Parents, the keepers of the door
to this amazing universe..
To them I am a fragile sapling,
staked for its own good.
Protected from sweet kisses,
funny and salty,
somber and delicious.
Parents, those figures of authority,
those from whom our true lives are kept.
Protect me from scars no deeper than a blush,
from rustles on a soft battlefield, caressed curves,
tousled hair and appetitive breaths of each other's air.
Parents, who guard against loves bombardment,
the persistent courtship.
Giving ground in slow but immense movement,
like that of a continental plate.
Parents, whose power will fade
with no more cause than time,
gentle as mist,
as powerful as a waterfall.
.
.
A song for this:
Time and Love by Laura Nyro
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I’m going through old diaries - can you tell?
Sitting quietly by my window,
With tousled hair brushing against my face,
An elusive thought drifted across my mind:
Where has my Happiness gone?
Did it go deep into ocean,
Or lost in darkness of cloud?
Was it blown by scorching wind,
Or flown in searing flood?
Was it lost to a thief's silent touch,
Or crushed beneath a violent rush?
Was it claimed by jaws of a beast,
Or fell pray to bandit's greed?
Did it depart with a soul once held dear,
Or wither in wake of endless tears?
Did the pursuit of a dream steal it away,
Or ache of never arriving shattered it that way?
EUPHORIC EPITHET
disarrayed sands
derive dislodged
from
timeless terrain
settle bemused
on
stratified shelf
of
languid life
disorganized
in
dismantled moments
of
petrified perturbation
trustworthy truth
on
ruffled ripples
of
disordered discontent
oscillates
on
bewildered efflux
of
delinquent dismay
as
metamorphosed elation
reveals tousled
real pretense
of
traumatic transmutation
of
disquiet mind
drowning disheveled
in
distraught nothingness
with
splintered leitmotif
of
embedded emotion
in
sensual sandcastles
on
shriveled shore
of
eroded yearning
where
psyche rises
shape-shifted
to
covert flute
of
passion symphony
plays music
of
ecstatic self
entranced
as
convivial concerto
resonates
the last refrain
of
melodic memory
as
transcendent essence
of
euphoric epithet
I'm a spy in the house of time.
I'm the fool in these words of rhyme.
'Twas there I saw in your blue eyes
the dawning of a rose sunrise.
Moonbeams once shone on tousled hair,
but I'd no longer be seeing you there.
Dancing dreams of chantilly lace
disappeared with the image of your face.
Like a ghost, ever wand'ring these halls,
I'm blinded to the writing on the walls.
In spectral form, walls, I cannot touch,
as even as your fingertips, I want so much.
Searching for a happier song,
wondering, where - in the world, I went wrong.
Find me in time, looking for an absent sign.
Tell me again that you'll be mine.
Smooth the day,
seize that curled and tousled head
grease its creased and mottled entrance
come all wailing to a waiting world,
slide from the arms of midwife night
attempt to keep the light
as round and full as well remembered,
bend each hunkered cornered shadow
pull it hook and line
pierce the fish flesh bone
stretched and knotted twine about your fingers
skewer any little patch of dark that lingers on
heavy in that morning scented room,
fling the curtained windows wide
cast that latch aside and breathe,
fill your foggy winter lungs with spring
embrace the gasp and grab yourself
a newly minted season
bursting fresh with sweet unsullied air
this is not a moment,
it’s a revelation
just for you
and one you might not want to share
Hakuna metata
In the fields
of broiling air
plump lambs gambol.
The daytime star
smiles and whirs;
a lone tortoise toils
in plodding rhythm.
His docile baritone sings
the timeless chorus
“Hakuna metata!”
to fretting lions
who grapple tousled
and tangled.
Last night you haunted my dreams.
Together we teased under tousled covers.
Never have I felt such a loving touch;
tearing at my burning, clammy skin.
Your lips stimulated a weakened mind.
Pressing the flavor of passion upon me,
I felt my heart rise in all expectations,
as sweaty palms read the secrets of my body.
Sweet reflection of pale moonlight bathed us,
oblivious were we to entwine beneath.
A former bitter fantasy had taken me hold;
two souls have united in exhausted holy love.
Dew formed as we clung to the night.
Before you faded I called out my love,
only to awake to empty yearning—longing.
Your kiss lingered on my skin as sense and taste.
The fantasy has gone and few memories remain.
A passion hangs in the rhythm of my heart,
or when a pregnant moon shines her vigilant light
I'll remember our shared dreams all of my life.
Dirty warmth of tousled hair spills over shoulders,
A chocolate fountain, strong and rich,
Whose sweetness strays my eyes from the chessboard,
Running along tresses blazing golden-brown.
Despite the warring sides between,
In my heart there is peace.
Two minds entwined to one,
Black and white a prism of joy.
We need no priest to unite us --
This castle is ours, and we sit enthroned,
Watching the hapless peons wage their little war
And nightly feel sublime adjacency.
Sometimes, when I'm upset, I feel like pulling the sun down,
To yank the rays from its tousled hair with a dreamy frown.
Lip vibrations—apologies lament the color in my veins,
My thoughts fly, uncultured, like lost birds in night’s dark lanes.
Your mind, styled by my trivial foolishness, spins around,
My lazy thoughts, twisted words, in chaos are bound.
My brewing winds, acute crises of epileptic flair,
Like any earthbound soul, child or creature in despair.
Each with a mind full of rotten resignation,
Stories are guides between us, an endless connection.
Pagan shepherds invade the lazy Christian sheep,
They club my good thoughts, like dreams in beauty steeped.
Propped up in a future, somber, controversial, and abstract,
When I slip the world's Apocalypse into your womb, an intact pact,
A hidden longing, in unseen abysses it’s stored,
The world changes, but our love cannot be ignored.
TOUSLED SKY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thoughts upon feathered wings glide on a wind-tousled sky bringing me to the realization that achieving tranquility is possible....
in the silence deep
a world of thoughts, a universe
expands and contracts
universe within,
a guiding force navigates
the journey inward
in tranquility
wisdom's jeweled treasures found
mind and soul entwine
Ask me not whenceforth
from which place or time I come
from, dear lufu of mine
Beewolf and seizer of hearts
come-hither at me door Sire
Query onely beau
and without askance kiss me
Like a flowery rose dear
sitting on thy breast sweet love
scented sweetly at your side
Seek me as the root
of all that passions thy soul
Gentle as the winds
that blow gently close to thine
tousled as my wild,wild hair.
Through the breeze driven fluttering foliage
sunlight licks lasciviously upon her skin.
Through the diaphanous dress that surrounds her
it warms her as her frenzied frolic begins.
In her rarefied rapture she prances,
ending sublime stasis from the night before
when suitor satyrs did woo her,
a legend legacy from days of yore.
Now alone in her wandering woodland
she dances dangerously close to free,
to the magical music of birdsong,
lithe limbs twisting beneath her trees.
She tosses tousled hair to the morning,
with artistic abandon she flies,
among the sun speckled leaves of her true loves
who brush branches to signal their sighs.
a scapigiliata
lady
with disshevelled
hair
natural
uncombed
tousled
eyes
half-closed
mouth
slightly shaped
in
an ambiguous
smile
lingers
for while
indelible
her eternal
gaze
imprints
memory
forever
To the clouds-
a tousled crown of green,
a bump in the fabric of land.
To the deer-
a hall of silent pillars,
woven shadows,
mighty temples.
To the rain-
a fleeting flash of green and brown
then hush-
splattering on fallen needles.
the wind blows, caressing my skin,
my hair is tousled, i make no attempt to fix it.
breathe, once and then twice.
the waves crash against the shore,
my heart fills with a strange sense of peace.
breathe, once and then twice.
my feet sink into the warm sand,
the air is salty and profound.
its hard to breathe
but i try,
once, and then twice.
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