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Meet Me Half Way




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Who Is The Poet

The poet is the language,the mystery in monalisa's smile The brush of Caravaggio,and palette of Vangogh He is the sonnet of Mozart and symphony of Bach The tragedy of Shakespeare,and Pablo's saddest verse He is the Danube in waltz and swan lake in ballet The renaissance of fervent passion,and remnants of last breaths He is the dilemma between immoral,spiritual and sane He is the shadow of deed,the ombra of sin The fantasy,desire,illusion,and the inward sigh birthed from night's aurora He is an outward cry setting in the horizon,in an ocean of tidal waves The poet is the dreamer of a non-existent affair He is the hope,the doubt,the fable,the fairytale,of a mortal reality He is the clown,the living metaphor,the voice escaping ,returning to a hypocratic,demanding world. He is the deceiver of time,a newly wed spouse so loyal to his pen He is the thought which bleeds its petals through fragnant words The poet is an omnipotent servant,with a will to ask and crave to learn He is a philosopher whose always an amateur in the pursuit of wisdom. He is an eternal slave to his muse,addicted to the beverage of inspiration He knows no lapses in all that is scandolous,royal,or sacred He is the artist,musician,actor,and clairvoyant of undestined paths He is the clay's cheap mold carved in the refined sculpture of next century The poet is an unfinished book,each chapter scribbled in yesterday An empty page,still to be filled today,and the worn out bookmark of tomorrow


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Every now and then

Every now and then I come to you a climbing jasmine through the window of your heart a perfumed smile beneath your sheets a sweet scent in waking thoughts an empty porch of swinging dreams Every now an then I come to you a hush-hushed whisper on a restless night a drop of sunshine on winter lips a tender touch upon bare shoulder a yearning moment in ardent kiss Every now and then I come to you a melting snowflake upon your lash a silent breeze tickling your cheek soft gentle wind behind your ear a vivid memory a vision gone a lingered breath which once was here
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The Wind

I am the wind You cannot see me but you can feel me Breezing gently through your hair Brushing slightly across your cheek Whispering softly 'neath your ear I am the wind whirling,howling,roaring blowing fiercely against the desert sand which sifts silently in the hourglass of your soul I will not fail you,nor leave your side till you smell fresh rain again and soak under cascading waterfalls I am the wind extinguishing wild fire which scars the lifeline of your palm I am the wind blowing whimsically in the honey fragrance of each meadow where you lay beneath a half sun I breathe my warmth where your cold fingers gather forget-me-not petals that fall ever so slow with every drip drop of my fluetish tapping sound I am the wind,I will carry you to places ,far I'd tickle your lips with fluttering feathers of early doves which soar above your mirthful past I'd strip your thought bare till I touch that heart I am the wind wafting by your pillowcase I play within your dreams with each seductive move Capturing the hour of a star I linger in the depths of all that once was dark I pour rose- scented zephyr into your night and We would never part,No! We'll never part I am the wind


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These Eyes Have Often Been Solaced

These eyes have often been solaced by twilight's cotton candy pllows moving silently towards a sky's velveteen blanket and angels'silver gowns By gazing over hills to where old country church bells and crickets play harmonious sounds These eyes have often been solaced by honey coloured shadows pouring moonlight zest across the rose plum of my cheek By little antique lamplights which illuminate my soul 's dark cobbled street By winds carrying sea-salts to a fragrant golden sand By tides washing out corals to a distant land These eyes have often been solaced by your return to this vacant room inside my heart By the hush hushed whisper of your voice By the embrace of your arms By the way you love me By the way you need me By the way you want me Like an autumn bonfire before next sunrise'dew fall By the way you lean on me


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Wafting Winds

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Mother and Child

and she said Yesterday,I lived for thoughts and dreams but today I live in my daughter's happiness All my goals I left behind to watch her reach her own All my friends I do not see,to stay with her at home Money might get tight,but what is money compared to pure joy of a child What is money compared to her almond eyes Success lies dormant on shelves for years to come But what is success compared to first giggles to first steps, first mouthfuls and her little grabs Compared to gurgles and babbles to first time she calls me mama and hold on to my hands What is beauty in the world compared to a pearl This innocent child,a coloured coral petite pretty girl Yesterday,I lived for thoughts and dreams But today I live in my daughter's happiness I had my days of wine and chocolate eclaires roses on doorstep,unsigned love letters with spiced cologne and enticing words Today I live in my daughter's shadow To watch her live her own dream I watch her bloom in autumn gardens from princess of hearts become queen Tomorrow I will not be here She might not get to see the white of my hair the wrinkle in my smile But,today she knows I love her long more after petals wither long more after a mother's hug fades long after I shine from the sky.
Dedicated to my beloved Christina with love Happy first birthday wrapped with barney hugs and Winnie the pooh kisses :-$:-|B-)


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Every night

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Your Breath Within Me

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This Gypsy Soul

This gypsy soul is on the road It leaves castles far behind It abandons ghostly mist which sabotages the caravan of life It passes along the mountainside by golden hay fields where daises bloom by stream of waters which sweeps a withered rose towards the decayed lumber flume This gypsy soul is on the road from Edinburgh to Lochlomond against high winds,against the rain against aquatic monsters of pain This gypsy soul is on the road to the woodlands of your heart where I would camp inside your tent as our blissful thoughts impart This gypsy soul within myself and all the woman in me would wantingly await your fingertips to compose soft pastel fantasy The smell of early coffee then fills our empty cups The song of the cicada would echo in the shrubs And as the chimney smoke drift sideways in the breeze as warm dappled light filters through purple pansy leaves The pressing of my lips would leave their crimson mark below your sun- kissed cheek My arms would cling around your once a muscular physique We laze upon a hammock strung between two old oak trees I play on your guitar,my hundred melodies As the incandescent half moon rises above the dusky hue and orange paper lanterns float high in cobalt blue We'd chase the opalescent glow of a million firefly You'd be able to touch me before last embers die This gypsy soul is on the road in search to be set free Across bridges,on a journey your compass-my destiny.


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