to live the red in 2011...this and more i wish you...

live it
live

the touch of red
live the touch
live the red
touch the red
touch life
let the red touch

you
let it touch you
teach you
tamper you
let it teach you
red hot passion
burning churning
like a pit of fire
let it touch you
in your heart
in your mind
in your loins
let it tamper
your complacency
your contentment
tamper them into
temptation
let it tempt you
tempt you to
touch more
to taste more
to touch again
to touch life
to touch the red
to let the red
touch
you
tempt you
to
love
to
live
to
live
the
red

[to you, nica]

she reaches...

she reaches 

down
down 

into

her darkness
to hold onto
to grasp
to reach
the unreachable
his love
lived

but
she reaches
nothing
nothing
that can be
it has all been
lost at sea
the sea of
what never could be

and 

still

she

r
e
a
c
h
e
s

to see...

if i see you
can i touch you
if i touch you
can i taste you
if i taste you
can i have you
if i see you

cause
i want you

all i wanna do...

the open road called my name
will nothin' ever be the same

as when i first saw you
my heart thrown all askew

the words hide deep down inside
waitin' wantin' to open wide

but all i wanna do
is reach out and touch you

just touch
you

all i wanna do

THINKING OF YOU...

DURING THIS TIME OF 

ENDINGS AND BEGINNINGS - 

YOUR PRESENCE AT MY LITTLE CAMPFIRES 

MAKES THE JOURNEY

SO MUCH BRIGHTER AND WARMER 

AND I AM HONORED

TO HAVE YOUR FRIENDSHIP!

WISHING YOU AND YOURS

PEACE AND LOVE

the composition of love...

 love is composed of

a single soul 

inhabiting two bodies

words...

all that is
within my heart
i say to you
each time
i look into
your eyes...

kissed...

by the darkness

of times gone by

i wait...

.

the blue angel...

she had tried

oh god 

how she had tried                                             

not to look to see                                           
not to think to feel                               
                to smell to taste                             
                to want to need
                to succumb
                to surrender sanity
                to relinquish reality to
that galvanizing first glance
the look
the lock of the eyes
that instantaneous knowing
the gnawing familiarity
the instant intimacy
                for where could it lead?
                but to no man’s land                                       
                no woman’s land                                       
                the land of denial                                       
the land of self-denial

land of deceit deception
the land of no return
the isle  of exile
this dangerous territory
to which they both were
foreigners in a foreign land
                and so it was that
                she took flight
                bolted broke loose escaped
                escaped with her soul intact
                her virtue whole
                her heart held ransom
                vowing never to return
and now -

now 

     she tried
                 oh god  

                               how she tried

to forget
to erase eradicate exterminate
but it was not to be
she was not set free

                                                                                            prey to the polarizing pull

                                                                                                        of cerulean circles 
                                                                                                         relentlessly pursued

hunted stalked and found

                                                                                                     by the blue angel of love

love amytal barbital veronal
love hypnotic
she had been ambushed
taken by brute force                               
ripped away ravaged by                                       
its raging currents                                        
taken to deep dark crevices 

she had never known
chasms long forgot

places where he awaited her

and now held captive

love’s captive

                                                                                                         captivated

                                                                                   a creature confined
                                                                                                              a prisoner held hostage

by the deep

endless

unfathomable

                                                                         sea green oceans
                                                                           of love and lust

[a re-post from "words unspoken" 12/13/2009]

to passion and phoenixes...

 - our passions are the true phoenixes -

when the old one is burnt out

a new one rises from its ashes

queen of the earth...

you cannot imagine what a queen of the earth

i was when i was twelve years old -

ah, how you would have loved me 

and

how i miss myself!!!

the duty...

 Live so that 

thou mayest desire

to live again 

- that is thy duty - 

for in any case thou wilt live again!

i...

cry

you

and

my 

heart 

bleeds

through...

if.....

if i look long enough
if i look hard enough
do you think it possible
that i might find
my long lost lovin’ mind

lost to the

ravages of your

mysterious kind

if i look deep enough
and deeper still
might i find love
upon the hard flat sill
that borders the lifescape
of your worn weary heart.....

if i climb down and down
into the looking glass now
might i be then a
part of your life
a life so lost in the
echos of time
no longer true
nothing makes sense
just a piece of this
cold hard brass
if i look long enough
if i look deep enough
if i climb down enough
where would i be
neverneverland
and no longer

me

the truth of the soul...

whatever satisfies

the
SOUL

is
TRUTH

tears of the lake...

cried by lovers whom love forsakes

life without love their sad sad fate

she now, like him...

he was but a ghost now -

a spirit - without color without life -

a revenant returning now and then

to that misty chamber in her heart

to remind her that she, too,

had once been alive -

had once been

more than a mere apparition

without color without life

without love -

but that, with his absence,

she, now, like him,

was but a ghost...

 

 

[a re-post from my "words unspoken" blog - enjoy!]