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

~

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

.

.

.

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 holy holy...

unholy days of mine

when i found you
my spirit hungered
chewed to the core of
my soul’s bones
my thirst rampant
raged through
rusted tunnels
of wasted yesterdays
my life dark
under blackened sun
obliterated moon
sawdust stars

unholy days of time
 
when i found you
my eyes blinded
belied reality
my lips parched
by love’s skeleton
held no succor
my ears deaf
silenced by sin
my voice mute
lost in searing screams

unholy days of then

when i found you
hands no longer held
arms no longer reached
feet no longer climbed
self no longer sang
when i found you

unholy days
unholy time
unholy then

when i found you
i was found

o holy love
o holy

holy
.
.
.

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

.

.

.

wastelands...

ridin’ those highways of time
through my everlovin’ mind
lookin’ for some little ole sign
that says he’s all mine

but wastelands unkind
are all that i find

 
ain’t no oasis on which i can hope
nor nothin’ else to help me cope
nothin’ but sun bleached bones
love’s last remnants ever’where strewn

heartbeats embedded in sun-drenched sand
siftin’ right through my beggin’ hands
day scorches all in this burnin’ land
and night sings the blues in black velvet bands

life without love now takin’ its toll
peace don’t come to a heart heavy soul
ridin’ those highways of time
where cheatin’ for love was always a crime

and wastelands unkind
are all that i find
.
.
.
 

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
.
.
.

desert rain...

 

his words swept over her
like a summer storm in the
late afternoon
washing away the weariness
of the day
cleansing her soul
purifying her heart
gushing downhill in
currents of wasted nights
and lives bleached like
 

winter snow
on the desert floor

refreshing now

renewing now

the roots of discontent

that lay just beneath

the chiseled surface

of her love

for him

the waters deep...

i drew you up from the ocean deep
lay you down upon my feet
then stripped you of your golden gills
and opened wide the heart that fills
with all the truth that does seep
from out my heart as it weeps

then came your tongue that spilled
the molten iron of my free will
how can my soul now you keep
i drew you from the waters deep

.

.

.

tarnished skies...

tarnished skies

and languished lives
line the shelves of
forgotten dreams
and dastardly schemes
grinding down each

tiny tear of hope           
leaving only love’s
raw reflection
of gnawed bone
the skeleton of what was
baring its bleached heart
gleaming now in the light
of the moon

as i sleep
.
.
.

to the one i left in dover...

it's pourin' rain
deep down in here

dark black rain pourin' down
since you ain't near

pourin' sadness and sorrow
like they ain't no tomorrow



all them tarnished yesterdays
lookin' for somewhere to stay

but they ain't no more room
deep down in here

no they ain't
caus'a all this sicken'n fear

this heart'a mine's
just plumb runnin' over

since i done left you
up there in dover

yeah it's pourin' rain
deep down in here

'cause you ain't nev'a
no more
my dear
.
.
.

is there...

is there no time for us
that we must love and part

is it a sin for us
to love with both our hearts

is there no way for us
to be in this life’s cusp

 

is there no place for us
before we turn to dust

~

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

~

shades of red...

 













the moon looks down
upon my lonely bed
and bathes my breasts in
shades of red

and then cries down
in crimson tears
upon my broken heart
that fears

to let you in
to hold you near

pieces of me...

pieces of me
left behind
wonderin’ now
who’s gonna find

strewn ‘long the highways

and byways of yesterdays

pieces of me
to set free
wonderin’ now
if that’ll ever be
kept under wraps way too long
never singin’ a purty song

pieces of me
still inside
wonderin’ now
if they’ll hide
in that deep dark abyss
or do they even exist

those
pieces

of
me

~
.

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

~

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

~

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

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

.

.

.