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You'Ll Find Me Before the Ink Is Dry

My inky echoes conflate, 
atop mountains of ivory versos; 
Blank pages into whispers,
like the sway of moonlight tides;

Papers dappled by my ineffable, 
frays of jet-black cursive swirls;
My best ideas are forever found, 
somewhere amidst silent worlds;

'Tis best to search for me right before, 
the feathery quill touches to the page;
Arisen from the blotter, my hand held in totter, 
but before I drizzle down the tar;

Where my psyche thinks loud,
with the rhythm and the rage;
A battle-ballet of coarse cashmere haze,
only then does my heart think to open up its cage;

Still I promise to always behave like a poet, 
one who is the epitome of an idyllic odist; 
Solemn ink be my savior, perhaps a mind lost in time,
resonant verse between blinks, my soul in the lines--


March 15, 2016

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Red Love, Winter Lust


pink wintry sunset
crimson lips rage red kisses;
cherry blossoms blush


March 2, 2016

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In a Perfect World


Ideology is silent, victory is violent, we are corrupt, death is abrupt;

Perhaps if the world were still flat we wouldn't know what we know,
Stacks of black and white dictionaries defining the worst of what 
tomorrow just might hold:

War, famine, poverty, disease – hatred, racism, phobia, and sleaze;

In a perfect world we would only know each other by name, blame,
never brought upon what we sought as we found peace and happiness
in all that we thought;

There would be no need for money, honey, emptied from jars, stars, 
made of diamonds, would only shine bright in the sky, never in what's 
ours;

Bullets would be relics from a past never known, killing fields empty,
the winds never blown, away, like innocent works of art, splattered
on the mud, covered in the blood, of children, at play, at war;

In a perfect world we would all matter in the ways that matter most, 
mostly thoughts of love for those who we love to boast, about friends 
and family, kind ways and sunny days, days on which our kids would 
love to play;

The only weapon in our armory would be one of a chiseled harmony, 
echoes soaring from the rafters above, doves flying, wings open, open 
to our gentle hands, holding the sands of a desert spent searching for 
wetlands, drenched in our smiles and our songs, throngs of us 
preaching not our judgments, but rather reasons why we're strong,
willed to excellence by arias of immaculate acceptance, played by 
symphonies of converted marauders who's only wish in this world is 
for the wealth of healthy sons and daughters;

It's in those ways that make this place the best we have to offer, offering
ideas of humanity over vanity, kindness over blindness, and a general 
sense of respect for whoever cares to share, life on this beautiful blue 
sphere, where, in the end if we hope for our history books to look back 
on this chapter with love, above all else, then maybe it's best we look 
deeper inside, searching our own mirrors for the potential perfection 
within the reflection that stands before us, human and still;


February 12, 2016

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Forever In Your Eyes

Forgive my fatigued fingers as they get lost in the calligraphy of your curvature,
Outlining a hypnotic silhouette so provocative that my sinful glances feel forbidden;
Remind me with a kiss from your frisson-infused lips that my heart roars untamed,
Echoing the passion-draped whispers of my breath as it fights your endless thievery;
Validate my delight to roam in the carnage of your eyes as you pierce my silent walls,
Evaporating the melancholy that dolefully drifts down on the nights we sleep apart;
Rare is the moment I'm unable to recall your dulcet ebullience as my eternal embrace--

Inside your petal-burst eyes is where the cozy warmth of love's inglenook keeps me safe,
Never deceived by swollen dreams I hear the symphony of your voice even in slumber;

Your starlit smile beleaguers wasted desires to lie hidden beneath a penumbra of sadness,
Opening the curtains to the wild tempest of a sun-splashed canvas dappled atop my bliss;
Unfettered felicity undulates tranquil waters ravaged by the rhythm of your sultry song,
Restlessly granting me the gallantry to traverse the infinite seas of our mellifluous love;

Evermore I promise to quench the thirst of your love in an incessant deluge of devotion,
Yearning for more than just seldom lipstick-kisses and annual candle-dinner traditions;
Expecting to burn in the scorch of your gaze I vow countless chapters of a fiery sunrise,
Scattered like the pencil shavings of love's unspoken story, written, forever in your eyes;


July 20, 2016

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Entwined


his kiss haunted her, howled at her, it edged through the crowd
just to daunt at her, this was a cold she had never known, blown
winds through creaky shutters, shuttered thoughts of fireside talks 
and walks, his lips able to do the impossible, possibly taking from 
her the one thing she knew to be pure, her warmth;

she panicked with frenzy, her body now a clock, wound tight, full
of fright, never having felt these waves, slaves to his hands, as they 
ran everywhere within her soul, paralyzed with suspense, tense, as
her insatiate desire for velvet touches grew anew, her eyes closed,
as the conquest pursued, locking in her memory, this glory, this
story, as if it were the last one she'd be allowed to have in this life;

her body trembled, desire assembled, as he admired the alluring 
contour of her silhouette, sweeping across her skin so soft, with the 
lightest touch of persuasion, perfection soon, a union of bodies 
abound, found within this moment of two into one, she needed to
find him, a whim of mercy, free from inhibition, falling deeper and
deeper, into every heartbeat, he knew he could destroy her with his
touch, touching her with only his trust, he prepared to forgive her
sensations as they demanded more and more of him, here, with her;

then they climbed to the canopy to see the sun together, their hands 
locked, the rush of rays exploded their worlds, weeping willows of 
emotion covered the bridge formed between their eyes, glued to one 
another, gazes gazing, lofty and full of love, an expression of silence, 
forever etched, echoes in space, jumping stars, eternal and free, 
dreaming;   

finally, falling blindly from the deepest canyons in the winter sky,
tears of joy, jumping off the cliffs into pools of warm water, tranquil,
splashing passion onto walls, painted brushstrokes of temptation, 
wondering how could they duplicate this moment again, he whispered
into her ear the sweetest words she loved to hear, then he kissed her, 
again, and again it began, their worlds bound to the everlasting end;  


February 8, 2016

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Yellow Awakening


Flaxen oars comb golden ripples as I set adrift into butterscotch fog-- my miracle has led me here
Alone, enchanted by soft canary light from a distant Tuscan sun I look to the honey glazed horizon
Leading me deeper into blonde bliss I follow the fire in my belly as it suffuses me with amber valor--
Neither dream nor destiny, as the wind carries the dandelions, soon reborn from a yellow chrysalis


March 3, 2016

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My Heart Awaits Your Touch


I beat like a bullet through a snowflake, till then my veins stay empty


July 12, 2016

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Something Blue


Passion progresses through thoughts of your cerulean eyes
Your name brushes like silk wind through my sapphire skies
Echoes distant across aegean waters burn flames of desire
Striking with the force of midnight lightning blazing my fire

The tickle of your periwinkle tipped fingers charges me up
Fierce as rains from cobalt clouds that never seem to letup
I fall adrift with azure bliss when your lullaby kiss summons
Soft as a baby's cinnamon teddy with cornflower buttons
  
And today I feel forever royal as we borrow something blue
Powder petals scattered down an aisle simply meant for you
As turquoise tears stream down your face happy for this life
My heart races with electric as you stand to become my wife


February 27, 2016

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The One Who Survives


Ten men
War clouds roll in
Bullets rain, fight the storm
Eighteen hands now crossed, under flags
Folded


February 6, 2016

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Catch Me


Spontaneous and unannounced
They eschew the simmer
Only to emerge with the rage of a boil
These tempestuous thoughts
Dance brazen atop amber blue flames
They luxuriate inside the walls of my mind
Finding blossom in my impuissant fury
A tiresome firefight of blank rounds
I drop my knees to the Earth
As to increase my glare to the Heavens
This constant debate over rule of my ethos
Hangs with unforgiving weight
Like an empty medallion
Tearing at my aching fleshy nape
Will it ever End?

Beginning now
To see resplendence
Trees whisper to me from their towers
An aria of peace
Mellifluous echoes ring bright like harps in the wind
The emerald leaflets dazzle like sanguine doves after battle
I jolt back to my feet
Sparked by the vivid hues of a lifetime
The same ones the Reaper tries to collect
I believe I can now reach the cottony peaks above
As they sail along the foamy waves
Of richly azure sky
That I can see so clearly now

This pendulum of thoughts
Swings perpetual
In and out of halcyon days
With blithe disregard for my Eden
But yet I wait
I wait for an infinitude
Then I wait for another moment still
I wait like an old man waiting for the train to bring back his wife from the After
Staring down the tracks as they fade into the dark
Dark as a raven's feathers
Not daunting
But certainly full of the unknown

Finally
These thoughts of mine
Exhale like a mist
One that sprinkles fierce
Like fresh water
Striking off the wings of a hummingbird
Who flies indomitable through walls of sullen rain
I do my best to catch the bursts of Essence
And capture them on scrolls
Where they can live soundly
Forever roaring

Sometimes quietly I ponder
Maybe these thoughts escape
Reticent bastions deep within the fog
To be my Guardians
Steadfast and unfazed
If only to catch me one more time
Catch me from seeing only one color
Blank
Catch me from hearing only one sound
Harsh
Catch me from smelling only one scent
Nothing
Catch me from tasting only one flavor
Hate
Catch me from feeling only one feeling
Dead

Yes it is the thoughts that catch me
They do it without reason
They do it without question
They do it because they are me

I catch myself everyday
And I will continue to do so
As long as my thoughts can breathe.


January 21, 2016