the light of darkness...

into
the darkness

shut out
the day
leave that
world behind
weave your way
through my skin
into my heart
where time
stands still
unfettered
untethered
 

where
darkness is
the beacon
guiding me
lighting
the path
to you
to us
to our time
our world
 

the world
of darkness

the flood gate...

when dragons fly

the ancient skies
and demons sing

their lustful cries

of her own free will
she’ll lay her down

in the waters still
and pray to let them

seep right in
way down deep

where it all begins
soak right in to

her very core
and open wide

the flood gate door
where ancient seers

have their say
if light will shine

another

day

when dragons fly

the ancient skies
and demons sing

their lustful cries

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 those 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 ride...

come to me my wild gypsy steed

neither reins nor bit to guide thee do I need

i’ll sit upon your coat of virgin white and blackest black

and mount myself upon your back

that bears me long and bears me well

and from this earth we shall dispel

i’ll hold your rippled mane

taste the power within your frame

ride us high and ride us low

into the whirlwinds shall we flow

with fire and grace to spur us on

we’ll fly through the night and past the dawn

the shadow bird's spell...

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

from the desert sands...

in how many lives

     
have we loved before

i cannot count them all

in how many more

shall we be one

from the desert sands

of our yesterdays

in the holy lands

to the sweeping shores

of the oceans grand

in our tomorrows

together we’ll stand

left behind...

when i turned
and walked away
from you from us
that cold dark day

a piece of me
my broken heart
was in that instant       
left behind

left behind to
fuse with yours
for one of us
to have a whole

a broken whole
pieces entwined
to help us through
the shadow nights

the nights of love
left behind
   

to the one who's been there, too, in the land of 

- "shadow nights and cloudy days, long cold moments before the dawn" -

.....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

.

.

.

to the mighty phoenix...

you are missed

you speak to me...

in

words

of

painted

fire

because i must...

i write because i must

words wind their way from deep down inside
and lurk around in the crimson tide

deep down where the wild voices live
who allow me life when to them i give

my pen
to begin

i write about love because i have no choice
            to these words i must give voice

words that linger under my feverish flesh
            my thoughts they do enmesh

waiting wanting needing to bore their way
            to the light of day

from the pregnant cocoon of my heart’s passion
            once written all is done

until they breed once more
and penetrate my soul’s door

i write because i must

and so it is...

all

i

can

do

is

be

me

whoever

that

is

imagine...

  imagine peace

just

imagine

 

deep inside her belly....

she lay her down on the jungle floor
her self was hers to be no more
she reached inside to oceans shores
and opened wide the mystic doors
her mighty mate he did roar

then deep inside her belly 

first came the shape
the shape of things to come
the shape of all or none
the shamen did not shun
her belly now the rising sun

then deep inside her belly
next came the scream
of all your ancient dreams
nothing now as it seems
pray your gods your soul redeem
the universe her birthing stream

then deep inside her belly
came now the spirit from within
bursting through her bleeding skin
and issued forth in ravaged sin
the cosmos turn to spiral and spin
with no beginning and no end

deep inside her belly
 
.
.
.

- do we not see - 
- do we not hear - 
the signs? -
- a re-post that just seemed fitting today in light of the tuscan incident of 1/8/11 -

said the earth to the sun...

let me hold you gently still 

lay you down upon my hills 

cast your light to warm my chill 

let me hold you gently still 

for all of life we do fulfill


 

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 firey 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 hyms 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

 

a re-post that just seemed to fit today - enjoy!

she is...

who is she
this woman

of dark mystery
standing

there

so tall

so straight
a woman

whose world they desecrate
where

has she been
who

might be her kin
what

has she seen
she looks like

an african queen
what

has she done
her life here

just begun
what

does she think
does she dream in blue india ink

what

does she feel
with her touch do you think

she can heal
who

is she
this woman of dark mystery
she is 

you

she is

me
she is

us
 

she

is