not so silent,
we go to that place, you make me love you even more,
when we love each other in that place.

There is a place out there, somewhere,
and as we finish and cuddle, smoking cigarettes
and watching the sun set,
we go to that place,
between the walls of Neptune and Jupiter
on the rings of Saturn,
and Pluto just sits there minding it's own business.

There is a place out there, somewhere,
a much better place than here,
let's pack our bags and go.

5/10/14


Details | Romanticism | |

Another Dream of Her

Yet another dream of her
(that smile, which brings such happiness to my heart)
she sitting with her sisters
in an idle photograph
she smiling like that,
arms around ones who truly love her,
she so beautiful,
dressed in her Thursday's best;
so beautiful like that
and you there in my dreams keeps me warm
(and my heart sings a tone, that the birds shed a tear too)
and I smile
and I live
and my heart flies to a place, not like this one
a place where love is in charge
and hate is not in the dictionary of life.
Another dream of the one woman who makes me smile,
yet the Gods do not let me have her;
but such a woman as that is not worthy of a man like I;
such a woman with such a smile as hers' deserves the best of the best,
and nothing but the best for her,
so as a man, I shall let go of her warm and glorious beauty
and give to a lucky man
and I shall not pout, nor envy him or her,
for something so beautiful as love and sacrifice
deserves such praise!
Oh yes another dream of her,
dancing with me in her evening ballroom dress,
in my arms,
as the smiling faces join hands with one another
and watch us dance in such a lovely dream.
her smile, such glory and so bright,
it blocks out the rays of the powerful sun
and can brighten the darkest of the Earth's four corners.
another dream of her,
that girl, that woman, that lady
who stomped out the fire that was burning away at my angry heart,
she gave faith to me,
and now I give her that blessing of true love
with another,
for I take such notion of her being happy with another,
than being with me and frowning.
Sure, tears have been shed, and jealousy has killed good men's judgment,
but such beauty as hers’ could kill a man.
Another dream of her,
my portrait lady,
my lovely dream girl,
my friend.


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A Simple Wish

a simple wish...

no fancy words
no more clever rhymes
no more slickly crafted verse

just a simple wish
to cherish the moments
in-between the hue and cry of this life

no more the dull-edged jab
no more the anger and the strife

a simple wish
beyond the wasted hours and the days and the blurry fears

a simple wish
of a simpler life

after all the bitterness of the passing years

and so

to retire from the hustle
to flee from the hollow wasted breaths that have been breathed

to bid the emptiness farewell

while

ushering in the new tomorrow

bathed in the soft glow of hope

and kissing adieu to all the hurt and all the doleful sorrow...


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Fire and Merlot

I remember the honeyed words,
and the
               ...anticipation
 of the touch that rendered time irrelevant.
I hear laughter in the next room;
astounded at the drunk and the blind.
it’s all so fleeting; we turn to dust in a heartbeat
                                                    ...fading
I speak in logic and move inside of thunder.
 as my skin is peeled away,
as shadowed eyes follow me,
and I feel fingers reaching from the grave,
 the familiarity of your nails scratching
down my back and ancient melodies we shared
that reflect our persistent missteps;
 the ones that buried me alive.
 
I remember the creaky floors that
carried you to our bed,
The crimson sheets where we danced;
We found harmony in this place
As the world stoked it’s flame around us.
 
I can still hear the echoes,
Distant and smoldering.
 
“My love was born in your eyes,
                   Don’t you ever look away.”
 
Your face hides in the mirror,
Lost inside my own empty stare.
 
You promised me forever.
But beneath this broken glass,
I can hear it all shatter.
 
 
Can you remember how you asked me
 if we could turn back time?
The ash that we laid to waste
 between your chains
and my misgivings set ablaze
in our lovemaking
Now time is timeless for you
 and I feel you, erotic in your ghosting touches
I still claw to hold on to this life
You're essence caresses and taunts me
your touch is warm, from the other side
 ...of this veil
Our hands release from their dance,
as your dead, coarse skin withers and dries
...no hope for a final embrace
 
But I can still taste your merlot stained lips;
The way they brushed against mine.
I can still feel your pulse rushing to meet
My own.
 
Your voice, and it’s promises.
 
“This world can burn us down,
                          But our ashes will be spread together.”
 
 
 
-Katherine Wyatt and James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

I stand, alone, before this
impregnable cliff so sheer.

Cocooned in my solitary shell,
wrenching a smile from a tear,

I stand, alone, a little odd,
and definitely quite queer.

I stand, alone.


Details | Romanticism | |

Whispers in the Willows

Close your eyes my love
and let your imagination run wild;
for hear me whisper such beauty
in your ear,
hear the whispers in the willow trees,
as they sway from side to side;
as the rolling, green hill faces
smile at us,
as I kiss you upon the cheek,
as we hold hands my sweet,
as I pick a thousand roses for you
and we go to the willow tree
and rest awhile,
listening to the whispering wind,
sing a sound with the willow trees.

Here the chimes tanging
and listen close to "I love you,"
catch it fast and hold on to it,
close to your heart,
and hear it beat to the sound of a drum
deep in your breast.

Hear me my love,
smell those roses I pick for you,
it shall surpass that my love is true,
listen to the whispers of my heart,
that I direct toward you,
My sweet rose,
my lovely babe,
my darling daisy,
my violet,
my lilac,
my willow tree, which sings a song of love
with the whispers of the wind,
and the soft whispers of my heart.

.12.18.2013.


Details | Narrative | |

A Lover's Letter - Part 1 of 4

(Canticles/The Song of Solomon / 2 Tim. 3: 16* / Ps. 33: 5
Ps. 37: 28 / Ps. 97: 10 / 2 Chron. 20: 7 / Isa. 54: 5
Deut. 7: 8 / Gen. 1: 1 / John 1: 1, 14, 18 / Ps. 83: 18)

May Liquid Lava Drip and Pool
From This Pen Tonight
As This Lover’s Letter I Have Longed
To Express To You and Write

May Lightning Rods Fuse On These Pages
To Enlighten and Ignite
Words, That Are As Clear As Bells
… as Clear As Black and White

… and Impart Good News
That Encourage and Excite
And Enthuse You With Joy
Like Wind Thru Tree Leaves Incite

And Bring Forth Your Smile
That Resembles Starry Sights
As I Reply and Verify
That All Will Be Alright
For Love Proceeds and Aligns
Just Like A Butterfly Alights …

So Like Blossoms Spread
On Silken Sheets Invite
May This Letter Convey
My Emotions Intense-Felt Might

And Reach You By Moon
Or On The Morrow’s Dawn Light
This Letter Being Sent
With All Hopes Bright
With The Eagerness of Swift Eagles
Focused In-Flight …

While At Present, Being Apart –
To You Seems Not So Clear
And Yes, A Generation of Youth
Ages In A Few Spent Years

But A Generation of Love
Will Not Disappear
For Our Love Will Generate
Power Strong and Secure
(Luke 21: 31, 32*, 33)

For Even Away … In Our Hearts
We Are Ever Near
And For Each Written Word
I Whisper For You To Hear …

For I Want You To Know
I Hold You Cherished, Dear
And I Will Not Forget You …
So Have No Fear …

Have No Fear … For There Is Not
Even To Compare Another
Our Bond Is Unique Like Fingerprints
& Snowflakes, Ocean Waves & Thunders
This, I Speak In Truth To You …
For I Am Your One-True-Lover

So Any Doubts, Lack of Faith
Or Infidelity – Please Smother
While We Are Absent …
One From The Other
(Gen. 31: 49)

There Is A War Raging On
Outside of Your Protected Walls
There Is A Battle Being Fought
Outside of Your Castle’s Halls
So I Need You To Be Brave
I Need You To Stand Tall …

For I Will Return For You
Victorious and All …
And There Is No Chance of Failure
To Make Me Slip-Away or Stall

With This Letter I Want You To Feel
Assured and Also My Touch
… Feel It Like A Soft Breeze
Raindrops, Sunshine and Such
For Our Intimacy Is A Purity
and No Need To Blush

We’ve Shared Secrets and Sacred Events
and Significant Times So Much
We’ve Even Shared Thru Sorrows
… and Neither of Us Gave Up …

And I Can Barely Wait To See You;
To Be Close As Face To Face
and Look Into Your Watchful Eyes
That So Beautifully Gaze
… and To Lift You Gently Up
Like A Black Swan Being Raised
(The Song of Solomon 1: 5)

(Part 1 of 4)


Details | Romanticism | |

Happiness Sings a Song

A boy named Happiness
walked along the full streets of the world
with a smile upon his face.
He had no friends,
he had no family
and had the worst luck with women.
No one took him serious,
till they needed him at their darkest days,
they'd use him like tissue paper;
to wipe away the tears
and crumple him up and throw him in a corner
(they couldn't even put him in the trash can)
he too good for them,
he too good for all of them.
He smiled,
he sang his big heart out,
making the girls cry
and the boys jealous.
One time a boy named happiness fell in love,
with such a beautiful, smart and couragous woman,
with such a sense of humor
and when she laughed
his heart sung,
and his eyes brigthened
and the little boy named Happiness,
was for once in his life truly happy!
He found what he wanted,
not begging nor buying for it,
he walked his path,
till time ran out,
and all hope was lost.
He continued to walk on,
and shedding no tears,
only with a smile,
he found such a key that unlocked a hall
of happiness and glory.
Happiness was all the boy was truly looking for,
and he truly found it,
when he was least expecting it to come.
Happiness sat all night and day,
looking up at the changing skies,
moon,
stars,
clouds,
sun,
and that beautiful rose of a woman,
in his arms,
warm and secure,
she smiling up at him
as Happiness sang of song so sweet and so beautiful
that the birds all gathered around and joined in the harmonies.
Then Happiness and the woman kissed the night away
in such a moment so dear as happiness flowed through the air.

12/3/13


Details | Rhyme | |

track 18

thanks for the tea, heres something about me
nothing beats poetry, sitting underneath a tree
thankin' my family for a strong identity
people watching cause its free, beauty in the scene
has me staring with a cheese, a smile at what i see
possibly a dream,  caught up mentally 
imagining a few things, with this human being
who has the sweetest energy, soulfood like collard greens
all fools falling means I'm really dumber than I seem
being intelligent isn't just from memory
its handling impermanence light and sensibly
and lady I'm feeling your sultry melodies
we'd be crowded if its three, sit and be my company
must be a chemistry major cause the reactions meant to be
the love we can achieve, is safe from any thieves
 hold em from my queen, hearts tucked into my sleeve


Details | Romanticism | |

To a Red Rose

As I wake to a sunny day,
a crisp and cool day, I may say;
I dress and go to the garden-
ad I gaze upon the beauty,
I see a beautiful gift sent to me-
you my dear, swing thing;
sent down on angel's graceful wings,
to a lovely tune that a nightingale sings-
Yes you my red rose.
You the one who makes my heart sing.

To a red rose,
my favorite of them all,
as I walk in the meadow of love,
no other flower compares to your own
beauty and color;
so pure and lovely
I shed a tear for you
my red, red rose;
so beautiful-
I love you.

.12.22.2013


Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,


streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.



2.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,


the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,


lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,


now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,


echo the countless tears that I have shed.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

always,

refused to,


to give myself,


completely to you.






Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



Details | I do not know? | |

Your Whisper

You whispered in my ear,
a breathy secret, hushed.

“I love you”, you murmured.

I said nothing,
lost, in your arms,
I found a home. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
I said nothing,
lost in my thoughts,
I found peace. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
words failed me then.

They still do.


Details | Romanticism | |

Between the two rivers I'll be,

Between the two rivers of heart and soul
and mind over matter,
I'll be there near the valley of heartbreak and sorrow
I shall overcome and smile,
as I see you, my love,
parading yourself along with your gypsy caravan down the green hills
on your golden steed,
with your crown of gems and jewels;
waving your pretty, little hand at me from afar,
and I shall stand tall and proud and wait for you,
there in the peace and serenity;
between the two rivers of love and passion,
heart and soul, I'll be there, waiting always for you.

.2.2.2014.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Unusual Fragrance

The unusual fragrance looms above my room, 
Its owner not yet known, 
Its purpose still a mystery I assume 
Sweeter than any other fragrance I ever own, 

Its mood is ataraxia, 
Cold soothing scent, texture so smooth, 
Like dying in a peaceful euthanasia, 
I have it trapped in a booth, 

Smells like angels on a spring break, 
Dancing gloriously in the water fall, 
With a rattling feeling like an earth quake, 
Its particles bouncing from wall to wall, 

Clogged in my mind is a fog of disconcert, 
As I battle my feeling to a perfect stranger, 
The feeling of unrest causes discomfort, 
As the unusual fragrance puts my heart in danger,


Details | I do not know? | |

The Glow of Soft Truths

the glow of soft truths
tucked between the folds of the heart

radiates through the coarse fabric of each fleeting day

transcending the hurdles that litter the way

extinguishing the trepidation and the unfounded fears away

beyond the very now with an eye firmly gazing towards the coming morrow

where genuine peace may be found while dispelling the nasty sting and the solitary sorrow

and when that moment is finally found

when peace and mirth is felt all around

the bliss may seem plentiful, and the being with simple joy may abound

without a word being spoken

without the din, the static of the endless drone

so infused with soothing music, yet hardly making a sound

for the truth of peace that lies in wait

just beyond the corner

is a truth that may never be sought

or bought

for that truth of peace must be ushered inside

until deep in the soul it will then quietly reside...


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A Chipped Heart

A Chipped Heart...


Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass,
my solitary facade a pitiful farce,

shards tearing out of my skin,
seeking release, from cages within,

I am lost, in the dream,
bellowing out a silent scream,

torn from reality, drowning in the now,
yet I refuse,
I refuse to succumb,

I refuse to bow.



My chipped heart, may be wounded,
wreathed in pain,

still,

I believe, love, truth, belonging,

will take my hand,

again...


Details | Free verse | |

Love Unspoken

Would love not speak if uttered by a frightened tongue?
Would Earth reap the sown tears of beauty undone?
I rise from the ashes of every torn moment,
when God allows me your presence.
But, I fear I am but a shadow of the light
in your eyes.
Seeking refuge from darkened days.
If I should speak of the burning desire
behind my own sight,
should I be cast out in due time?
Or would you steady your hands
with mine?
 
-James Kelley 2012©


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Passion in D-Major

Passion in D-Major


Feeling, the sensuous brush-
strokes on a canvas,

swirling,

to a symphonic crescendo,

of our shared heartbeats,

fading between the notes,

feeling your soft body entwined 
with mine,

your form bathed in my infinite 
kisses,

our orchestral desire rising,

conducting a shared fusing of 
passion,

... the music echoing ...

over the precipice,

on the brink of dazzling rainbow 
hues,

lost in the void,
of an eternal instant,

plunging through the depths of 
rhyme,

pleading,
forever pleading,

for a prolonged,

bouquet of shared time.


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She

She

She smiled, gently,
her warmth infusing me,
with a serene stillness of time.

She settled, slowly,
in my waking thoughts,
a soothing balm of simple joy.

She remains, scribbled,
on the walls of my fractured heart,
memories of happiness that once breathed...



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Illegitimi non Carborundum

Illegitimi non carborundum ;-)


...Staggering, my vision cloudy,


I fall to the hard ground.


when life’s sharp left-jab leaves my face bloody,


and all that surrounds me, is the desolation of loss I feel all around.



I see myself slipping,

down the abyss to where nothingness exists,


still, I cling on, groping for a foothold,

for my will to stay persists.



I clamber up, I stand my ground, though battered and bruised I may be,


my curtain is not falling yet, I have some fight still left in me.



It is then, in the pit of despair, when all seems bleak and painful and dull,


I summon the strength from deep within,


I rise, slowly, to face the day,


I refuse to sink,

to wallow, to surrender, to throw in the towel,


to drown,


for I am stronger now,


indeed I am, after all the years, and all the battles,


I stand, bruised and bloody,


still,


I stand,


I refuse, to sink, to drown,


for they can try, to punish me some more,


but I shall not allow them to grind me down…


;-)


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Within Me


Within Me

Flowing through the rivulets of my everyday thoughts,
memories of you surface, gasping for air, breathing in,
permeating, absorbed by the pores of my ageing skin.

Famished, greedily gulping mouthfuls of fractured life,
awash in distant yesteryear, when your feathery kisses,
banished the vacuum, dispelling my anguish and strife.

You are eternally carved, and embroidered into my soul,
I wash ashore, smashing against the boulders of the now,
seeking solace, begging for absolution with my empty bowl.

The book of fate is sealed shut, the tea-leaves have been read,
nothing remains within me, the burden of smiling has been shed.

Now I am stranded, between dreams and the empty years ahead,
searching for forgiveness, in the miles I have yet to wearily tread.



Details | Light Poetry | |

soft strength

pleasure leaks as your sweet harmony joins my vicious endeavors, a new genre for your love streams, my manhood elevates your passion capturing your emotions' allow me to bury my transgressions please rescue me from my intentions. purify my soul open my eyes to a love untold', conquer my heartbreak align my romance with the deepest parts of your fears, catapult my ambitions unmask my ignorance sweet dear for the sweet edge of my sword of bravery admires my prideful gain.


Details | Free verse | |

Whispers in the Wind

Whispers in the Wind
Written by Adam M. Snow

Entrance me with your tune,
that gentle voice of yours.
Those sway ardent winds of harmony,
an echoed symphony of your life;
each word is wrapped in rhapsody,
flowing with the wind.

Your gentle voice, a breeze;
your whisper -- so angelically,
echoes throughout the world.
I hear it among the wind.
I hear it over the thunder of my beating heart.
I hear it calling to me.

We travel separate roads of life,
I got lost a time or two -- perhaps more.
Your voice helped me along the way;
your whispers in the wind,
echoes of sweet harmony,
it guided me back to you.

I want to hear it once more,
the melody of your voice.
Let it get lost among the wind;
(that sway ardent winds of harmony)
and have it find the heart within my ear.

Let your words etch itself upon my beating heart,
let them live forever upon my heart,
its beats won't fade the memory,
of what you've left in me.
Let them breath through my lungs.
Let me inhale your love;
it's sweet nectar to my soul,
an aroma sweet.

I hear it within a dream;
it brings me peace;
that caring voice of yours.
A stage whisper in the wind;
that soothing beat -- an interval,
an echoed symphony among the wind.

Those treacherous words of love,
"I do" and "love you"
forever in my mind,
forever in my heart.
Forever lingering on -- a song;
your whisper in the wind,
an echo -- a sweet echo.
©Copyright 2014 http://amsnow.weebly.com


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Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


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Saturday Rain in Johannesburg

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…


…With sighs of torrential passion,
the heavens shower teardrops,

weeping with me,
as memories of you come cascading back,

skin on skin, ablaze,
moist kisses, fiery,
gentle whispers of undying love, murmured,

in another life, another time,

far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair,
wallowing in the grime.

…

The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,

tasting the salt on my lips,

I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips,

between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,

before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude,

wounded as a wingless dove,

bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude


Details | Free verse | |

IT

IT
 
IT started with ‘once upon a time’
IT happened without any warning
Oh… Your tough-loving tangerine 
seeped right into my dry defenseless lips
the sweet surf of your song
……………………………………………………across my petals
 
Sips of your surging saltiness
your smooth passing… tempting
your dreamy entrance… enticing
you bite me with your cold surprise
……………………………………………………in my Oasis

Your purple dream… my cavity
Your forbidden skies … my universe
Your careless smile … my sanctity
Your forest blood … my curse

………………suave
………………………swizzling
…………………..evolving
…………….volcanic
…………………….poisonous
 
……………..and 
…………………..I didn’t
……………………………want IT 
……………………..to ever 
………………..end………

By Z


Details | Free verse | |

Our War

With every arrow thrown from the lips of her moan,
I yield only an echo of the capture.
I am lost in the reverie of our war.
The thrashing salted in sweet devour
held deeply in breaths of charred lungs.
Nothing is as sweet as this destruction,
the arc of her back against my hips,
the jolting river of united frustration.
We delve into a sacred corruption,
and create a tempest to settle the 
wake of day.
-James Kelley 2013 All rights reserved.


Details | Couplet | |

Levitas

Moon Maiden a-setting, enveloping Solaris;
Crater's a-sealing in the signing Polaris.
Aphrodite's Celeste from Alpha to Omega;
Zeus arriving in the beauty of Vega.
Flowing champagne, supernova musters;
Jupiters' becoming inside universal clusters.
Riding upon The Big Dipper's gravitation;
Luminous Milky way's guiding navigation.
Meteorite colliding into Saturn's rings;
A passionate showering, shooting comet brings.
Andromeda's ascendant, parachuting stars;
Crash-landing within the tastings of Mars.
Uranus azure entwine Neptune's sapphire heart;
Phobos and Deimos kiss on Earth's Lunas' part.
Mercury communing, Pluto platonic;
Catastrophic ecstasy gathering, atomic.
Interplanetary Venus imploding, explores;
Intergalactic Jove exploding, implores.
Dusking Asteroids' dawning on Auriga's course;
Surrenderings spent on the Trojan Horse.

© June 2nd 2013


Details | Romanticism | |

Languish Not, My Love

(The Song of Solomon 7: 10-13)



Oh Languish Not, My Love … My Love, Oh Languish Not
For I Bring The Nourishment of The Nectar You Forgot

Oh My Love, Languish Not … Languish Not My Love
& You Will Taste The Sweet Fluid-Juice & Pulpy-Fruit Thereof

For The Pleasure of A Garden
Passion-Rose For You Still Grows
And I Will Keep You Replete
Within Its Tantalizing-Throes

With Touches, So Translucent & Tender
Oh My Love  – I Will Fill You
With Every Delicacy On Desire’s Trays 
I Will Bear This Gift & Thrill You

For Here Is The Banquet of Red Wine Kisses
 & Lips Breathing Sweetly Close
Oh Feast Your Eyes On & Eat The Offered
Trust & Flesh & Heart of Me Exposed

Oh Languish Not, My Love … My Love, Oh Languish Not
& With My Tongue, I’ll Help You Drink Each Delicious Drop

Oh My Love, Languish Not … Oh Languish Not, My Love
& Feast On My Attention But Starved For Affection We’ll Shove

Oh Languish Not, My Love … My Love, Oh Languish Not
For I Will Soothe & Strengthen Any Waiting & Weak Spot

Oh My Love, Languish Not … Languish Not My Love
For I Fill & Feel Your Form – As Do Hand To Glove

Oh Languish Not, My Love … My Love, Oh Languish Not
For Here Is The Heated Honey of Our Fondue &Flame Pot

Oh My Love, Languish Not … Oh Languish Not, My Love
… Now Come Feed & Take Your Fill – ‘Til You Have Tasted Enough


           Written & ©:  7/2/2013

              By:  The MoonBee


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A Hollow Shell

a hollow shell
of tangled synapses
sparked into gradual madness
which drowns out the truths of the day
as the mind reeks of the rotten sad moments
that swirl in the rancid soup of forgotten dreams
dreams that once traced a gentle path of innocence
dreams that reached for pure love’s tender touch
dreams now paralysed but once vivaciously alive
what became of those fresh dreams and hopes
as they lie mustily on dusty bookshelves
torn into shreds by time’s fine scimitar
devoid of the touch of raw passion
when all that remains of love is
a hollow shell


Details | Rhyme | |

PLAY-BOY 2

You know why I run game? It's 'cause I'm a player
I'm the night in shining armor, she's a dragon, I'm gon' slay her
That means when I beat it up, I'm gonna kill it
Tell her keep our business to herself, don't spill it
Can't follow directions, then it's on to the next
Hope you get the message, not talking 'bout a text

Plenty of fish in the sea, you gotta' use the right bait

Move fast, early bird gets the worm, don't be late

I'm a player, I attract all types of women

Get 'em all wet, like they're going swimmin'

Switch 'em up, more than I do my clothes

Got a different chick at all of my shows

Can't choose, there's too many to pick from

I beat that thing up like banging on a drum

Like fishes in water, I got 'em hooked

Chicks galore, schedule's filled, like a library I'm booked

We're in the bed more than hospital patients

Take my time, make sure she's satisfied, I got patience

They call me the Hulk, all I do is smash

It's a hit-and-run, not talking 'bout a car crash

Call it the thing on the side of your bed, one-night-stand

Kinda' like a hit TV show, I'm on demand


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The unsung song

I have a song in my heart, 
that has yet to be given notes.
Notes that should kiss piano keys,
and give wings to grace.
Commit wind to pass over
tender chords, and reveal
her beauty to the world.
She inspires tones that 
whisper in my mind.
She alone can sing them.
Only her voice will do.
-James K 2013, All rights reserved.


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Whispering to the Earth

I watched her fall,
a piece of me collided
right along side.
And for a moment,
I wanted to subside just 
a little further
so i could whisper to the Earth.
Thank you for bringing us here.
-James Kelley 2013 All rights reserved.


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The Tears of the Clown


The Tears of the Clown


A veil of smiles,
worn effortlessly.

Tuning out the blurring din,
alone in the cackling throng,

never hoping to belong,
though pining to fit-in.


Peeling off the thin facade,
feeling the pained charade,
melting into the dim parade.


Trickling effortlessly down,
over the strained contours,

of a spurious laugh,

the tears of the clown,

rehearsed, rehashed,

form an unending cold stream,
dissolving the lingering traces,

of this simple boy's dream



Details | Free verse | |

Birth

There was nothing but death in the room,
Fleeting skeletons, dancing to their own doom.
But in her eyes…
A beating heart sang quietly.
Waiting for something to
beckon hope forward.
In that moment,
her vision was my only 
anchor to the world around me.
Without her,
I would have fell straight
through,
and then lied to myself 
for years. Living a life
of misshapen conformity,
never realizing I was free
from the burden I’ve always 
held so fondly.
I could finally be.
And she wanted to 
show me how.
Sure that we could do it together.
All I had to do was take her
hand and breathe for the first time.
Finally,
I could be alive.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved


Details | Romanticism | |

Sing to me My Love

The sun has risen and we still in the chamber den,
listening to the bluebirds sing love songs
and the rushing of the stream outside our window.
Life has awaken and we still hibernating and still in love;
giving each other kisses and cuddling close together,
to where our hearts kept warm forever.
Sing to me my love and I shall close my eyes,
and hear passionate lyrics roll off the base of your tongue
and speak your lovely, red lips the words of passion and love.

Sing to me my love
a song to make the bluebirds shed a tear,
to make the prancing deer come up to our front step,
to make the wolves howl at the silvery-laced moon,
to make the mountains grow higher to touch heaven's gates,
to make the rushing water in the streams lead to the seas.
Sing to me my love, oh sing to me.

Love rushes and the birds fly together,
high up above in heaven's blue skies,
and the rushing waters provide charity to the thirsty deer.
Sing to make the flowers grow in our garden,
and sing to make my heart skip a beat,
and I shall hold you in my arms,
sitting by a rich flame, which warms us up,
and I shall sing in return.

Love, my dear, love is all we need together,
we are beauty in nature,
as we sing our songs together,
harmony is what turns the world round and round.
Sing to me my love
and we shall love more than any lover loved another.
Love me, my dear, love me,
and listen to the angels in heaven's grace and glory
sing a chorus of sweet music to our ears,
and we shall sleep together and forever,
and the sun shall rise again,
the birds shall sing,
and we shall sing along with them
in love forever, my dear.

.12.18.2013


Details | Rhyme | |

My Pretty Little Secret

She’s my pretty little secret, locked up in my heart

She keeps the sensations flowing to every body part

Together we work naturally, and effortlessly as one

Making things happen, a little business then alotta fun

There’s no other, that my secret wants to be kept by

Gotta hold on to her, she’s bad like a sinful lie

What we have is the truth, something we’ll forever share

To each other we stay true, to do opposite, we wouldn’t dare

This secret constantly sticks with me, like the feeling of guilt

Been holding it in for too long, so much anxiety is being built

I'm lucky to know her, she makes me feel rich, does a lot for me

She’s one of a kind, and real special, so I call her lottery

The thought of my secret, creates an eruption deep down

Everyday I’m yearning to tell her, “Baby I’m in town”

She a little secret, but far bigger than the average size

Communicates with mother nature, can make the sun rise

Can make the dying tree blossom, and the smiling cloud weep

Knows all the right moves to make, even during her sleep

Always keeping me relaxed, and doing things I cannot say

Got me all loose, focused, and ready for the next day

Everything keeps on getting better, got her in my life

Ready to produce some secret kids, make her my secret wife

When we’re alone, each second is a thousand minutes in all

If there’s anything on my mind, she’s the one I would call

Can let out all my intense feelings, she’s not one to judge

Supporting and forgiving, she won’t ever hold a grudge

My ways of thinking and loving, have all been rearranged

She makes my world do flips and turns, all one big crazy ride

Royal, important, and lucky, how she makes me feel inside

To get rid of this secret, is equivalent to being a fool

When my fire’s burning, she does nothing but keep it cool

I can grab her hand, take her to the stars and the moon

But she can play with time, have my midnight flipped to noon

Magnificent in every way she is, no better does it get

Nothing can be compared to her, my pretty little secret


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Axis Mundi

This axis mundi,  rotates,    
   within and outside the veils
I remember walking with you  
 and how we manifested anything we agreed upon
leaving us both slackjawed and yet     
                            not completely surprised...
you called me “My Heart”...because yours,
you said...  could no longer feel...
So I felt for both of us   
 
I met you on the other side of the veils    
 where we were once enjoined....  that is a crisp trip      
    to release..  ... a burning ache
You were thunder and I, feral...
but we are imprisoned   
 in time.......  and this is not our time
...yet I feel you always      
within the veil....
because there
  we are two hearts sharing one soul...
 
I remember speaking with your tongue,
Hearing your whisper within an echo
Of a voice that could shatter the sky
Of any other world;
The beauty of our resonance
Created stars as the ancients
Broke apart.
And their light swam into eyes
That told our story.
Over, and over again;
They channeled the percussion
Of a singular, and yet harmonic
Carapace.
While we danced behind the veil.
 
It was lifetimes,
one incarnation after another
before I found you..
the other half of Us... entwined   
 inextricably as One...
We are  heart cells in the depth of the Creator..
 
In the corridors of time
flesh is the individuation   
that has separated us.
 
Hard to believe
     we chose this...  
   and all we have forgotten..
yet I remember always..
that I am the design  upon the fingerprint
   that is our essence
and you are the flesh and bone of Us
 
 This separateness is the ache,
I can only find solace within you
 
  and so I accept the emptiness of your absence  
  only assuaged in the knowing
that this hunger will be quenched
on the other side of the veils...    
where there is no division
 
  On this side, within time and space...we walk alone..,
 
“But with the power of epoch’s eclipse,
This flesh will rot, and the boundaries
Between us will break apart;
      The stars in our eyes will meet again.”
 
       “Our song, will be forever sung.”
 
-Katherine Wyatt and James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


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An 02h00 Scribble

a 2:00 AM scribble...

'twas but a lifetime ago
when she floated as if in a dream

when the whistling winds
called out her name

while the truth was revealed
of her love supreme

she walked into the barren landscape of my world

and carved-up an exclusive place

excising the pain as the standard of love fluttered in the breeze once it was unfurled

she walked into the solitary vacuum of a heart rendered mute

instilling in that heart a passion that became impossible to refute

a passion blazing with renewed belief

with solitude consigned to the shadows

and despair shunned into the night like an scurrying thief

her touch was gentle, her manner warm and light

her love an endless sea of possibility

washing up against the shores of my moonless night

and when that burst of colour came through

like a dozen rainbows in the monsoon twilight

her face like a revelation shone

as I silently, in awe, gazed at that miraculous sight

and though a lifetime ago it seems

she regularly dances between the cotton-wool clouds of my dreams

and she infuses my each and evey moment with a love so strong

that effortlessly soothes me knowing that I belong

in the haven of her warm embrace

as I gaze lovingly 
at her wondrous face

and into those eyes that pull me closer into the ocean of desire

while my spirit soars up into the heavens, ever so higher

it takes but a moment with her to know

that these feelings shall prevail

for they diminish not, as they continually grow

spawning a paradisical garden of emotion and love

and being entwined in her arms seems like a gift from above

for here is where I always hope to be

anchored safely by her side, and not adrift in the emptiness of the vast lonesome sea

so allow me to thank thee
for the lifeline you cast as I lay drowning in thought

and for being the treasure trove of love that I have always sought

so stay well, sweet one
and remember me once or twice in a moon of blue

and know forever that these scribbled words

are deeply felt and forever shall be, eternally true...




Details | Light Poetry | |

The Perfect Present Poem

The Perfect Words
The Perfect Rhyme
The Perfect Telling
The Perfect Time

The Perfect Reading
… Right Length of Line
A Perfect Painting
… Right Frame of Mind

I Lost My Nerve
… Took Days Finding
Until I Saw
The Heaven’s Signing …

A Redbird’s Rainbow
and Blue Skies Shining
Spoke, What Heart Wrote
As Hope’s Notes – Rose Flying

I Love You - - - I Love You!
Nevermore A-Denying
To Live Without You
Is Like Slow-Coals Dying

Truth Reached & Touched
Wrapped In Your Arms
With Warm, Wonderful Whispers
Sent With Candy-Kissed Charms

But Not Too Little
And Not Too Sweet
Or Too Long Or Strong
… Just A Passion … Complete

A Composed Tray
Bearing This Poem
of Token Affection
In Confession’s Storm

In Total Trust
and Triumph Tender
This One Gift I Hope …
You Return To Sender


        Written & © :  6/9/2013

            By:  The MoonBee


Details | Romanticism | |

Oh if She was like a Love Song

Oh she so beautiful,
like a love song
sung only by the most lovely of voices
of angels who fly overhead
watching down over us all;
and she shall smile so bright,
it shall outshine the sun, stars and the moon.

Oh if she was a love song, I
say if she was a love song
that reminds you of the old days
when smiles and warm embraces
were on every corner,
she will be the most lovely of love songs.

If she were such a love song,
that uplifts the heart in the deepest of sorrow
and sadness, then her smile,
shall indeed brighten an already darkened soul.
Hold her in my arms,
and love her, as she sings to me
such a beautiful love song.
Love her forever,
till the end of times,
shall I never leave her side,
for she is my little love song.

.12.18.2013.


Details | I do not know? | |

Night

night falls
wounded by the days' plight

night consumes
all the hopeful fractured splinters of light

night recedes
into its desolate lair

night extinguishes
the roaring furnace of despair

night hides
from a bubbling desire reaching out to feel

night flees
leaving the jilted to bow down and kneel

night soars
breaking the chains of isolation

night rots
in the cellars of time's vacuum of desolation

night devours
the travails of the day that has past

night mends
the wounds that once were doomed to last

night returns 
faithfully as the day must retire

night settles
the doomed voices that mutter and conspire
night consoles
the weary mind and the restless heart so torn
night placates
knowing that night itself is darkest just before a new dawn

so

night freezes
all snapshots of the passing day

as

night embraces
the new while the old simply fades away


Details | Free verse | |

Super Element

O, Uranium
O, mighty Uranium.

If love had a chain reaction like yours,
our hearts would all end up with flaming mushrooms
of compassion and desire; our adrenaline of passion would
rush such that they would light up cities; two people exposed
to each other as they hold each other's arms, would make a romantic fission
that would light the night light summer day!


Details | Free verse | |

vanishing song

she lay in the vanishing sunlight
vulnerable and beautiful
she was as lovely as dreams
she gave herself to me with her heart full of desire's dark romance
with her heart full of the magic of love's tenderness
it was then i knew at long last what it was to be loved
she played a fragment of her song
its beauty like a setting sun on a deep blue sea
and then i knew what it was like to breath once more
like i never knew what it meant to be alive
until her song played
until all my sorrows had vanished in her arms
so she played her song for me all night
it was sweet as a tropical night wind
full of promise and beauty
like this daydream of her soft hand in mine
warms my heart
till her song vanishes


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WARNING: Soppy Love Scribble

Walk with me,
in this lonely world,

where hearts are casually broken,
and kind words rarely spoken.

Take my hand,
on this highway of brittle glass,

where love is traded like blue-chip shares,
and bank-balances are coveted as priceless wares.

Smile with me,
as we walk hand in hand,

as the ocean tickles our toes on the cool beach sand.

Smile with me,
and I shall smile too,

we may not have much,

but you will have all of me,

and I will have all of you.


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Love, Mania, and Verse

Love, Mania, and Verse

The pendulum swings,
while the mania in my head,
strips me bare and yanks me,
into the cauldron of love.

Once again,
never divining the tea leaves,
knowing, always knowing,
the gnawing knots of unease,
that curl into a fist.

My isolation is a shield,
a suit of armour,
tightly clad around my self,
once worn,
then discarded,
taking its place,
on my barren shelf.

Love, mania and verse,
coalesce, beseeching me,
with timeous forewarning,
not to tread into the quicksand,
that slippery bog of promise.

Yet,
in times past,
in moments present,
tis' that very promise,
that I cling to.

At times I lose,
myself in the crowd,
rebelling in the solitude found there,

at times I claw,
my way back to the now,
aching for the pain that stings,

the buried voice that sings,
dirges to forgotten emotions,

scribbled verse that flings,
the toys out of my cot,

while I wait,
for the mania to stop,

knowing,
always knowing,
that it shall be,

merely a matter of time,
before the other shoe,
must, as always, 
drop.


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Vacuum

Callously discarding,

talismans of heart and soul,

hastily scorching all bridges,

in a supernova burying me whole,

retreating into emptiness,

no salvation to be found,

sins too many to absolve,

drowning, in a freshly
dug hole in the cold ground.

Hollow, empty, barren desolation closes in,

asphyxiating me,

within the walls of my dismal room,

sinking into the abyss,

disappearing, fading, lost forever,

inside an emotionless,

vacuum