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

.

.

.

and now?...

 and what of you when she went away

when she slipped from view that cold dark day

did a part of her remain perchance

remnant of your swirling shadow dance

and what of you when she came back not

when she slipped from you in a loose lover’s knot

did a piece of her lodge in your heart

remnant of your mind’s work of art

and what of you now since she’s been gone

when with her she took your brilliant dawn

and what of her since she slipped from sight

when with you she left her beloved night

and what of her since she went away

when from you she left ‘fore judgment day

and what of you

and what of her

now

now

that she’s

gone

and

you're

both

all

alone

what of you

what of her

.

.

.

words...

words
his words

spiraling spinning
sinking out of sight
into my sanity
my sovereign sanity
no longer held safe in
the sanctuary of my soul
 
words
his words

~

a different place...

she comes from a different place

the mask of time leaves not her face

tears of crimson leave their mark
 
her heart beats to the tune of dark

into the shadow world she walks

her refuge now the cry of the hawk

 
she goes to a different place

~

indigo love...

feather quill dipped
in the ink well of my soul
seeking searching 

for my liquid holy grail
deeper and deeper
riding the waves of
indigo swirls
touches of thoughts
coming up now
clinging to the long
hard shaft in your
heart held hand
hold the tip
ever so close
making your mark
till i weep
songs of love

on
your

parchment
sheet

~

homesickness...

she had become homesick
for something quite unknown
something unfamiliar
something she seemed to have known
to have felt to have been
some other time some other place
but when or where remained a mystery to her
what or who it was she could not remember
an agnogenic condition for sure
but homesick she stayed
and so it was that her nostalgia grew
as did her yearning for that something missing
not complete not whole she could not quite grasp
sadness coupled with longing soon turned to despair
longing for a thing she could not even name
despair for a thing unknown
the more she tried to remember to surrender
to the mist of her now-faded memory
the more embattled her soul
as if some stranger some trespasser
a foreign interloper had quietly and stealthily sneaked
into the deepest recesses of her self
and plucked and plundered till there was no more remaining
no more indeed not even a drop
of what was of what had been of what should still be
that obscure something for which her melancholy grew
and which soon twisted into a weariness begging for resignation
resigning herself to lost recollection to lost recognition

nothing could salvage what was not there

nothing short of divination
and so in her abject morbid meditation
as she sat staring
into the nothingness of her days
something caught her eye
an illusion almost
an image a manifestation
of something but of what
what was it that she saw there
staring back at her from the other side
slowly ever so slowly she began to see what was
it began to take shape
to become
that something she could not name
began to blossom to grow to regenerate
the skeletal pieces came together
blanketed by a soft pink tint
under which she could feel
slowly but surely beating
her heart
she glanced furtively upward
directly into the eyes of
of that something she was missing
that she had almost forgotten
that she had nearly lost
the eyes of her
SELF

and then she saw not just the pieces but the whole image
the thing for which she had become homesick
the thing unknown unfamiliar
it was her -

without him

~

the call of the wild...

the call of the wanton wild           
echoes from the little child       
even the gods by her beguiled
                   
keeper of the key to all is she
she flies the cosmos in utter glee       
for only she knows what will be       
this little child this child banshee

the steed of atonement does she ride
while under his hoofs worlds collide
and from his tongue the dead now cry
their pleas for mercy all denied
as prophets do in her confide

 

broken branches of peace once spoke

now devoured in crimson smoke
from in her hand with fiery stroke
or can it be the demons woke
there is no hiding under cloak

riddles ride the aeolian winds

spreading ashes of those who sinned

too late now their acts to defend
no more time their lives to mend
for unto them her wrath descends

ancient answers wing their way

eleusinian mysteries be their stay

 to live again carved in clay
if only they knew how to pray
but charred remains color their days

voices trickling from the past 

homeric hymns spun in glass
this and more the child forecast
she was the first and is the last

this little child born of the wild
whose virgin birth they did defile
and now pay all who did her rile

this little child

je ne sais quois...

      

you move me
in ways indescribable
ways intangible

from sterile streets
desolate concrete
you move me

into uncharted seas

unknown degrees

you move me

through storm tossed nights
angels in flight
you move me

into the light
where stars ignite
you move me

from the lost quadrants
of my barren heart
you move me

to the fertile nile
river run wild
you move me

in ways indescribable
ways intangible
you move me

you

move

me

~

the battle...

from you
there was no
no thief in the night
sneaking without sound
into the dark
that was my life

stealing
slowly
surely
my love

no
from you
there was
the barging in
the raging stampede
the complete attack
holding unspeakable ransom
in one swift swoop

leaving no option but
the total surrender

of

my

heart

~

brownskin woman...

brownskin woman, you my kin?
dancin’ round in mortal sin

swirlin’ to the strings of a mando’lin
rustlin’ skirts blowin’ in tha wind
hair put up with them fancy pins
arms flyin’ high from tha spirit within
men settin’ round swiggin’ on gin
bettin’ on who’s gonna win
don’t care when the night’s gonna end
all gonna stay at the caravan inn
so ya’ll come on- let the fun begin
 

brownskin woman, you my kin?

~

the corruption...

you
have

corrupted
me
with
your
innocence

leaving
my
soul
with
no
defense

tainting
my
heart
with
your
purity

loving
me
for
the
me
of
me

you
have

corrupted
me

with

your

love

~

silent words...

 

i cannot say aloud the words
that fill my heart
yet rip my soul apart

i cannot say aloud the words
that if i said
would leave us both dissolved instead

i cannot speak
in voices heard my love for you
yet in my silent screams i do

i cannot speak
of life within our stolen time
for we both know you are not mine

sometimes.....

sometimes in my sleepless dreams
i clutch at you then lose my grip
and wonder where it is
your heart has skipped
somewhere in my sleepless dreams

sometimes in my sleeping life
i look at you then lose my sight
and wonder why it is
your heart has taken flight
somewhere in my sleeping life

and sometimes in the me of me
i think of you then drop the key
and wonder where it fell
our love now gone to hell
somewhere in the me of me

sometimes
somewhere

i
still
clutch
at you
look
at you
think
of you
and

wonder

some

times

.

.

.

the feast...

emerging from his deep abyss

the slimy serpent raised its head

he sought her out upon her bed

and with a hiss and lingering kiss

upon her breasts he dared to feast
for her life he cared the least

he searched for her in times of need

to satisfy his own love’s greed

on her bosom he did suck
in a lustful frenzy all amuck
into her beating heart he did bite
with all his vigorous might
 

his tongue embarked to do his will
until at last he’d gained his fill
but what he could not see
through his lascivious glee
                       
beneath her bounteous flesh
was the bottomless hole
of her stone cold soul
where his own heart she would enmesh

what he sowed so did he reap
as he gurgled his last in her blackest deep
for his dying soul she did not weep

in her he had found the primal beast

her

turn
to

feast

.

.

.

a thing called WANT...

my want of
you
lies deep
deep within
too deep
within
to let loose
the salty tears
leaving trails
of all my fears
stuck deep
deep within
too deep
within
 


my want of
you
.
.
.
[a repost but a post true for today - well, and every day, for me, actually - enjoy]

PHANTOM LIMBS...

lust defined
flesh on flesh

love confined
thoughts of him

draped ‘cross her mind

like phantom limbs

.

.

.

a west texas dust storm kinda love...

i want me some

west texas dust storm

kinda love

                    plowing

                    pounding

i want the kind that 
rams into me like

a gale force wind

comin’ in 
striking me with

all its fury

knocking me out

of my arid reality

penetrating through

the outer layers

past the buffers

in between                  

                   plunging

                    puncturing

i want the kind that

shows no clemency

movin’ me

in ways inexplicable

entangling my hair

stinging my eyes

stirring my heart

ripping my soul apart

ramming deeper and deeper

grinding down and round

oozing into that deep dark

core of no return 

penetrating

permeating

i want the kind that

drives the gusts

of love unbridled

transporting me from

the lifeless illusion

and hard dry surface of

my existence

suspending me in time

eroding all of what was

depositing what is into

the lush oasis of love

unknown before

                    piercing the heart

                    piercing the flesh

                    merciless

yeah, i want me some

west texas dust storm

kinda love

                    electrifying

                    death-defying

you wanted me...

you let me be
the things i’d long forgot
held me close untied the knots
without a scheme without a plot

you gave me back
who i was before

but didn’t know no more
the one who’d shut that door

you got me back on track
of who i used to be
who i was to me
the gypsy wild banshee

you wanted me