the bleeding...

i have lost my voice
in lands long gone
tongue of red
skin of white
o beloved deer
forgive me my sins
my skin bleeds white
my heart beats red

i have lost my hearing
in sounds of death
ears of stone
cast to the winds
o beloved bison
forgive me my sins
my skin bleeds white
my heart beats red

i have lost my sight
in warriors slain
eyes of love
turned to fright
o beloved child
forgive me my sins
my skin bleeds white
my heart beats red

i have lost my touch
in muskets drawn
hands of gore
take their toll
o beloved land
forgive me my sins
my skin bleeds white
my heart beats red

i have lost my soul
in skin of white
bleeds red
through the black night
o beloved tribe
forgive me my sins
my skin bleeds white
my heart beats red

my
heart
bleeds

red
.
.
.

cries of the jungle...

clandestine love in the night

heated whispers brush my face
you become me in black and white
and love becomes more in this dark dark place
as flames are lit in this sacred rite

clandestine love in the night
 
echoes of lust sear our fate
as voices beseech a lascivious wait
words plant deep in fertile flesh
while dappled shadows do us enmesh

clandestine love in the night

reality blurs in shades of grey
o’ glorious love i do thee pray
as silent breaths hush the chanting choir
grey becomes red in the midnight fire

clandestine love in the night
elephants roar as gazelles take flight
all becomes quiet in the hot jungle night
and dreams become our singular plight

clandestine love till the mornin’ light
.
.
.
.
.

dancers of the lavender...

we dance into
the lavender light
as the night moves
between our fevered hips
and cries of the jungle
weave our dream

o dancers
of the lavender night

hold close the stars
upon your burning breasts
as the moon swims
between your fevered lips
and cries of the jungle
fly you free

and the night moves
and the jungle cries
and the moon swims
and the jungle flies

you

into
the lavender night

o dancers
of the lavender light

dance
dancers
dance

~

night song...

night songs sung in
blue velvet time
seas open wide
their cryin’ eyes
washin’ away
lost love’s grime
as hands reach out
in languished love
and love burns down
to chared remains
nothin’s the same
without
you

.

.

.

the dance...

and cranes took flight
to the morning light

and the red sun shone
o’er the mountains steep
strands of love

cut from the skein

 and the pale moon rose
o’er the jungle deep
a white rhino
glistenin’ in the rain

 

and the tin stars froze
in their slumber keep
as flamingos pranced
in silent campaign

and the night winds sang
in shades of blue
threadin’ their kites
in silver dew

and i kissed the day
your lips came to stay

and we danced
the dance
of love’s
last

chance

.

.

.

lost at sea...

thunder on the mountain
fire down below
storm clouds
gather
in my
love
weary
soul

days turn to nights and
nights turn to hell
nothing been
the same
since
i
fell

in the oceans of
your eyes
the depth
of which
the
gods
belie

sucked down deep in
the currents strong
lookin’ at you
was what
 

i
done
wrong

.

.

.

and the band plays on...

elephant tusks rip
through the dark blue night

as your fingers part
my red red seas
lifting up the me of me
love flows up
and love flows down
washin’ away
those sacred sounds

throughout this holy
of holy nights
my crimson plight
too late to shut
the gilded gate
my fatal fate
as the band plays on

and elephant tusks rip
through the dark blue night

tearing lost dreams apart
as wind songs track
the cries of my heart

and red eyes shred reality
on the hard dried plains
of wilted hopes
and stark finality

as elephant tusks rip
through the dark blue night

and the lion roars
and herons take flight
taking with them
your precious light

and i become
a liquid dream
in aphrodite’s ancient scheme
leaving me alone
with just my screams

elephant tusks rip
through the dark blue night

and the band plays on
.
.
.
 

seasons...

your eyes traced my lips
as they opened like a
rose’s bloom waking
in a spring
shower

and your fingers shouted
the sounds of silence
as they danced
into my
heart

and your mouth devoured
the silken threads
i could not
speak

and the skies spread wide
and the rains came
and the earth
danced

on that hot summer day
when first
i knew
you

when your eyes
traced
and
your fingers
shouted
and
your mouth
devoured

me
.
.
.

o heart of mine...

o aching heart
that found you once
tied as you were
in a web of woe
and loved you more
than life could bear
and out of love
set you free
to live in dignity

love divine

o breaking heart
that loved you so
and loves you still
and always will
to find you cut
those ties that bind
and walked away
had i but known
i would have stayed

love of mine

o broken heart
rigid with regret
how can i now
e’re forget
what i had
and what i did
had i known then
what i know now
i would have

yes
i would have

 

o heart
of mine

broken
twice

.

.

.

cobwebs and shadows...

cobwebs woven
in strands of time
wonderin’ when
you’ll ever be mine

and egrets soar
from my ocean’s dry floor

shadows spilled
from bodies’ drawn blood
dripping down
from love’s fiery flood

and flamingos fly
from the curves of my thighs

and lightening strikes
to the earth below
setting fire in
a crimson glow

and lions roar
from the depths of my core

then moonlight moans
its song so sad
in sweet sweet rays
all golden clad

and egrets soar
and flamingos fly
and lions roar

through cobwebs woven
in strands of time
knowin’ now
you’re already mine
.
.
.
 

oh orchid lace...

from
tarnished memories
in three quarter time
faceless bodies
in black and white
days dredged
with dreams undreamed

and nights beset
with crusted lies
oh love
denied
where demons dress
on golden shores
and angels taunt
forevermore
where love
had breathed
its last
and life
was lived
far too fast
oh acts
regret
all led
to but one place
dance my feet
oh feet of clay
dance my way
to your
smiling
face
and
wrap
me
now
in
 
your
orchid
lace
.
.
.

BOOK RELEASE...words unspoken...

it's here...yes...all those words unspoken from my first poetry blog, the gypsy on words unspoken, are now released in book form at amazon and ready for you - a long time coming and not without all the words of love and support and encouragement from all of you - for which i remain forever grateful - many many thanks to each and every one of you - 

with special thanks to the fabulous folks MARTIN CID and ISABEL del RIO at YAREAH MAGAZINE and YAREAH BOOK PUBLISHERS - be sure to check out this wonderful literary/arts international publication where you can catch my poetry every sunday - 

and extra special thanks to TRISH MACGREGOR for her ongoing inspiration, encouragement/support and friendship - and to her magnificent creation, NICA [in Esperanza and Ghost Key], who emanates love and lust - live on, Nica, live on!

- to all my readers, i wish you love and light -

shadow dance...

night winds etched your face
into the far side of the moon
and shadow birds danced
on waters of broken promises
last chances and
what could
have been

as the sun singed your heart
into the star-filled skies
and shadow birds danced
on clouds of discontent
dysphoria and
what could
have been

and the storm spun your soul
into the deep dark abyss
as shadow birds danced
on the edge of the cliff

and the winds etched
and the sun singed
and the storm spun

you
away

as

shadow birds
danced

on my
love’s grave
.
.
.
.
.

embedded...

you always loved that
i remembered yours words

 








but it was easy
they were imprinted
upon my heart

you always knew that
i remembered all those
words said only
with your eyes

those words unspoken

but it was easy
they were embedded
within my heart
.
.
.

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