SPIRIT SHIPS SAIL...

spirit ships sail
through the black veil

true true love’s done gone astray
seems to have lost its lonesome way

as dream shadows fall
from the dark side of the moon
ripples of time they can’t recall
sleepin’ stars in a blue lagoon

and lost souls mourn their blind eyes
can’t hear nothin’ for the hue and cry

slivers of hope cast to the skies
waitin’ on hearts to open wide

but the crow flies its straight path
headed now to the glory bath

ain’t gonna git in the way of love’s bloody wrath

don’t nobody know deep down inside
where true love’s gone to hide

and spirit ships sail
through the soft pale
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the chamber...

once upon a time in that long ago
before the kiss of death and web of woe

you had it all and you had me
where are we now but in hell’s debris

could you not have walked away
and with my love only stayed

listened not to my own words
turned from that other life undisturbed

your time has come and gone alas
there is no more in the looking glass

whisper now what you intend
wasting away in the dark night winds  

of my heart’s empty chambers
do you think yourself more alive

with the morning light
or do you linger here just for spite

is there no beginning nor an end
and each to the other love appends

whisper now what you intend

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[image credit to roger gauthier at http://artphotokebek.blogspot.com]

south by southwest...

how smooth you slip into my dreams
like a free-floatin’ licorice stream
runnin’ south by southwest downhill
makin’ me wish we was together still
your love seeking salvation in the crevices
etched in my flesh by all those lost faces
of time without life without light
a time like some kind’a biblical blight
time standin’ still in the barren sands
holdin’ me hostage in hell’s bad lands

 

 then come wet blessin’s from blue skies above
washin’ you in with all’a your love
next come the sweet rains pourin’ down
makin’ me wish i could lay down ‘n drown
in your free-floatin’ licorice stream
that slides so swift into my dreams
runnin’ south by southwest downhill
straight to the spot’a the kill 

washin’ away all'a my will
makin’ me wish we was together still

south by southwest
downhill

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it ain't easy...

it ain’t easy
it ain’t never gonna be easy
this thing between me an’ you
some’ll say it’s just plain sleazy

some’ll say it’s one’a them nasty sins
but i don’t care if heaven we lose or win
hell’s already full’a them sins’a the skin

it ain’t never gonna be nothin’
this thing between me an’ you
nothin’ more’n you lovin’ me
an’ me lovin’ you
like we do

no, it ain’t easy
it ain't never gonna be easy
lovin’ me
this wild banshee 

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the heart of autumn...

like autumn leaves
naked
brittle
and
frail
strewn against their will
by whispers of winter
so too her thoughts of him
lying long dormant

now weave their way
on the winds of time
into her days and nights
days without light
nights without end
without him
leaving her heart
naked
brittle
and
frail
like autumn leaves

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[re-posted from words unspoken]

shadow world...

shadows deep and thick
closed round her

savoring
swallowing
her

heart

lost souls winding their way
to the land of the lost
shipwrecked fragments of time
their only compass
through the mire
her own soul long ago sold
for the gold of another life
blinded by the want of more
she could not look
and thus she did not see

shadows deep and thick
closed round her

savoring
swallowing
her

self

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in 2012...

i

wish you

L O V E

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happy new year

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it's time - time for a little.....joie de vivre...

merry merry

dear friends

laissez les bons temps rouler

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TO THE REAL NATIVES OF THIS LAND...a time of giving thanks...

for 

the kindnesses and generosities

shown by you

i give thanks

for

your wisdom and teachings

i give thanks 

for

the sacrifices and losses

suffered by you

i beg forgiveness

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rough pages...

weathered words

speak dark the ages

 soft hands dredge

o’er love’s rough pages

  

barbed wire bound

between torn covers

guarding secrets

of her lover's

as seams of their

dark ancient dreams

rip wide to loose

the tattered schemes

and hearts bleed out

in rushing streams

captive now in rusted cages

lost souls scream in silent rages

wasted lives speak dark the ages

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rusty nails...

like rusty nails
gouged into wooden pails
bleedin’ out in crimson streams
dreams decayed laid to rest
in windblown nests

wanderin’ the wastelands
of times erased by desert sands
ain’t nothin’ never for free
hope now a tarnished memory
walkin’ those lonesome streets
of my heart’s ghost town
lost love now satan bound
empty but for the
tumblin’ tumbleweeds
the devil’s seeds
silent but for the ragin’ screams
of my dyin’ dreams

 like rusty nails

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the jagged terrain...

 

he comes from a place far away
a place where night is day
and day brings no light
like a devil's dark blight
where love’s gone astray
and can't find its way
a place where barren is the land
like pearls of a broken strand
and cross the mountains deep
windswept tears sweep
the jagged terrain
like a ragin’ train

yes, he comes
from a place
far away

 

he comes
from
my
heart

he
comes
to
me

he
comes
for
me

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tarnished skies...

tarnished skies

and languished lives
line the shelves of
forgotten dreams
and dastardly schemes
grinding down each

tiny tear of hope           
leaving only love’s
raw reflection
of gnawed bone
the skeleton of what was
baring its bleached heart
gleaming now in the light
of the moon

as i sleep
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and all is done...

autumn comes
and all is done
lifeless leaves loose their grip
falling now for that final trip
swept to the shore by whispers of dreams
float away in swirls blue and green
soft subtle shadows rush to the night
calling your name in love's lost light
and so many memories of you
what am i to do

autumn comes

and all is done

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the shadow bird...

the shadow bird flies

through moonlit skies 

casting softly his spell

on those burning in hell 

can he not forgive 

those souls who do live 

one life at a time 

regardless their crime

the voices...

 

i hear the voices in my head
never listening to what they’ve said

for while they ring of truth and right
they leave me cold in the night

to be held close in love and light
is all I want with all my might

that part of me that seeks to reason
i leave to ponder in life's seasons

i choose instead my heart’s own sounds

as with their warmth they me surround

and so my heart rules ‘oer my head
i’ll live by love when all is said

 

i'll live by love

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but now...

could you not see what i could see
each time we met in secrecy
could you not feel the children's fears
each time we held each other dear
'tis not your fault
i entered knowingly into our vault
i entered willingly i cannot me exalt
but when i knew

t'would not be you
to say no more
it was i
who shut the door
forever more
what else
was i to do

 
but

i miss you

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the keep...

the blinding edge of reality

suffers not the me of me

when darkness wraps my heart in love's eternity

and ravens black in forests deep

bemuse themselves in sorrow's keep

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the speculum...

she gazed into the hand held mirror
but herself no longer could she see
she drew nearer and nearer
and still herself she could not perceive

for there, there in the silver speculum
deep inside her outreached palm was an image
so chilling she almost succumbed
staring back at her from this metal cage

piercing her heart from another time another place
exposing love long since cast aside
in the dainty fingers of her past she held his face
the face of all held holy still and her thoughts collide

into the knowledge that she could no more part
with the vision of this, the reflection of her fate
than could she divest herself of her beating heart
breaking as it was for her beloved soul mate
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the crows fly...

the crows fly overhead

dropping dreams upon the dead

crying out to those who pled
do not your feathers shed
for soon to moon you’ll be wed
and in her arms will you bed
with her stars your love is bred

 






there will be the holy thread
all wound up in shades of red
tracking those whose hearts have fled
leaving circles where they bled
drawn in death’s cold black lead
do not think you’ve misread
listen now to what’s been said

the crows fly overhead
dropping dreams upon the dead

where will you be led?

the rolling seas...

in you

my heart sets sail
  with midnight veil 

and holy grail

   into the dark of night
    the tempest flight
    in virgin white

 

  our chart

the distant shore
the magic lore
love evermore

our lives

the waves we ride
poseidon at our side
skies open wide

you are

my rolling seas
and

i

your

wild
banshee

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wishin' and wonderin'...

wish night could be
more time left
just for me
but time is measured

in loveless theft

wish i could remember words
letters of thought just before sleep
but they fly away on the wings of birds
leavin’ me empty and nothing to keep

seems as if

those are always the ones
thoughts most wanted

thoughts most wise
words most prized

when day is done
for those i search

but i cannot rise
sad there's no notepad

for my mind
sneak back onto land

and into dreams
where all is known

and many kinds
all held safe

in golden moonbeams

readin’ my words

of wants last written
wishin’ i knew with what

i am smitten
 

 dangerous readin'

of dangerous thoughts
wishin’ i knew if all for naught
thoughts showin’ me as i wanna be
wishin’ i knew what really is key
danger in placin’ too much weight
wonderin’ if it’s only his foolish bait
such words such thoughts such dreams
wonderin’ if anyone hears my screams

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the dragon eye...

the dragon eye
floating high
floating free
holding me
in the deep dark night sky

do not its power we belie
rising

in its guided time
pure perfection

at its prime
casting life’s diamond slivers
upon the black waters quiver
spirit probe
the golden globe
the blessed ball
does surely all enthrall

floating free

holding me

holding thee

floating high

the dragon eye

the holy twine...

strings
of
sunshine
like
holy
twine
streamin’
down
wrappin’
my
heart
round
and
round
nev’a
leavin’
it
all
unwound

but will it be enough to cleanse
all them horrible divil’s sins
an' let me begin ag’in
gi’mme one more chance

to dance

the
dance

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love unlived...

you penetrate my dreams
permeate my silent screams
and glide into the ancient streams
                    
where love holds always your invite
and darkness holds its secrets tight
but like the wind regrets take flight

what has happened to my sight
did vision die without the light
and leave me now to this sad plight

nothing is as it seems
nothing left to redeem
when will it ever end
when will it ever end

never
he whispers
never

ever

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