the sand traveler...

his face etched by the winds of time
like the pyramids that were his home
determination sculpted by the sifting sands
like the giant sphinx standing guard in the desert
his skin colored copper by the tides of the red sea
the sands and sea
that bore him on his journey
this journey of eons
this journey through time
through space
other lives
seeking searching through space and time

and time had taken its toll
piercing his flesh with its passage
burning into it the uncharted map of his life
space becoming his tent called home
walking under the harsh glare of the sun

soaring over the moon and sleeping under the stars on his wayward travels
his heart beating in rhythm to the memory of clanking camel bells
a heart fertile still as the nile delta
a heart crimson filled with the blood of his ancestors

but a heart with a missing piece
and it was for this missing piece of his soul that he continued to search

to travel that bound him to never forsake
desolation his only companion as

on he trekked ‘cross sinuous serpentine shapes
his long hair and head cloth his body’s only armor

against the scorching solitude of his journey

and so it was that his hard lean body

with its crimson heart yearned and ached

for that which was missing

which had always been missing from his life

from this life and all the other lives in space and time
until one day in a single moment

where time itself stood still and space no longer spun round

this noble traveler collided with a force so powerful

as to render him to his knees on the burning desert floor of his present life
a force so powerful as to shake him to his core
ramming its way into the deepest crevices of his soul
copper caverns long forgot
a force omnipotent
yet a force he feared not
there was a familiarity to this force
a sense of familiarity that transcended
transcended space transcended time
gripped in the fierce beauty of this familiar stranger 

his heart with the missing piece began to pulsate to push to thrust outward
further outward till at last it was whole again
whole again and fiercely beating
beating in rhythms rampant with life anew a new life
and with his heart made whole so too were his other senses
senses long seared shut by life time after life time of searching
but senses now no longer dulled
in this instant of newly found wholeness
there came to this noble traveler
a sound almost silent almost imperceptible
but a sound nevertheless
a whisper
a soft velvet smooth whisper
that slipped gently through his ears and
down down into his blooming heart
caressing the scarlet vessel...

shhhhh.....
i am here...
you have found me...

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

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

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

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 -

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

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

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...

.

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

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!]

keep hopin'...

keep hopin’ to find someone dear
keep findin’ myself way down here
way down here under all that fear
way down here with no one near

don’t really know what it’s gonna take
just hope it comes quick for my heart’s sake

keep hopin'