Saturday, April 23, 2011

In the Arena

Is the old way out?
in this way only is
romance about
the way I love you

I can sense you in the area
on a sign outside where
the gates to the ocean open
lay the earth behind my blinds

A wedding bell chimes
the lull to be kept in
pursuing a hope without gradually
caring whatever that means
growing within love
in the beginning
dreaming there is no left there

Squeezed by her legs
and pressed into the sun
a place a home
the earth behind
my blinds
opening the floodgates of an ocean.


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Friday, April 22, 2011

Each Day's A Chance


Each day is a chance to watch love grow



  And I flew with a Dancer's Heart
feeling Love's music awakening my soul

            



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Named By The Sky



We are alive
And the trees lift their
golden arms and the clouds
flower into gothic messengers
of reawakening

And as startled -
as delighted by the
morning bird's song

In us contained
the truth, and a chance
opaque, wild,  inescapable

as we drag the sea through
and believe in silence.





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Saturday, April 16, 2011

A Thousand

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We had
a thousand scars for every one he had
 taken a thousand more pills
and resurrected ourselves a thousand more times



Waking  last  night  thinking
about     l i f e    wondering
questioning  if  it's  all - right  
to love somebody this much 
the dangers
of being this
                   high and  the
                   mistakes you
 can make.   Like  asking
 to  be  stabbed  to death
 because  you  like  r e d .
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Monday, April 11, 2011

Through Me


She moves
 through me as Spring moves
gently through the lines written on her leaves.



Lifting slowly through my veins
 Softly speaking to me 
Of the Life
That She sustains


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Sunday, April 10, 2011

Life Is An Infinity Of Change

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As day spins into night
the sun burning hot recedes from view
and dusk captures the imagination.

                                                 Life is an infinity of change...






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Saturday, April 9, 2011

We Saw The Sun Break Through The Sky

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Each night
the air
 trusted the sun
to turn her
sky

But when the
wind complained
last night
hiding the moon
and rain 
chanting
we grew
scared and confused
knowing  what was
at stake

We knew without light
we could not live, but we also
knew we had to trust the dark
So we moved below
 the skin's unimportance
and trusted our seeing
to the dragon's eye

And we held together
through the stormy weather
until  the sun
broke through
the sky.
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*Dragon's Eye - love, wisdom, power
  compassion & understanding. Sometimes represented with the triangle symbol.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

When I Felt Her Words



When I read
 her words 
   I knew that I was in Love.


'With a jolt
my heart sped
 when thy voice
 like lightning
   struck so quickly.'


Seeing, Believing, and Feeling
their beauty
 Burning  Like Fire  behind  my  eyes...


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Tuesday, April 5, 2011

A Closeted Dream


The storm 
arose in his mind.
A cloud spoke

'it's your turn to die!'

the rain wept
while the sun hid
enraptured
in the honey of space.





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Friggin'

Thank you. !

I thought I would pick one, ( or two, I might add another), of my favorite poems from last year
and post them here ( where they might be seen), for my new friends and followers of my blog.





...And it's sad that how much knowledge we have makes such a difference in how we think.


Here's always there so why believe anything? So what if I don't believe in anything I can still believe in believing in something that I don't believe in. I hadn't been myself and then I felt what I believe, believing in what I didn't believe in, but now wasn't always behind me, and all that time, had I believed what I didn't believe in,  I might have laughed, and had I died first and could choose again, I might rather die believing in something that never happened, that I didn't believe in, than being sure that nothing would happen at all




( re-post)

How Much Is It Worth

How much is it worth ?
not counting money

If I think I can talk
like a friend to you
and laugh cry or smile
for us
and you

but then it's only me
trying hard in this way
to say
something

to listen to you
as if I knew
you could really love me.




    - End of Reposted Poem-
`~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.


We are surrounded by extra-nuclear forces ...

 and things are   NEVER   as  they    s e e m !


She is everything
but how much is that worth?
I stare
into her magnificent eyes
I am bling
just staring
as she burns through my lenses
so strong is her heat

I feel her breathing back

The penetration lights
infernos inside me
as she brands me
with the iron of her
inexplicably delicious
fires


and as a bridge worker            working  out   at   the   end   of   the   beam
returns
to a  b u i l d i n g
momentum

 in the stink of a thigh
flies my stink



and under a Freudian Slip
died my quip

...in the blink of an eye



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*I'm tempted to add something but decide not to.
..
* title changed 5 hours after publishing

1.Original title was: 'In the Stink of a Thigh'
2."under a Freudian Slip ", "in the blink of an eye" &
    "in the think of a why" were added 2 days after posting
     in an attempt to make sense of a  "cleaned up" & "revised " version
     of the original poem which ended in a coital double orgasm..
3."dies my quip" replaced the original ending line: " flies my stink"
4. Some other rhyme replaced  idioms for
    "in the blink of an eye":
5. numerous other changes were made on the 3rd day when she rose.
in the pink of a sky


in the drink of a rye
in the wink of a bi
in the kink of a tie
in the shrink of a high
in the dink of a guy
in the ink of a dye
in the mink of a pie
in the think of a why

Added approx: 3:47 PM April 6, 2011 - and changed numerous times thereafter...
 In the two days following the original post, I lost a couple of followers because of the 'vulgarity' in this post. I won't be changing my words in the future due to the potential damage from some perceived vulgarity or crudeness. That said, most of my posts will be PG with an occasional
PG-13.

  Thank you for bearing with me during this expression of sensuality. 

Monday, April 4, 2011

The Moon Shines From The Inside


The Moon Shines From The Inside

and 
seasons
 celestially
those in whom love grows

Her voice
now ever strong
casts past the dark shadows 
with awakening sounds
that ring out loud
from the deep of her body

In a time gone by
the river moon
 that swims so peacefully now
was besieged and battered
and swam frantically
 left scarred in a
hypnotic introspection
with the sea

But now sings
a rhapsodic harmony
of the mesmeric glow
that shines from
 within her

Breathtakingly
beautiful
She beams through the darkness
determined
to rekindle in others
 the flames
of eternal
 Love.


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Saturday, April 2, 2011

My Pet

Traveling at
light speed
without direction
the product of a creation
that bedazzles and befuddles
that gives birds 
branches to sing on
and gave me the ability to pretend
it's OK living without you

that lets me tell you
I love you more now
than forever
now more than
ever before

I beg
to be drawn back
into your mysterious
sketchbook
to ride on the center
between gravity.


Love,
    an incomplete disaster


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