"Life isn't measured in minutes, but in heartbeats." ~ Joan Lowery Nixon
Meeting you opened up the skies,
Days passed by without any cares,
I was lost in the mists of your eyes,
You answered so many prayers.
Everything felt perfect and free,
Leashed to your dusk and your grace,
I believed you were meant for me,
But you left—I missed your embrace.
Even though my heartbeat is broken,
To meet again would soothe the pain,
My heart still yearns for love unspoken,
Burn me with your love poison in vain.
My search will go on forever,
I will find you beyond the stars,
Someone like you I’ll find never,
My heart still beats behind its bars.
So my days will come to an end,
Where the sky drifts into the sea,
My oath is one I will not bend,
There you’ll find what remains of me.
Leashed to your dusk,
I journey with you into your night.
I see the monsters you fight,
and I understand the rhythm of your evenings.
I journey with you to the field at twilight,
Where you sing spiritual songs.
We enter an ethereal realm,
a place where broken wings are mended.
We walk by the shore in the twilight glow,
your smile like a thousand watts brightening a dark alley.
My tortured mind finds calmness,
and my troubled heart emerges from the depths of darkness.
I will find you beyond the stars,
when time has greyed us,
when we’re separated at the twilight of days,
Becoming bodies of rays.
June 20, 2026.
Leashed to your dusk,
a husk of exhausted Day,
lambent love spirit musk
musing richly into our fresh foreplay,
I surrender to seduction angellically savage,
aggressively aplomb, precisely laced
around the base of my homage
to Your fearless conquest confessed,
Submission not as weakness,
rather a devotion to ache alive
as a diamond born in smoldering pumice,
My heart longing like lightning reaching for sky,
You please Me for pure domination,
to own my desire raw and refined for You,
Your neck in my grip of affection,
Your hold on Me ruthlessly true...
J.A.B.
In the mist of your eyes I so adore
Burn me with your love poison evermore
I will find you beyond the stars and moon
For us two it will be a honeymoon.
Leashed to your dusk for eternity
Where the sky drifts into ecstasy
There will always be me and you
Together forever in a love so true.
We will rise together hand in hand
To the enchanted promised land
Our hearts will beat entwined in harmony
Together forever in ecstasy.
There we’ll explore the Lords heavenly shore
Watch angels sing and dance to one’s awe
See bluebirds swooping above a rainbow
Join dancing daffodils, golden yellow.
By angels then we would be kindly asked
To live in Heaven, up above the stars
Who could resist an honour such as this
Heat of the heartbeat, we’d take as a gift.
Can you see me here, my dear?
I wane like an autumn day,
and ~leashed to your dusk~
I fade . . . .
So sadly I’m fading away.
You are my sun, the only one,
my everything for me.
You vanish warmth, and trembling
I stand
~where sky drifts into sea.~
Each time you leave, I grieve.
For sunrise I then yearn.
~I will find you beyond
the stars~
if by dawn you do not return.
"Do people really change or just the date on the calendar that really changes???" By Poet
"In the mists of your eyes,"
I found raw passion.
As I talk to you,
you "Burn me with your love poison."
I cannot go on like this,
you are tearing me apart.
I hope one day,
"I will find you beyond the stars."
In a peaceful and loving world,
as we live separately.
Maybe we were not meant to be together,
just sailing on the blue waters.
"Where the sky drifts into the sea,"
where we both can find ourselves.
I will let you go now.
"Leashed to your dusk."
"In the mists of your eyes"
I see your pain.
My heart will wait patiently
For you to love again.
In the heat of the heartbeat,
In your numbness, I'll remain
"Leashed to your dusk"
Standing with you in the rain.
I assure you "I will find you
Beyond the stars"
How ever unreachable
You think you are.
In the palm of depression
And the grip of grief
My love is with you in the process
And in the time of your relief.
It may be that for now
You feel you can't reciprocate.
But I know who you are
And my love for yours can wait.
And should you feel far flung
To "where the sky drifts into the sea"
In the heat of every heartbeat
You know that's where I'll be.
At one time long ago,
we stood on the beach
as lovers do
looking into each other's eyes.
In the mists of your eyes.....
I could see the hue of the oceans blue,
and the beauty that surrounded us,
but now I must look up in the sky........
There I will find you beyond the stars,
gazing at the endless clouds,
looking for God and asking why--
why was I taken from her arms so soon?
knowing that you will always be in my heart,
on my mind and on my lips
I press on.
Where the sky drifts into the sea,
I will see you there,
waving with a smile
Leashed to your dusk
of amber and amethyst
awaiting my arrival.
The songs I urge for,
hold the heaviness you breathe in to me,
How you paint poetic parallel pieces,
in a porcelain poison photography,
Place the gate of my fingers,
on your chaotic contradictions,
Let them explore vigorously
Beneath and beyond the boundaries of what could be,
In a room full of our piercingly powerful dreams,
Let us be the object to these unfinished tasks
taken to treat our new found ecstasy,
So choose us, between hell and earth.
and with fire, flirt with my demons
that profusely starve for you,
Bursting into our very own heaven ,
written from the tales of our souls,
Carve me, for I too have held wounds,
Hurt me , because you hurt too,
Shall we sing our pain
in an unstoppable sonata?
I see the beauty in the orchestra,
It’s untamable, yet leashed,
Irresistible, although weak,
You are a dangerous dare,
I could never share,
The addiction , your words
have brought on to me.
Jailbirds
Wards of the state
Who isn’t irate at the system
And does what they have to do
If they can?
Each
Us all
Enslaved
To luck
I am leashed with mittens to my dog
Whom I walk retired in the winter
Park
The young men have chainsaws
Shackled to their bare hands
Cutting back the bush
Elvis sings Blue Christmas to my ears
They
Have the bitter wind
Breaking the tiniest of sticks
Any of us could run free
Fleeting
As it would be
So we obey
Hoping the best for one another
That kind of defiance
That kind of wave
Whatever it takes to survive
Passing by
On Christmas Eve.
Silently,while soft rain drums on zinc in sorrowed streets,
My soul kneels where she once stood,my gal, my need,my nevermore.
crying droplets chant in syllables of her smile-sweet, small,
Silvered syllables sipping across haze and humiliation.
Her mother-a Mount Olympus of ten thousand frustrations-
mouths malice in midday markets,
sparking sparks of spite,her words whipping like wet rope.
Her uncle,a dog trainer with a dog chain in his hand,a dog's dark echo,
unchains his hate,barking at the boy he thinks too poor to dream.
I still see her ebony eyes in puddles, trembling,
telling tales of thunder,
''my township Romeo From Another Earth And Sky, ''they breathe,
be brave-Ill come back from another earth and sky
not this world of man''
But love is leashed to their lies
and the leash tears her heart before she can run.
Now I rap my requiem-
rhymes for rain,rhythm for regret,
Heartbeats hammered into-half remembered hope.
She died of a broken vow-not hers,
but the world of a world that kills its kindest loves.
Rain don't remember her name,
but I do-every drop spells my gal.
Soft syllables,same sorrow,same song,
for the gals the gods forgot to guard.
You were T
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A e R
N O
C H
v
When reality was unmoored and adrift
When life’s harshest winds ripped a rift
When ominous clouds loomed overhead
When anger leashed gloom tinged red
You were a ( ( (( VOICE )) ) ) of reason
When kindness and healing was sparse
When probable friendships were a farce
You gave me hope, you kept me grounded
When rebound of love’s alarms sounded
You are a J
E W E
L of the sea
A whirling tsunami washed you ashore
A precious rock, I’d come to adore
Like colorful sea glass, I’m eased by you
A gem of a gift gallant and true
A treasured heart about to unfurl
I’m destined to be your pearl of a girl
It was a perfect day, a sunny golden day.
I felt the gentle sweep of easy breezes,
the music of the wind.
It was my daily stroll around the neighborhood,
my daily clarity.
It was there, and then I beheld the cat,
the leashed Siamese cat, prowling and smelling.
A man clutched this leash, seeming absorbed,
seeming preoccupied by cat rubbing and sniffing,
cat prowling and surveying land and sky.
Never had I witnessed a leashed cat.
This was a way we controlled and humanized dogs.
Cats were always wilder, less human, and freer.
My usual steps brought me nearer to
the cat on a leash. The owner had his back to me,
he seemed unaware of my approach.
But Siamese cat offered me a predatory stare,
ready to pounce on my flopping shoelaces.
I knew then my shoes were doomed,
my laces would soon die.
No, I couldn’t stop laughing.
Birds
Rabbits
Red tailed hawks
Little chipmunks
Gorgeous butterflies
Feral cats cute kittens
Crazy tiny fast squirrels
Most majestic cool dragonflies
Some dogs leashed other dogs unbridled
Silent but smart, steady and swift barn owls
Animals creating euphoria
Compassionately loving partners
Nature's eloquent beautiful
Serene equilibrium
Like roseate brushstrokes
Upon heart's canvas
Humanity
Harmony
Cherish
Life
it twas evereth the 14th
and ladle had stilled consequence
perceptive decorum and froth's
constable would, could naught
cold heart and battled fart
bequeath to thee
a brothersome free
door and locksey
leashed a board in mercy
a wait, as bait, beside boyhood fate
to undress against
shallowed peasant
four returned to Ireland
bedside and tired
blankets paging in grass
ant's weary temperment at gas
a home a key
a star left he
the all might and his coward
to run the knights
round to Britain
i and i only minors scribes
have told in telling
of poor bottoms swelling
I'm the cells cavern
An orchestrated advance
The corridor the call
The snip the fall
Interior design in might
Out of castled walls flight
Terror in known streets
Publication and ceremony in defeat
They will have had we Rome
And no thing at door
Battle as framers wools
The third wall of a fine ants parish
Forward the Chinese admiral
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