"A Musician's Love"

 

His hands caressingly withdraws his lady from her delicate shell.

Reverberating passions hold her gently,

mesmerized by his virtuosity.

What soul would dare the clamorous cacophony

of scores clashing with jarring impact

when there are other strings to be played?

Not he, whose veins are aflamed

while strumming light fingers call her forth,

darling croons of a lover's coarse,

what a sweet melodious prize.

With the skill of a master, wearing Mozart's crown,

he prepares her for a symphonizing affair

 

No meaningless words are uttered,

only a deep resonating sigh of amorous moans.

Erogenous notes played on Cupid's scale;

she sings of his endearing serenade,

and I fill with similar longings.

Her hollow tone beckons to me,

harmonious with the pulsating strings

attached to my soul.

Listening to the song of your passions

while you thoroughly play her along,

I dream of you and me interwoven within the guitar's

song.

(copywrited)

 

"Untitled"

 

I walked upon a road made of brimstone and shale.

Rushing forward into the passages of Hell.

Demon-spawn ravaged my innocent flesh,

While wails of lost souls echoed my lost rest.

No fiery road dared I to traverse,

Into the darkened halls, my spirit arrests.

Shackled in misery, this isolated soul,

Yet my stubborn feet refused to let go.

Blind to your passage a decade before,

I clawed and I crawled though that blazing door.

My eyes became mole dust, my brain infectious puss.

I cursed creation, forsaking all else.

You exited this realm when in, screaming, I fell.

You praised your creator with the rising of dawn.

I huddled in nightfall, overdosing on woe.

The dark minion stepped in, then relinquished his hold.

The battle was fought for heaven and hell.

On the battlements lay a wretched shell,

A wondrous flame began to explode

Life's pulsating face rose for me to hold.

Each step that I took drew me close to you,

Dancing outside Hell's gate, your life becomes renewed.

I followed your shadow, forcing my pace along;

Lingering feet falter at the crossroads, forlorn.

Filled with energy, I fly down that road,

Feeling vitality as each seedling unfolds.

I step on the branch to find our hands twined.

You ask for friendship; I falter this time.

As never allowed through my life in hell,

Overwhelming passions course through this lonely cloud.

Our spirit journey finds a harmonious road;

Hope rejuvenates two once banished souls.

"Mind-Bites"

(there are 25 pieced to Mindbites, this is the first of that collection)

I

 

A butterfly dances on an outstretched hand;

Two intriguing eyes are satisfied.

Where the gorgon lies, pegasus flies;

Reality survives in this fairyland.

 

I enter life's realm, a shuddering dream

Where surreal hero's can never succeed.

Your voice is echoed in my inner lobe,

Pleading with me to let you go.

 

The butterfly dances upon your soft breast,

Lured to your side by your essence.

Though you never wished to cause her harm,

Your manly breath bruises her delicate arms.

 

I struggle against my inner demons,

No fanciful thoughts for a gallant knight.

My only weapon, a rusted out pen,

The black tip breaks when they rush in.

 

The butterfly glides from your embrace;

Her shackled frame becomes a tattered disgrace.

You dared to place love's bonds upon a free soul;

Now she is only a gaping hole.

"Mortal Vs. Immortal Love"

 

The morning star dwindles with the rise of Hellos.

She goes to the window where she spies a new day.

The burning sea beckons; she wanders to the shore.

Searching for the treasures from some long ago lore.

A little trinket buried in the sand,

Poseidon's small gift for her lovely hands,

A tiny white shell, a pebble of glass,

A chunk of coral from the ocean floor.

In eager delight she collects her prize.

She bows to accept his watery pride.

Brazen images of forgotten days,

Carefree naiads dance upon sighing waves.

A caressing touch on a maiden's foot,

Innocent laughter, she plays with these thoughts.

A passing gull cries, echoing his shame.

One decomposed soul dressed in seaweed clothes.

Grimacing, she flees, then halts by his sea.

His siren's song urges her close.

She peers into the blue-grey fog.

Images of forgotten lands

Appear before her inner eye.

The days of mortal and immortal love

Obscure history's fading days of myth.

She casts aside her daily life

For ghostly dreams of the god's lies.

His powerful tides pull her body in;

His watery arms encircle her form.

Mesmerized by his godlike shape,

She moans in his lingering wake.

Only for this brief time, she sighs,

Shaking off his briny embrace.

Old religions have no such place

Within this realm, a modern stage.

Hands pull away, fleeting forms fade.

Where those his salty tears? A lashing wave appears.

No loving eyes to see his pain;

She returns to her mundane way.