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| : MY POETRY |
| Bathing Euphoria's Lover Tonight I saw The eyes of Euphoria's lover Glowing in my mind. Never was there a better linkage At that melting place Between fire and ice, Touching my lips without touching; Touching my heart without saying a word. Twilight time came. I felt him racing towards me In the night On the brace of the wind. I felt his thoughts conjure many visions Apart from the real world. I saw it; The moon's crest upon the sky Just over the sea And the tiny beads of luxurious sand Slipping between my toes. I felt the mood of the sea And danced to the rhythm of my spirit. I see him. He is here… Now! A proud-faced lover of songs and tranquility, He comes with love in his eyes Like oversized windmills in the sun Spinning color upon color With a tolerant brilliance. He wears with pride a constant glare. His eyes are talons into my being Igniting the very fire of my soul. They are like audacious marks upon the night sky. Strong, savory, and delightfully gentle. I am feeling the brink of closeness In that rare faction of love Emanating from his pores, And it is falling all about us like the rain! I offer him every earthy delight I can supply. Part chaos and part magic, Trembling in his brows. This man is looking for a space to crawl into! It's as if someone placed a mirror To my own imaginings. We are one in the same within our hearts. In plain daylight and precious nighttime, His tender thoughts Are all over the lines of his face Expressing warmth and tenderness, Drinking me in with his astonishing smile. He is hauling me off Into the private places in his heart, to frolic and thrive so freely, Drowning in our awesome playtime. I am his vessel To expel all of his pain and tortuous thoughts, Banish his fears, And punch his walls With the incredible might of his soul As if it were a great whirling Of the tides by the shore. King of my kingdoms of the mind and reality He is and always will be the king: To which I would serve grapes to in a naked stupor. He is... The right angle of man, The perfect dimension of being, The awesome creation of creature, evermore! Circle of life The heavens pressed in closer, The sun, as well as its friends, The planets and the moon. So everlasting a bond that will never sunder In the divine scheme of things, We little ones know nothing of outcomes And truth… In our earthly days of thunder. The earth bore its gifts. Glorious open wide spaces ache to be filled. We thrive greedily In God's beautiful design with rage. Men and women cavorting, Mangling and reveling in themselves So hard their bodies crack with age. One more taste of earth Yanked from beneath the tongue of man. So subtle, violently obscure, Plucking us off one by one. Oblique to the eyes, Sheer to the heart. Blurs of dreams sink into the earth like the sun. Dim lights glow on in a busy place, Ripping through the comforts of spirit. All the while, we ponder the great knowledge That we fear. Pastimes forgotten altogether And decades fall into illusions. Thus, time folds life On Earth giving it a new face to wear. Knowledge is forgotten and learned again. New names are given to the new faces As if it was the last strand, of trust. The most silent ruffle of fate can make Brick by brick the stronghold fall And what we leave behind with surely turn to dust. Alarm Clock (inspired by 911) Pregnant nightmares drawn from reality In the sleeping world. We only wished to clone One single malt of happiness Into an army of hope, Thus, death was more popular Than life at the time. In our delusion we believed The setting of the sun was within our grasp. And the wide-open valley so fertile and young A shadow of the pale past We remember Innocent meadows Extinguished in their prime. Apparition The pieces no longer seem to fit right. The memories tend to linger too long When lying awake in bed at night. Returning to that happy place Is all that you wish. Tears cannot see fit to complete your anguish. The sun does not shine in any place And you never see a good thing When it is staring you in the face. To know thy self All manner of greatness to show itself to me And bow down in respect for me. Yes, I am selfish and greedy. I want to change that, But my thirst for the intangible is hopeless. I want to turn the happy switch on And crazy glue that bitch to the spot. I know just how sick my desires are And I know just what they mean. Faith There is a higher power in this existence Than he who wields the sword at us. We feel the old understanding, Remembering our hidden wisdom. Faith is patience and trust. Desperation I let the stranger in my house. I gave him the knife to kill me. I did not run. Vanity He is jealous of everyone. Everyone is jealous of him. He sets himself apart from everyone. Everyone excludes him. Everyone will die one day And nobody will be around to care Like the dimming of a great bothersome light. Reality The truth is more horrifying than it seems. The truth means more than what it is. No one needs it. The Big Picture Show Squeaky rubber ducky With a painted smile on its face. Someone changed the color of the bulb Without turning out the light. What a triumph over obscurity, You distinguished guest on Earth! Heaven's Call There is an old eternal city in the clouds Between earth and the sky, Glistening far beyond the horizon ahead, Scattering time between you and I. A Precious soul, Paradise may keep. Plummeting dreams Are uplifted in restful sleep. Trumpets ring high, For this enchanted jubilation. Bells hum low, In splendid exaltation. Life of the Party My cycle of rest is complete. Champagne bottles will pop from their casts. I can turn on the charm and the heat. Before the night is through I will be at full blast. My spirits are high and my conscience is clean. I am in rare form. I can't wait to burst onto the scene And take the whole world by storm. At the very first drumbeat I am ready. A twinkle of my fingers can razzle. I will sprinkle glitter and sparkle with glee, Glowing with excitement to dazzle. The lights will glow around us oddly. Fireworks will fly my way. And ostrich feathers Will be wrapped around my body. Caviar will spill on the floor And waste away. The Element A quiet moment of reflection, A breeze kisses your nose, With comfort so homely and true. The nightly stars in the skies can be seen Comforting mortal weary souls. The wind blows And we know that life is in everything we see. There is a magic behind each eye of life. In them are untold stories And unseen marvelous sights That could entice men To the brink of submission. No less men, Only marvelous, Fighting and brooding As they always have been. I prayed I sometimes imagine a colorful rainbow Dipping from the clouds like a gateway Giggling at the folly of the day. I was daydreaming of simpler days When I was a child. I felt the mighty beams of the sun So hot against my face. I barely knew the pleasures of youth and the body. I long for days so sweet That rain would sound like music As it hit the ground, my window, and the still waters. I saw the last days of the earth in your eyes; Brown, solid, and pure. I knew the feeling of being alive And felt that with you there could be some chance To feel free As I have always wanted to be. Mortal Dreams Promise me That you will keep my body from the sun. Promise me That you will bury me with the stars And the moon at your back. I don't need a stone, But I need to be in the earth Where I can be reborn In the trees, The grass, And the flowers all around. The Fantasist What can only be seen Through the eyes of a dreamer? That fantasy maker that weaves An urchin of twilight sparkle, Far-sighted and persuasive With a mesmeric luminosity. Your eyes gleam With buttery highlights from the sun. The fire of life is maddeningly wild within them. Such supercilious imaginations pounding in one by one. Though few understand you, Your thoughts are altogether your own. You will do What all dreamers must eventually do. Close your eyes And keep the precious dream world Ever so close to your heart. Last Utt The pulse scampered dead on a bastard's course. I was there to smile at him until the conclusion. I loved him, Yes, But he made himself the man of the instant Stealing the glory of it all to himself With selfish pomp and sloppiness in my presence! What Angels Do An angel watches and I am humble. The Heavenly father commands them all. An angel touches my head and I am calm. No mission too great, no deed too small. An angel battles as I am in the middle of despair Victorious in the clouds. An angel kisses my cheek and my worries dissipate Within caring and nurturing shrouds. An angel brushes against my skin and I feel alive. Their wonderful powers so gallantly strong. An angel holds my hand I am never alone. God was hearing my secret prayers all along. Like Pegasus Oh how I dream of being like Pegasus Galloping on high, Gliding across a distant hillside Like mounds of solid ground in the sky. Oh how I dream of being like Pegasus Reaching the edge of the world in a leap With golden wings flapping through a delicious cloud So powerful and sleek. Oh how I dream of being like Pegasus Fiercely trailing the sky with fiery embers With an effortless sense of independence As the light glistens on the highlights off my feathers. Oh how I dream of being like Pegasus Rushing in wild and pure on a path for one, Cry out into the night with open arms, As if wishing to embrace the sun. A Reason To Live As I still breathe I am alive with hopes. Stars feel like diamonds on my fingertips that never twinkled as bright As a loving kiss from lips so full of hopes. There is hope in the midst of dusk's raging thunder. The night beckons the peaceful wisdom of dawn. There is hope Where the hopeless dwell watching the last morsel of beauty glimmer Into the sunset like a fading beacon. We all long to be Where time is still As far away country waters, Letting us remember The strands of life we loved And what lovely dreams we once had. We quivered at the realities of our deepest fears. Another day And another dusk offered its life to us Like an open hand. Numbly, we go on. We yearn for a home for our hearts To be happy with without question. Can we feel safe in mind, body, And the placement of all things on the earth? Optimisms come together like a puzzle. Wedge forward youngling. Tomorrow looks brighter than the gloom of today. Sufferer's Outlook To some enormous extent, This confession serves As an unleashing of pain And a declaration of guilt. The thick shame will always be A representation of the time I became an animal, Destroying peace of mind. There is a part of me that always yearns, Even when I am content. It makes me thirsty For the things I never had. That quiet rage Beyond rage, Too reckless, Too devious to be a part of human kind. Understanding was a twinkling star Glaring at me from outside my window, Far away and unreachable, And I am furthering my track record of mayhem! Insomnia's Bedtime Lullaby Night is the oddest time of day. Two small lights in the twinkling hour Torture me slowly Until the muscles in my mind Drift into a perplexing grip. It delivers disparity, disdain and purgatory. I cannot exclaim my pains. Another night pulsed With no signs of relief. That restless beast within Never stopped attacking my peace, Never relented the pressure there. The Earth and the Heavens; That magical machine keeps on delivering life, The good as well as the bad. Then there was the worst of it, Which I had been so familiar with That I affectionately called My pain delivering friend… Loneliness! Shattered Bright eyes full of whimsy sank low Somber as the fading flame. Such charm in his words Clashing with the image of the broken man. Secretly, I cried for pity's sake. I could tell he was blaming himself, Keeping true feelings In a hidden place for safekeeping. I tried to read his thoughts But all I could come up with Were impressions of feelings All grim. A smile to ease me. Through those pools of fire and ice Crackling under the strain Of pain too gripping. A gentle kiss for the last time. We could have faced our fears together. Except, he was truly lost to me Like a beautiful fantasy That I made up one ordinary day of my life. Vanishing Slowly, a vision simmers out Into the bowels of human doubt. And even fiery battles of old and new Leaves mankind alone with nothing to do. A Love Story Intense gazes, Challenging conversations, Kisses that seem to last forever, Sizzling romantic nights, Flowers for all occasions, Happy social gatherings, Public outpourings of love and affection, Cozy weekends, Weekend getaways, a wedding to remember, Family and friends for dinner and special occasions, Children on the way. Wasteland I talked, I ate, I drank, and I moved about But without any real satisfaction. My needs were meaningless Like hints of shadows Too far from the source of light to distinguish. And I, the idealist Was no more acquainted with myself Than to a stranger. Black desperation was exploding From my cold eyes So barren of luminosity And thoughts of the goodness of love. I saw the truth of it. Because notwithstanding, I was dying within, I was fighting like hell to feel alive. ****Keep coming back for new poems, which will be featured at the top of the page! **** |
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