Words

The written word is all that stands between memory and oblivion. Without words as our anchors, we are cast adrift, neither teaching nor learning. They are windows of the past, mirrors of the present and prisms reflecting all possible futures. Words are light houses erected in the dark sees of time.

What do you do when you realize the best thing that could ever happen to you, has already happened?

Be Near Me

You who demolish me, you whom I love, be near me. Remain near me when evening, drunk on the blood of the skies, becomes night, in its one hand a perfumed balm, in the other a sword sheathed in the diamond of stars. Be near me when night laments or sings, or when it begins to dance, its steel-blue anklets ringing with grief. Be here when longings, long submerged in the heart's waters, resurface and when everyone begins to look: Where is the assassin? In whose sleeve is hidden the redeeming knife? And when wine, as it is poured, is the sobbing of children whom nothing will console - when nothing holds, when nothing is: at that dark hour when night mourns, be near me, my destroyer, my lover, be near me.

Wet

Languidly parting the moist curtain. he slides into the smooth vessel. the color of fire pink velvet. his large hands securely wielding the creamy white handles, firmly manipulating them until just a trickle of foamy liquid flows forth. She faces him, their eyes, reflecting pools of love, lock on each other. embracing, both, with body and soul, they melt together in the steamy atmosphere. memories flood as her neck arches and wet kisses cover her throat. teasing one another in the aquamarine Indian ocean. causing rough ripples to fan out across the water of a swimming pool as they played. discovering new things as a soft summer rain, like the sound of a tinkling xylophone, soaked them. Aromas of citrus, colognes and faintly, the sea drift and swirl around them. skin drenched, rivulets of salty sweat stream between them. sauna heat builds as temperatures rise. flesh moves with synchronized, frantic fluidity. a torrential river violently rushes into a cascading waterfall. drowning in a frenzied whirlpool, gasping for air, silent screams. then the peace of a tranquil, crystal clear lake prevails and the relaxation of a hot spraying shower returns, as she lovingly shampoos his hair

Rapture

There is a place for us that no one else can enter. It is a place that holds no secrets, only beauty, peace, understanding. A place that we come to, thinking we are one, only to have our souls fused together for a moment. And in that moment, I know you; every pore, every pulse, every thought, every fear. And I love you more. I feel myself laid bare before you, and I feel content . . . joyous that you are with me, loving me in my nakedness.

The Sea

Transfixed I stand and watch the Tireless Sea As it's waves crash upon the shore, spraying it's white, salty foam Against the jagged rocks and cliffs below, then returning into itself The tireless sea wherein its immeasurable depth secrets lie buried, never to be revealed The tireless sea whose temperament is so mystifying it neither fears, nor needs any man but gathers its strength from within.

I want you

I want to be your companion and walk hand in hand, your strength enveloping mine. Autumn leaves falling, scuffing feet and laughter, sharing nights, not finished by the dark. I want to be your confidant as you pen your deepest thoughts, as your heartaches bleed and finally break free. Your dreams, I keep as if my own. I want to smile as you smile and giggle with you at nothing at all. I want to be your lover and find the passions that move you to action. I want to be the softness that induces you to trust. I want to be the naughty that makes you come back for more. I want to please you. I want to share your breakfast and your dinner, I want you in the shower and in my bed and with soft steps to bring you coffee (I take mine black) Your soft arms, the thighs that power your warmth, your lips of pleasure, these are the fuel of my desire no it is no secret, my love, and to put it very simply, I want you.

A Fairytale

Dreamland awaits you, Close your eyes, Imagine you and I, Close as breath, Skin upon skin, Lips touching, For you taste of Raspberries, sweetly irresistible, The fragrance of you, Takes my breath away, I am burning inside, A torch of fire, Burning fuel of passion, For you are my desire, My heart beats with every breath, You are my destiny, Your eyes evade me, deep, dark, mysterious, I am your slave, Your love has captured me, Grab my body, Pull me close, Show me your love, In ways I could only dream. Wake me I must be dreaming, This is a fairytale.

Immortal

She is forever standing at our secret pond beneath our loving tree. Welcome late-spring breeze lifting summer dress and hat ever so slightly. She is dropping a rose frozen forever in time it cascades from her hand. Around her, the pond, the cat-tails, the bird song, all captured deliciously. She is smiling playfully as rose follows petals to rest amidst lily-pads. A buzz of bumblebee, breeze dancing leaves above, mid-morning sun seems to kiss her. She laughs hearing her name turns with anticipation burned forever is the sight. Even as life continues - for that split second her beauty is immortalized.

Entertain Angels Unaware

I lie awake cold and alone, No place to call my home, Upon the night, Darkness is my light, Everywhere I roam, To find a place to sleep, With no shoes upon my feet, No material things do I keep, The ground is cold, My stomach is empty, As I see people who have plenty. No one cares for me, For I am homeless you see, I have had a hard life, It started the day I lost my wife, I don't want sorrow or pity, Just some love and care, Maybe some shampoo to wash my hair. People pass me by, Without a tear in their eye, Never giving a hand, What If I was an angel? Sent from God above. To test man of, His brotherly love? You will never know, If you never give true brotherly love, For we entertain angels unaware, Never knowing the true spirit hidden there, This poem is given, To you as a lesson, Whenever passing someone in need, Let go of the greed, Stop and heed to your heart, To the call your heart has be given, Help those in need, While you are living, And you will entertain angels unaware!

Blind

Your beauty intoxicates all you encounter, Yet you fail to notice, This is your blunder, You've had a rough time, Though now it is over, But yet you continue clinging to what is left over, And in doing this your depression grows deeper, Pulling you apart at the seams, Causing you to unravel and fall to you knees, Pondering desperately: "How much worse can it be? " To ease your mind of your terrible burden, You bargain with Satan (as if he cares), Giving you a release, in turn for your soul: That you believe tarnished and not worth much at all, When all of your friends have been with you till now, But here comes the crossroads up ahead, They give you a choice: "Stand tall or fall down." You have your beauty and charm, Your intelligence and grace, Good friends and your health, What more does it take for you?

An endless dream

On the endless seashores of my drowsy deep dreams i feel fresh and wet sands to tickle softly my footprints and a mysterious warm wind to brush softly and gently my thoughts unconsciously, with sweetness as the silky smiles of your fascinating face in my mind touch and caress me with deep tenderness

Your divine eyes

Under that celestial vault of your bewitching eyes divine, candid, full of stars that warm and illuminate softly, sweetly my heart with their charming light Your glances that emerge from the eloquent silence of those dream lover clouds in your amorous eyes Still brush and gently caress my face with the silky hands of my transparent memories When I think of your kisses blossoming upon your lips seductive and passionate Through your love words you whisper into the ear of my evanescent dreams

whose house

whose house is this ? silence crawls on night slowly like bugs I stretch my limbs under warm woolen rugs, a shrill cry of the moth and whistle of house cricket dueling under my bed to have their accounts set, The sound of feasting ants from a slit of wall half sleepy I hear lover flea's invitation call, two pigeons making love near ventilation hole my existence feels affiliation with nature's whole, a spark of the firefly in the black night reminds a fall of star once shining bright, a mosquito murmurs a secret in my ears an expansion of universe my eager heart hears, a house within the house within the house I live mine is not mine this foolish mind can't believe

Isolation

The validation of this horror Has finally cleansed my mind Rid me of false hopes Ringing through my head Like a song of salvation Revealing that solitude is the way There is no choice Only acceptance in this reality Nothing is to be said or done All that is left Is to find comfort in isolation Close the door and let me sleep Until the day the world crumbles There's no need to save me Or raise up my spirits The truth never changes Avoiding it is senseless Embrace the fact That we are all alone

SoulSpeak

"Soulspeak" Whispers moonlight breezes, Mysting drifts and lunar freezes, Evenings spilled through crackling branches, Fleeting forms in shadow dances, Earthen tendrils, creeping, pulling Undercurrents, rising, swelling, Rolling tremors, distant thunder, Mountains quaking, torn asunder, Souls and shapes of times antique: Hear you now the words they speak?

The need

Impulsive desires Reckless beyond danger Longing for the wrong Craving for this disaster The thrill of this horror Corrupt in every sense The fire burns Brighter then my intentions Come and dine with me On this feast of deception I'll disappear in the scent of your insides Fade into your grasp Lose all control in your world Touch me just once In the way it was meant to be Always was suppose to be The way I need it to be

"Wild Cat"

O' my wild cat Let me come into your wild world Smart, swift, black, bold Crossing brushwood And seizing easily, You hunt fast Alas! I am a tamed rabbit Diffident, hesitant, still, silent O' my wild cat Let me break the chains And come into your wild world

Deep place desire

Those eyes speak to me in whispers Crawling inside my mind Feeding off of these desires Oh what I would give for that To peer inside your head Pull back those iron curtains And see your deep pitted core Just one glimpse would be suffice If only you knew Just how badly I need this I would throw the world away To be able to taste such delicate skin But time has betrayed us both Placing us in a world Where this is not meant to be Atleast not for the moment But these desires still burn Right down to the bone So keep your distance For waiting is not something my kind does well

Returning Home

This is a wasteland One that from time to time I came back to In desperation to save those who have a chance But she doesn't have one She is the cause of this decay Her sickness spreads amongst this house Eating away at those she's suppose to love I look at her and I see emptiness I look at her and see the bottom of that bottle She projects such hate and blame but the fault is never her's Pointing the finger at who ever passes by She has no vision left No sense of reality She see's her own sorrow and the pain she has created herself I watch as she hurts her children because she has no love for herself One day she will carry the shame One day she will see when everyone walks away That it was her that destroyed her world and her alone

Is it enough?

The loss of hope for one idea has been reborn in another, not by choice but by feeling. But to abandon the safe path for the one with unseen horrors I can not, atleast not yet. For how can I be in two place's at once, though there's dreaming of walking down that other road, is it enough? Maybe in another time Maybe in another life I will walk your forbidden path

Feel You

Take these fatigued flowers secretly blooming and fading under the indomitable shadow so mysterious and haunting of your omnipresent absence insupportable and obstinate always vibrating every fiber of my deepest misty soul in this mortal human body profound and unknown under these sweet hopes blooming like red roses unaware of their being in my amorous heart I feel your presence perfumed, transparent penetrating me like a rainbow so insidiously through the wide-open window of my diaphanous dreams

Relevance

“Modern day practices dictate that “An item is only relevant to the cognitive mind if it inspires further thought or association. It further dictates that “That which is not of relevance to the mind, might only be applied when the benefits outweigh the alternative.”

Sonata of the Moon

Violins in the air tonight Songs never ending for the tell-tale heart Pure in beauty as the snow of white The Ghost Opera plays its part Notes play all around me Score of the phantoms of lore This, my fate shall surely be To play in the songs that I adore

The Siren

The Siren may be said to be The Chorus-Lady of the Sea; Though Mermaids claim her as their kin, In its place of fishy tail and fin Two shapely feet rejoice the view When to these other charms we add A voice that drives the hearer mad, Who will argue her claim to be The Chorus-Lady of the Sea

The Satyrs

Hear the satyrs calling, crying, As the windy day is dying O'er the rocks; And the shepherd speeds the flocks They're eyeing!

See the satyrs leap and scramble Thro' the briar and brake and bramble; In the glow Of the red sun sunken low They gambol,

Never thinking of the morrow, Without head or heart to borrow Any care. Of all sadness, of all sorrow Unaware.

Leda and the Swan

A sudden blow: the great wings beating still Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill, He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

How can those terrified vague fingers push The feathered glory from her loosening thighs? And how can body, laid in that white rush, But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

A shudder in the loins engenders there The broken wall, the burning roof and tower And Agamemnon dead.

Being so caught up, So mastered by the brute blood of the air, Did she put on his knowledge with his power Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?

Like the very gods in my sight

Like the very gods in my sight is he who sits where he can look in your eyes, who listens close to you, to hear the soft voice, its sweetness murmur in love and

laughter, all for him. But it breaks my spirit; underneath my breast all the heart is shaken. Let me only glance where you are, the voice dies, I can say nothing,

but my lips are stricken to silence, underneath my skin the tenuous flame suffuses; nothing shows in front of my eyes, my ears are muted in thunder.

And the sweat breaks running upon me, fever shakes my body, paler I turn than grass is; I can feel that I have been changed, I feel that death has come near me.

I Cry Me a New Beginning

Another year has come and gone So many lessons were there to learn And some of them I may have missed, And here another year comes anew. Though I may cry for some guiding hand To lead me out of the hindering pit, Indeed I know I must stretch my hand Out of the pit if I must get some help Exhausted and crushed I may be now Defeated and beaten down to earth But only I can pick me up To start again to make new strides And in this fleeting days of illusion I must stand for myself to live And though I may have failed before I will try some more, again and again, To learn to overcome the lower self And passions of the mind in life Of anger, lust and vanity, Of attachment and even greed, With those true virtues of the mind Of patience, and right sense to choose Of humility, and detachment too, Of contentment, the state of being Though the path be strewn with thorns And may be slippery at best at times My Inner Guidance I still will trust As I cry me a new beginning, The Light of God will shine my way The Sound of God will lead my path Through the valley and shadow ways I shall emerge again a better I.

The Gratitude of Friendship

Many moments pass in life, Some we joyfully remember Others we choose to leave behind. Grateful are we when our memories Are blessed with blissful moments Of love, peace, and affection. Loved are we when in affection Our hearts are gladly kindled, Stirred by loving friendship From those we come to meet, Whose presence spark in us That Light and Sound Divine Reminding us once again The true essence of who we are; Beings of love and affection Existing because of God’s love Here on earth to learn and share To renew and regain our identity; Sparks of God! Grateful Souls! Loving beings!