1-10-04
Come Union
For you my sweet, from the bottom of my heart, the mind in my
soul, the taste of the universe on your lips.
Where you go, I wish to fly.
Seeing like you thru child’s eye.
Where you’re free, I wish to play,
Each new morn a brand new day,
With you, my love.
Where you wander, I steal stones.
What you squander, is the world’s loan.
Where you love, I wish to live.
What you offer, I wish to give,
Back To you, My love,
Back to you.
Were you a star, you’d be my sun.
Never too far, but always as one.
If ye be a butterfly, than I am your tree.
Be you a fearsome horse, your steed I shall be,
To run with you my love,
To run with you.
One look from your eyes, you carry me home,
A perfect peace I’ve never known.
As a night tide beacon shines your soul,
Helps to shoulder this elephant’s toll.
The world is light, with you my love,
Light with you.
I have reason for thanks, being in your wake,
I’d give you my life for old Pete’s sake.
We are each other, perfect fractured mirrors,
So to your Everlands my boat faithfully steers,
To be with you my love,
To be with you.
So my Gypsy of the clan of Drake,
May I with you share days we wake.
For you’ve unthorned my wing’d heart,
And quenched a flaming helm of darkest art.
Let’s plot out all our wanted dreams,
Pick up the gauntlet and summon our teams.
For you’re the why of air, I hear told in the wind,
And a violet hot fire’s passionate virtue and sin.
Tutcht, the Mach Poet from the 23rd century A.D. Last seen
on his Phoenix from
Beyond, sailing skyward to far flung realms with a Dark Moon Maiden riding a
Griffon.
I Love you, Q-P
Thinking about you…
I think about you when I’m alone.
I think about you when I think of home.
I think about you when I am sane,
I think that you, and vanquish all pain.
I think about you when I’m at play,
I think about you when you’re away.
I think of days now as rare sweet gifts.
I thrill in your eyes of butterfly mist.
I think that you are my soul’s own cure.
I think my heart has found its lure.
I think I see with you our better selves
Magicians, warriors, healers, poets in all of our stealth.
I think about you when I sleep,
I think about you when I’m counting sheep.
I think that we are still souls unborn,
Tilling earnestly til’ the world not mourn.
For in this world upon which we alight,
Every soul seeks to own its right,
To be that very seed of birth,
To heal the heart and give rise to Earth.
I think about you when thunder rolls
I think about you when the devil tolls.
I long to feel your heart near mine.
Ours beating closer to harmonious time.
I think about you my better half.
I think about you with a tickled laugh.
I think about you when I Fa-So-La-Tee-Do.
I think I can’t imagine ever letting you go.
I think I like your eyes on me,
But can’t really fathom what you see.
Know that sometimes storms do still tremor my heart,
But my love for you can’t be torn all apart.
Of this love, I always hope curiously,
To bring forth a kingdom like those heavenly.
But ‘tis your voice I forever long to gleefully hear,
An ancient siren’s call ever-drawing me near.
I think talking to you all the night long
Is really a walk filled with moon song.
I’d lay not too quietly there by your side,
A gentle seashore, softly embraced by the tide.
No I haven’t long lost me to steal a throne.
I too commit union to make you my own.
I watch you for hours beaming with pride.
I thank lucky stars that I’m kicking alive.
I think you give reason to raise forth my swift sword.
I think life without you would be the cruelest old course.
I think all thoughts are better with you,
A bonding of souls that seems utterly true.
I think about you when I dream of grace,
Haloed by sweet virtues in so hard a place.
I think every passing with the tell of your day,
Unquivers my heart’s arrows to fire away.
We’re of great Oaks that fell down from on high,
Spirits touching earth thru sun, moon and sky.
Heaven beams thru your eyes, heart and soul.
With you my sweet darling the dice I will roll.
You are a star that knows my true name,
A partner in love to teach me the game.
Numbers know no poets that keep steady rhyme.
But numbers of words are still to come forth in time.
6-9-04
An Endless Search
If somehow by the will of all worlds,
I lost you to forever,
I’d search an eternity’s galactic swirls
Longing for our together.
For as big as I could imagine
A mate to my soul in dreams.
I would have never fathomed
One so exquisite as you, it seems.
And if by chance you wanted me not,
Into a cave my heart would sure fall.
But I’d pick up the pace and summon my pluck
And learn to plunge back out into it all.
You must know this one thing to tell of my heart.
This is from a muse so true,
I’d venture a universe thrice deep as far,
To find another such as you.
You are stitched to my heart,
To your love I am bound.
You make life seem like art,
My soul mate I finally found.
9-14-02
FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH
From the onset of our fancies
Construct we our fated hope-so soul,
Beset with peculiarities,
Uncovered in this maze we undergo.
A heart in superior property,
A mind with music’s dance,
A spirit that longs to be free,
A mood so shaped by glance.
Yet, it is in tangible features
That the weary find cause to bear,
For seeing so noble a creature
In the tilt of your head, the tint of your hair.
The light cast of your eyes,
What source forges that tranquil grin?
You seem a measure of surprise,
Yet, I recognize something therein.
Some call it a sigh in the soul,
Or the muse of the poet’s quick tongue.
Others, nary a glance, do know
That any word brings the magic undone.
So with effort in this rhyme,
Yes to you these only lyrics I reveal,
No romance is a deep-cut crime,
And you, an uncanny forge of a dream I feel.
Thus your ‘Fun Spirit’ is idea manifest,
Perhaps chiseled from my hope high-born,
A gentle-born beauty, that I must confess,
Shines in this eye like the sun of a new morn.
So please don’t take me the fool,
As words thus written are often judged.
Merely fashioned I, an ice-break tool
So allow yourself no grudge.
So grace me with an echo,
An answer if you will.
The hour is late as you know,
Do urgent hearts find their fill?
For far too long I have wandered,
In search of that genuine soul,
Who exchanges all I’ve squandered,
My burdens, for a solid heart of gold.
5-23-03
Hippity Hop ain’t got no pop as he bounces down the path, the
sure disaster from a turtle faster, will have you feelin’ the rabbit's wrath.
Mack and Jack don't take no crap fussin’ over frilly foals,
but Stan and Jan got a much better plan to drag them over coals.
9-14-02
SCOPE ABSOLUTE
One day I asked a Traveler,
‘Prey tell me where to go?’
‘Name your space and times,
Then the place I will show.’
‘I said, anywhere but here,
For this is naught but pain.
With consequence unfolding,
I cannot stake my claim.’
He showed an open doorway,
Gave me my free pass.
There it was before me,
The passage for which I’d asked.
The portal was of magma,
Overlapping triangles three.
Of form and aim and boundary,
That was completely up to me.
The gift it had no string,
For I was free to escape.
To any place or any time,
In the great cosmic ‘scape.
I had an instant dawning,
Heart and mind friends anew.
For that privilege of a soul,
I could wholly say Thank You.
As far as I could remember,
I had sought a missing half.
Now with absolute scope before me,
I reeled back and laughed.
Here and now was no grand cage.
Evo-lusion just mid course.
This becoming would be my gauge,
Forging on to drink the source.
Who I was I chose,
What was missing I had hid.
No more holy grails,
I had peaked that pyramid.
While the human hand does harvest,
And the mind broadsides the sun,
The heart transcends frontiers,
As the soul just has some fun.
‘Now beware,’ the traveler did caution,
‘Of another’s scheme, do not mock.
For even photons in the sun,
Think they’re on a cold and lifeless rock.’
5-27 2004
O' dearest baby, with eyes a bright,
Won't you be my QP tonight?
With rough tumble arms I'll hold you firm,
Not too tightly as I love how you squirm.
And lay yourself on me a loving pillow all yours,
Forget all your worries and those daily chores,
And breath in a rhythm that is all our own,
For wrapped in your arms is where I am home.
Take not your love from this ancient old heart,
Let not deep sorrows tear us apart.
Just keep up those smiles, those struts and those squeaks,
And merge with my soul where we sleep deep in peace.
F.L.G
2-13-04
To My Sweet Shelley Dream,
You’re the sun in my morning, the moon in my night.
Every little bit of you feels just right.
You’re the reason for my haste at the end of the day,
My private spring season though winter holds sway.
Your kiss makes me linger, your smile makes me sing.
The touch of your soul gives my heart wings.
When you are beside me, I’m still dreaming of you,
Knowing I’ve found a love that is true.
You’re a white star in my sky in mid-afternoon,
The reason the cow done jumped over the moon.
When I climb through your windowy eyes,
You shush all questions of where’s, what’s and whys.
So this, our second act, in a valentine’s play,
Still going strong, hope you don’t mind if I stay.
Please take all of my heart, sweet Q-boo-P-do
For the rest of my years I long to love only you.
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I love you.
I hereby declare that I shalt do better than my best to not be the harbinger of
tears, but rather he who draws them far from thine eye. Find peace in turmoil,
and then you're a master. Remember... you are what you imagine yourself to be
along the way.
My Dearest Love,
With the scent of you still fresh on me,
With eyes so deep and vast as the sea,
I have not a fear to be swallowed up whole,
All your harshest sways I with vow to roll.
And with a tickle in my heart which I believe cures all around,
At our each new encounter I know true love has been found.
I know your deep struggle needs but a moment's pause,
And I will only ever help purse string your cause.
So With a phrase that rhymes certain in echoes three
I love you
I love you
I love you,
Is all I wish to say unto thee.
Risking
The Ride
Even
in writing this
I
fight the urge to diverge
mind
racing
a
myriad of splinters
all faces
concocted
Concurring to own your
heart
scenarios
and schemes
inch to
the tips of these fingers
scenes
of allurement swirling by
designed fantasies for
control
Aching to indulge
I
tease myself
with
tempting power
as
dreams slip away in an instant
of
who I wish to be
Lost in
your sighs my heart cries
asking
for remembrance
as
everything's forgotten in a moment
that
can never last
instantly
all becoming the past
In this
insanity called us
it
takes everything decent to refrain
from
this need to be worshiped
as I crave to
hold you like no other
to
mold you into submission, no permission
Heals
buried deep in a desire to make you mine
I
stand firm and am refined
tongue
resisting speech
that
would pour sweet words of honey
conspiring to
reign with fire
Baptized
in lust's holy waters
I see
everything I am
pushed
to the limits in you
a compliment
to a king
hot breath
giving wings to the rising serpent
Redemption
mounting my spine
triumphant every
time
I
tell you the truth
one
more day
keeping
the darkness at bay
I
couldn't become any stronger
or find joy
in myself any longer
If
I had not you as a mirror
an image of
strength
growing
clearer
It
takes everything I have
to
subdue this temptation to seduce
to
make you "fall" in love with me
unsure
that I can give it in return
My
soul must not break
my
will to good cannot fall
to
the enticement to manipulate
sacrificing
freedom
to
an admirer of lies
The spirit
of truth must have freedom
in
my domain of dichotomy subdued
beautiful
and strong I need you
to
show me my own reflection
weaknesses consumed in
ashes of glory
I
cling to the lover that lives inside
one
that cannot be tamed
a
mare who when running wild
finds
unsurpassed joy
a
release not brought by the hand of man
Yet
still I risk the ride.
And he replied with this poem...
United
States of Ecstasy
Two
desperate lovers firmly entwined,
dance
like a beating heart.
Perfect
rhythm about to ignite
in
a brainstorm of love and unknown art.
Upon
an altar white they writhe,
shameless
monks in chant abound.
From
stained glass on high,
a
shadowed snake is bound.
In
seeps a holy light
and
weaves them in a prism of fire,
A
cocoon of impossible colors
even
silences the choir.
A
star screams in orgasm
as
a new form reworks shape.
Like
mad sculptress’s refining hot clay
eager
for escape.
Their
souls ignite, each blessed sinew
like
spun glass aglow
From
the rampage of her charge
to
the victory athwart his foe
In
a glorious enrapture,
a
congregation once hostile now sings.
For
from right out of their backs
have
unfurled colossal wings.
With
but a shrug of their shoulders
this
new feature freed
Great
angelic dominion,
Just
rule from majestic deed
Some
say that a vision
is
no more than a dream.
Some
give it moments’ ponder,
others
it reigns supreme.
Could
not a being of such fixed passions
be
a muse for worlds come?
And
not even the wisest may say of us
what
wild intimacies may be undone.
trust
now winds and wings
of
which I thought wayward and forbidden.
As
your feet too touch down only
to
vault sky bound unhidden.
Each
day you pluck chance lessons
from
the strands of your fraying weave
To
stitch within my soul
a
tapestry the looks of which I can’t conceive.
We
balk at The Bond and the elbowroom
in
what must be but a larger cage,
For
such as we make poor fettered beasts,
and
find our ill at ease a shrunken rage.
Three
simple words get tangled,
in
our tongues in constant tide.
Of
this I name no judge,
for
too I soonly quick deride.
Are
we then but pawns
to
some trick of the mind?
Of
this I think most likely,
charmed
slaves in chains kind.
I
wonder of the owner to the words,
which
we stall.
I
can number the reasons
I
can argue them all.
Know
then only this,
that
we ride each other bareback
without
reign.
We’ll
rush headlong through barbwire
and
bind all wounds of pain.
Yes,
a divine play of light and shadow
wrestles
too in your soul,
A
rare and sleeping beauty
you
are frantic to just show.
Yet
in and by our reflections exposed,
we
eclipse with brighter hues.
For
in the mirror the roots seem firm,
we
affirm to what we choose.
The
image isn’t perfect
as
the glass has cracks and flaws,
But
for soul carvers suchlike us,
mere
renderings to which the eye draws.
For
a crack appears like lightening
in
a sky of silver-white,
And
the flaws are simply smudges
where
we forget to polish right.
The Wrunged Man
I am ready for sleep in this rare deep black hour
I
am ready but she calls out… my white tower.
So
I tap the one source for the power to wield.
I
ask for the words that shall steal a heal.
I
have already seen the story of Christ, was there at first
view.
I
heard all the angels singing for what would soon be brand
new.
I
wandered the lands of the great Babylonian king
And
wept when the serpent first learned how to sing.
I
know of dreamers and task masters and the promises of the
morn
I
have already heard the distant call of Arch angel
Gabriel’s horn.
The
battle’s unfolding, warriors in many disguises
Only
lifting up rocks for more golden surprises.
There
have been kings and fools and magicians on this stage.
Jesters,
poets and temptresses that role through the age.
There
have been soldiers and mystics and masters with out of
sight treats
And
an encyclopedia of myth born creatures schooled in
unfathomable feats.
Moon
Maidens and black widow witches each too have their
clones.
I
may not know their full story but they all end in bones.
Yes
each new illustrious evolution weaves in the mix.
Some
new distant glimmering to enlighten life’s fix.
I
have felt the free reign of nothing holding me down
And
came back to find rich treasures littering the ground.
The
gift is this life, the moment is now.
God
is silver spoon, wooden fork and good old brown cow.
That
which you yearn for is an eternal quest, time but a blink.
If
you stand far too high even the clouds seem to sink.
It
is just a play, choose your own role be it guy or be it
gal.
What
I know is there has never before been an AL.
I
like what I’ve seen, that I hard struggle my fight.
I
like that few could stand up to such plight.
I
am free will; I am love and a thread of black hate.
I
am given the right to choose my own fate.
Yes
it hurts and it drags and it seems timely drudge
But
looking for short cuts seems to summon the judge.
If
no outcome is willed no outcome is built
With
no commitment to bear what flowers will wilt.
I