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I stood upon the hill and closed my eyes,
And listened to the sound of wind and rain;
My face and hair were wet, my body chilled,
And then I sensed the presence of the Dane.
I turned around and saw him watching me,
And rooted to the spot, I forced a smile -
Although, the hairs were rising on my neck -
As motionless, he watched me all the while.
He wore a helmet, held an axe and shield,
A giant man, with flaxen beard and hair,
The face was hard, his eyes were cold and blue -
I can’t describe the menace in his stare.
It seemed like hours; I stared into that face,
And all the while, consumed by fearful dread;
I knew he meant me harm but couldn’t move -
Oh yes, I would have turned around and fled.
The booming thunder seemed to break the spell;
He glowed - then disappeared, as lightning flashed;
Though sceptics laugh and say I’d drank too much,
I’d found the place the Viking’s gold was stashed!
It is there I sat here all alone.
As I think of a woman not here in my arms.
There my love lingers in blues.
As I fill the emptiness of my soul down deep.
It's there my heart longs for love.
As I miss a woman’s love.
It is years that has past since I have felt pure love.
But even more I have never had a first love.
But there I long to be near one to hold.
As I feel I have became a nun with no one to love.
As it is that I am getting none makes me feel alone.
Not having one to touch and show my true heart.
It is there my soul cries for someone to love.
As I think of my pain of not having you here.
It is there it drives me crazy out my mind.
Just thinking of the moments we could share.
As I think of your curves and beauty you portray.
It's there I would love you for hours in the day.
As you would have the best of even foreplay.
That when the time came, you would be wet with excite.
Not just your juices from inside but the sweat that would fall.
As I would taste each flavor all the way to your inner wall.
As the both of us would find a passion of love from inside.
But most of all, we would love of the heart and soul.
As you would know the way you make me feel.
Just by my action and the words I say.
You would know you are love by a true man.
Only to show the same in return.
But there you would feel like never before.
Because I would love you all the way to the floor.
But you would have tingles you could not explain.
Just because it's me there next to you loving in many ways.
It's there I give you my heart forever in life.
If ever that day comes and I make you my wife.
I promise to always fill you with the love and joy in life.
And never forsaking the one I would like to be with for life.
But knowing it is your beauty that I strive each day.
As my heart beats for only you, I dream of the day.
It comes to me in wondrous visions...
when my untroubled consciousness
is at its highest and mellowest peak,
I watch it soar over the gleaming deep.
It's an eagle with strong beaks, keen sight
and long, wide wings that define its entity,
and I hold it very sacred incarnating its spirit:
so courageous, unyielding and stealthy.
If I observe eagles in their environment,
they will definitely impart a stunning truth:
they are as smart, alert and wise as I am;
and if they could talk, I would have a chat.
Is it wrong to confide in an eagle and be alike it?
Mankind has taken away their language with vanity...
by dominating them like other animals who fear them,
and they hide, refusing to communicate in any way.
I entrust my safety to the keenness and shrewdness
of my eagle: watching every movement and step I take,
and it returns with a new message for me to meditate;
and by assuring its survival, it promises me its guidance.
In each dream, a new vision unfolds and more revealing words
are spoken, showing me my destined path in life...the journey
I must take and soar on high as if it were reality, not imagery:
another sky so immense and bright is mine to discover with gladness.
Return eagle, and speak to me through nocturnal dreams...
warning me of threats and dangers from unseen, evil spirits;
I'll incarnate the same spirit, which God breathed into your distinct body,
and in accord with nature, our friendship will propagate more harmony.
All i write is free on here
What captures me
Is a Devonshire ear
Vibes and thoughts
Appear to be
Have we met before
Let me see
Was it the Merrimac
Or Monitor
Her Grandad being
In the Civil War
Reincarnation is just a word
Some believe
Some absurd
Tell me what you want to know
If i was there
My mind will flow
I'll close my eyes
Reveal to you
Are you someone
I once knew
Do not panic
Its only me
I will look around
If you're there
I'll see
You're in my world
No harm to you
My monitors guide you through
Angel 1
One being the best
The Devonshire
Zest.
Here I sit all alone
There you are with him and the feelings between you can no longer grow
For now you may have him to somewhat hold
But it's time to face it and let the truth be told
All you long for is to be in control
What do you believe he sees when and if he looks into your eyes
Is it love or is he starring down someone he has silently come to dispise?
Is what he's supposed to feel for you real or all pretend?
Is it true love or more like distant friends?
Why don't you just stop struggling and let it all come to an end?
He deserves so much more than all you do
And deep down even I know you deserve that to
He needs love and support in which he don't receive from you
He wants truth and honesty you have failed him in that area too
He longs to be honored for the man he is a man who don't need to be in any way tamed
He should know with no words spoken he never needs to change
He can't clearly see what you're doing to him so for the moment you is who he will not blame
But when it comes to me your luck has run out
You are not really in love with him nor he you this I have no doubt
You may really believe that for him you do so much
When all it's really doing to him is making him lose touch
You make him feel so week if and when things go wrong
When I know all to damn well he is so strong
So open your eyes wider look around and see
I can fill all of his wants and needs like you would never believe
He belongs with me
You can close your eyes and hope, dream, and pray
But I'm here to tell you when your eyes open it will not always be okay
You can't push all this down and I'm not going away
Does his memory of me nag you every single day
Good for what you do to him I hope it eats at you in every single way
There's one more thing I need to say
While you continue to try and change him into the man you want him to be
Remember deep inside he still really wants to be with me
You and him come on you two were never meant to be
He confided in me deeply but with you sincerity is so rare
Leaving you to wonder how much does he in us really care
But I'm telling you bluntly and all up front putting the truth all out there
There's no match made in heaven between you two no part was played by cupid
From where I stand YOU are the one who's being stupid
Form:
Upon a time, not so long ago
I saw these things, and locked them away
In the treasure room of my memory:
One sunset, Apocalyptic in its brilliance;
Clouds of opal shimmering,
Flying across a sapphire sea.
The white ruins of an ancient city.
Once home to a great and proud people,
Streets long settled into the silence
Of years marked off by dust,
My footprints in that dust.
And just beneath these things I felt another something
Immense, Unnamable
That lies far below our common perceptions
Like water flowing beneath thick ice.
The knowledge of its prescence,
Felt only in those fragile moments
When images too beautiful for the frailty of words
Burn their way into the depths of our souls,
Has given me that sound I hear now in silence
A clear bell that sounds a tone
Not made by any instrument of Man,
Which stills the frantic revolutions of my reasonings
And gives me back the pure sight I had long ago
Before my childhood disappeared.
In fleeting impressions
Falling through the tempest of experience
That carries us all through life,
I sense this other side of the world,
The calm, steady eye
That holds fast in the center of the cyclonic round
Of Creation and Destruction
That drives the Universe along:
The unmoving Hub
At the center of the infinite wheel.
Sometimes I feel this faraway place
Lying nearer than my latest breath,
Standing firm somewhere beyond all confusion,
And island of strength beyond all substance
Surrounded by the seas of our doubts.
I touch it with my mind, in flashing moments
And it is enough
To bring some peace to the wars of my emotions,
To steady my hands as I guide my life
Towards its unseeable end,
Uncertain and dim in the approaching distance.
My heart pours out tears of pain.
Tears of love as I find myself deeply in love.
It cries loud with a roar to which echoes canyon walls.
It is down deep I find you tugging at it hard.
As you I see beside me for life.
It’s there I picture you in my mind.
Washing you down as the bubbles run wild.
Feeling your curves as I want you near.
It’s there my hands pleasure all of your needs.
As I feel you meet all of my pleasures in life.
It is the love you make me feel in my heart.
That of a woman far away but not near enough to touch.
That of your lips I feel touching mine.
As I find my passion unwind.
As I find myself dripping wet.
From the shower we share.
It is your words that my soul hungers for.
The love we share as two becomes one.
It is your skin next to mine I want.
As we sleep a peaceful dream in the night.
And you there forever in life.
It is the look of you lying there asleep.
Or perhaps it’s your eyes I see that I fall in deep.
All I know is I love you dearly.
As I feel my heart start to bleed.
As you my undying love is beyond belief.
It is there I tingle with just the touch of your fingers to me.
As we embrace a true love that is meant to be.
As I give my heart to you forever in life.
Knowing that this is true love for life.
And having you is what kills me most in this world.
Just because you are the most beautiful to me.
It’s there you have all my undying love of the heart.
I wouldn't have reached this mature age
if angels didn't exist and watch over me,
one angel...while I was sleeping squeezed my hand
to confort me through trails and misfortunes,
not foreseen by young eyes frightened by rage;
today that comforting hand still holds mine truer than any friend!
That angel hasn't returned, giving me assurance and certainty...
that nothing tragic is going to happen anytime soon;
if I doubted this, and wished for another visitation, I wouldn't bear bitter scorn!
Yes, angelic visions warn us of events that will change the course of destiny.
I wouldn't have seen the needed love...misery and compassion of others,
if angels didn't exist and allow me to reflect and act on instincts:
by becoming wiser and avoiding making mistakes leading to regrets;
who would go to such lenghts and diverge my fate from catostrophy?
No, not even the most trusted friend whom I thought had shown sincerity!
Divinition must be taken seriously as I did when this hand so cold with fear
was touched by the hand of an invisible angel with a message so clear!
Mysterious angel, please don't visit me again at dawn,
while I still live and and I'm dazzled by youngsters riding a happy unicorn;
why don't they fear those ferocious beasts? To them...they are truly beautiful!
Proust searched his brain for memories that
made the man, could finally understand
that this changed him just by looking;
so he called himself a sentimental realist!
many a prisoner, in walls cast of shadows,
have escaped their fate etched in stone
and bars at Guantanamo, where they
remade themselves in the language of pain -
the poetry of misery or bliss to relive a life
that past has missed, to rekindle themselves
in the alembic of desire, their inner fire
because of the lie of memory; I am frisson!
oh, yearning moment, oh, swelling into dreams
come of these needful things, where open
skies and open roads and open fields
are little sparks in open places closed inside of me.
when this lightning sings my body moves
with the ghostly touch of numinous grass
and forgotten fragile flowers, the distant buzz of bee
and echoing twitter of birds sound again inside of me.
inside of memory is me, thereto is the lie
where holes are filled by imagination, a story I call
myself where fiction and reality are hopelessly
intertwined, undermining who I thought was me and too, mine.
this albatross of original stimulus, this
verisimilitude of the incongruous, mutable
impressions which fleeting fly dead-away
fall into the deep error of my earnest loom; memory!
the act of remembering changes me, so a fool I have
become, locked in shadows, staring dumb, I shun this outer lock, sing my songs as they
come from now on, making me in my own image
unbecoming,
unfettered,
unfinished,
undone ...
My irrepressible awe is clearly seen
in the colors of the seasons,
when all becomes veneration,
at the sight of every superb constellation,
which stands above me like Heaven,
to turn my hallelujahs into prayers...
My irrepressible awe is felt in the spring' crisp morning air,
watching light advance and dapple the entire sky
with a golden shade, nothing to envy any gold so pure;
and on the pointy leaves of the pines,
it shimmers like the rarest jewels...
and wouldn't an unconsoled soul come here to die?
My irrepressible awe is expressed in the most thrilling ways,
observing the wide wings of the eagles
flap once and depart from earth in throngs
for a journey, which will last for many days;
and shouldn't they find their new home,
they will return, as shallows do, only to lament snow...
My irrepressible awe is shared by a spirit filled with emotion,
and wouldn't all senses elate me for this declared devotion?
What lies before me is a possession too concrete,
like the perennial Firmament so awesome and infinite;
this marvelous planet I tread on, is certainly mine
and it couldn't have been given to me without a set price...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci