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

.

.

.

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

.

.

.

these bare walls...

bare walls
these bare walls
display now the fragments
of what was
the ribbons and colors of us
hanging dangling now in oblivion
as do we
brandishing about
our naked desires
exposing for us to see
the unseeable the invisible
the unthinkable
of life apart
each without the other
these barren walls
flaunt the fractures and fissures
of frigid reality
of my reality
our reality

these walls bare
my soul my spirit
my love my lust
your lust love
uncontrollable craving
carving striping away the shroud
of make believe
of what we wanted needed
of what could be
what we would be should be
leaving open and crusted now
my bleeding heart
bleeding weeping seeping
through the cracks and crevices
of life without color
without substance
life without you without us
without love
life without living

these walls bear
the crucifix of love defied
enduring all for love alone
these walls suffer
my sins your sins our sins
bearing the weight
of what we wanted what we took
in greed and gluttony
as if our shallow skeletons
would shatter without the oasis of us
these walls also bear
love defined love sublime
love in this life unlived unfulfilled
abiding the transcripts of time and place
bearing me bearing you into us
carrying into the next life
holding and carrying gently
love into that existence
bearing us both
until that morrow
when these walls
will no longer be

bare

.

.

IS IT - my poem set to music! thank you kate!

- A BIRTHDAY "PRESSIE" FROM KATE -

 my heart thanks you

    ~

is it her name
you cry in
silent screams
in your lifeless dreams

her scent
that gives you flight
on crimson wings in the night

is it her laughter
that fills the bottomless hole
dug deep within your poor lost soul
  
her flesh
that burns now your own
through layered shreds of crystal bone

is it her soul
that wraps you gently in the bleak black blue
left behind by an anguished adieu

her spirit
that holds in love the charred remains
of life’s last embers within your veins

is it
is it hers

or
is
it
mine

.

.

.

[post dated august 10, 2011]

is it...

       

is it her name
you cry in
silent screams
in your lifeless dreams

her scent
that gives you flight
on crimson wings in the night

is it her laughter
that fills the bottomless hole
dug deep within your poor lost soul

   

her flesh
that burns now your own
through layered shreds of crystal bone

is it her soul
that wraps you gently in the bleak black blue
left behind by an anguished adieu

her spirit
that holds in love the charred remains
of life’s last embers within your veins

is it
is it hers

or
is
it
mine

~

the other side of dark...

what is there beyond this dark black place

what must i do to keep the pace
to beat the chase to win the race

what will the gods now erase
from this blank life of empty space
                  
what did i do to fall from grace
how can love not me embrace
                  
what is there beyond this dark black place

~

would you like to hear the words spoken?

blue velvet dreams...

i wonder of you
when you are not here
with me near me

when you are
not to be found
to be seen

i wonder of you
on those nights
in the darkness
of my own devices

 

when there is no
light seeping through
the blue black velvet
of my thoughts of you

no beacon of life
to show me the way
to help me till the light of day

no gentle caress upon my breast
no sheltering from the storm
of sleepless nights without your cradling softness

i wonder of you
of where you are
with whom you share yourself
those nights
when you are not here
with me near me

when the blackness round
rushes into my dreams
like melted licorice sticks
smoldering there till
light of morn

i wonder of you
of where you are
if the other misses you
when you are here
as much as i miss you
when you are there

if she thinks of you
when you are here
as i think of you
when you are not

if her thoughts twist
into turmoil in your
absence as mine do

if her heart sings
in exaltation of your
presence as mine does

if her dreams
drift in waves
of blue velvet
when you are near

as mine do

i wonder of you
.
.
. 

you bring me back...

 

 

at night when i close my eyes

and you are there deep inside

you bring me back to where i wanna be

back to where we both were free

 

 in dreams

and

golden

moonbeams

.

.

.

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

.

.

.

elle dit adieu -

but
her
heart
could
not
forget...

the gypsy weeps...

eyes in midnight velvet

black jet

tamed by no man yet 

soft breasts of alabaster silk

with skin like soft creamy milk

 

hair spread like raven wings
when she speaks the gods do sing

lips all pouty and shimmering wet
she lives and loves without regret

spinning webs in ribbons of light
laid in shadows of darkest night

                  

 secrets hid in her red red heart
yearning for a love not lived apart

wish she did with all her might
but life alone is her sad plight

and so it is in the forest deep
the heavens sleep

as

the gypsy

weeps

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