I beseech the sun to undress the stars,
I invite the waves to drink up the sea,
I propose that wars heal their battle-scars,
I define our loneliness: you plus me.
My reality doesn’t match my wants,
My desires don’t matter. I must receive
What my life has produced as jokes and taunts,
What my wilderness conjures up her sleeve.
confess to me , O cupid prince , lost cause ~
bowing before eve's bare butterflies,
as tonight i confront your kiss,
heartbeat of harvested heat,
pulsing moon magnifique ~
where we wake within
the wrinkled wish of
burgundy
blushed bliss ~
drenched
with
drizzling
damask dreams
of sea-swept hours;
let the lace of want
weep wilderness in the
rise of lonely nadir where,
I beseech the sun to undress
the stars and twirl with satanic sighs…
if I am your refrain, let my name burn
dear, aphrodisiac tears of sunset ~
see how I break, 'neath neon nimbus,
hold me close in sultry sirens ,
tempt me… tame these twilight tints
tantalise me… once more
until the honest
halcyon of life
weeps wayward
with the
hush
of
unhealed
hoax , amidst
hurt homesickness…
tortured by the taste
of your touch, locked in love ~
I ache with parched lips of pink…
the soul of barbie stardust ~
as this petal, a l o n e , mourns those musks
drenched in
au revoir rain of last rose dusks…
When we were together you and me,
Our love shone out for all to see.
I knew all of you from top to toe.
I could smell you, I could feel you all day and night and in every dream,
You were there in the breeze, there in the rustling leaves of the trees,
I could see you in the clouds and in the brightest twinkling star.
But in a flash you had gone!
Disappeared with someone new.
The world went black, I was lost, I felt under attack,
I never slept, I never ate,
I resigned myself to any fate.
You were still there, everywhere,
I could see you and smell you, every bit of you that I knew so well.
In dreams I would kiss you and hold you,
Then in the morning I would realize I was just being tortured by the taste of touch.
I had wandered in
~the wilderness of want,~
searching for what or who
might slaughter
my shadows of desolation,
for everywhere I turned,
silhouettes of ghastly gloom
crept up on me,
seeking to swallow my spirit
whole.
Beyond the towering pines,
I chanced to spy
a clearing of lush green grass
and thriving thickets
of woods’ roses.
I imagined their
blushing petals
against my craving skin
and their beauty
filling up my soul.
How I yearned to ~wake
within the rose wilderness.~
and to be touched by
the source of the light
which shone down
all around
and now . . .
I have abandoned
the wilderness of want!
No sinister shadows lurk here
where I’m abiding.
Peace illuminates
this place
where I breathe
sweet blossomed perfume.
Heady with hope,
I revel in reverencing
a radiance
of perfect pearlescence.
In this mid autumn,
I could not imagine to see
Cute roses and flowers,
In uninhabited desert area
In its natural condition
But, that what had happened!
Wonderful neat surprise!
In the wilderness of want
A mirage reflects imagination
Exposing secrets of the heart
Rippling rhythms of sensation.
Even without experience, a heart can find itself
In the wilderness of want - and why?
Humans were designed with the need for mutual love.
One can't avoid this inbuilt force however hard one tries!
"What is a ripple without its rhythm?"
When "Tortured by the taste of Touch"
Those ripples pulsate their rhythm through
Something special the heart needed very much.
"Tortured by the taste of Touch"
Of something pure and true
Aching for the impossible return
Of what I had with you.
"Tortured by the taste of Touch"
Of how relationships should be.
Ripples wave rhythms of heartache
Ghosted by certain friends and family...
In the wilderness of want
You know you're still alive.
Rhythmless ripples run flat
And Tortured Touch you can survive.
"What is a ripple without its rhythm?"
Let it be your determination
To fight on through disappointments
To become an inspiration.
When "Tortured by the taste of Touch"
You will find out in the end
That the hurts are well worth conquering -
They teach you how to be a true friend!
"Wake within the Rose Wilderness,"
with the sky of pinks as this day closes.
"I beseech the sun to undress the stars,"
as the moon comes over the crest.
"If I am your refrain, let my name burn,"
in the morning light as the sun climbs out of bed.
"Tortured by the taste of Touch,"
today will the hot sun burn me once more?
"What is a ripple without its rhythm?"
Like the daily sun without the nightly moon.
What is a ripple without its rhythm,
or the whisper of a song, without a melody?
What of...silent thought without expression
~ do they still travel through time and space,
to lap a shore, to echo somewhere,
and draw a tear?
Or....the light that travels millions of years,
until we see what is ~ no longer there...
Does anything ever die and end in
our eyes only, or
is it reflected back...and return
to...nothing?
Except a wilderness of want,
where only faith resides...
Light travels through a vacuum,
and sound does not, and why
it is the most precious gift to share...
I would walk when the snow is quiet,
when the trees stand still
and the ground is untouched.
I would not fear the cold.
Winter has taught me
that even empty places
can hold life.
I would walk past the places
that sheltered me before,
step into the snow,
and follow the trail only I could see.
My scars and my steps already tell the story.
The wild already knows.
I have survived every season
that tried to make me disappear.
give me the wilderness
fox, deer, beaver, skunk
moss, mushrooms, violets
maybe a small stark cabin
like Thoreau
rustic and remote
with electricity and internet access
Between Elsewhere and Now
Whenever I wander into the wilderness,
Nature opens like a quiet hymn.
Light trembles on the mountain’s edge,
And the lake holds the sky in stillness.
All feels complete—
Yet somewhere within,
A subtle voice begins to stir,
Calling me back to waiting walls.
There are hours unfinished,
Duties breathing in silent rooms.
But when I return to that familiar space,
My spirit loosens—drifting again
To the lake beneath green heights,
Where time forgets its hurried name.
Though routine gathers around my days,
That distant calm flows through my thoughts.
Why does the present slip so softly away?
Why can I not anchor myself in the now?
Of all the labors life requires,
This is the most delicate and severe—
To remain fully present
Where I stand.
Winds blow in the Meadowlands
Flowers bloom as bright,
The sun warms the land;
Oh, that angelic light.
A fox is seen roaming;
Eagles flying high;
A bear is fishing by the creek
A deer is watching by.
The freshness of the morning spring;
The greenery of the trees;
Ah, you can smell the freshness
amongst that morning breeze.
Untouched and full of nature,
A land full of life;
All is natural in that grand land
So pure and so precise
Stuck in the sands of time
(The beauty of life)
Where to go to wrest life’s conflicts,
that somewhere, someplace to recuse?
When one feels that within’s without
and ere conclusion, now confused.
My parents taught me, “Find the Wild,”
and use it as mine own compass.
Oft I’ve journeyed back within
and found a troubl’d soul’s solace.
But for our own, we’ve not bequeathed
a comparable cultural meme.
Where shall our kids find themselves?
Where shall they go to self-redeem?
For our largess is numbing tech,
mere distractions of compute.
Will our children find the switch
to effect their own soul’s reboot?
It doesn't pay to be nice when
Asking for nothing in return.
Maybe there are people who just
Don't like kindness out of
The goodness of one's heart.
Whether it's something given or
Words that are spoken.
Like many people I am not perfect,
but I do have feelings.
Being friendly or saying friendly
Things is no longer a good thing.
It would be better to stay silent and
Wonder why while moving on in life.
My late, younger sister told me once
That you should always forgive
But never forget.
We live in the wilderness
surrounded by awesome trees
cherry blossom trees, oak trees, willow trees
and evergreen trees to name a few.
We live in the wilderness
surrounded by the mountains
tall and mighty looking mountains
full of hopes, dreams and goals
We live in the wilderness
surrounded by the ocean
the beautiful blue green ocean
full of fish and whales and other marine wildlife
We live in the wilderness
full of birds, deer, rabbits, raccoons and bears
to name a few of the wildlife
We live in the Wilderness
so lets do our part
to look after the wonderful wilderness
that we live in
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