~

Deep within my heart


Oh so weak, I lift you by delicate wings,
gently as to not smear the wonder
that does meet my eyes

Softly you rest in my hand,
exploring my skin,
the lines of my life, crooked and scarred

Tiny feet dance
tickling me with wonderful sonnets,
penned by nature herself

As if you can see
my intentions are pure,
for I long to bring you joy, which you bring me

A sweet fragrance on the wind
rhymes perfectly with your mesmerizing luminescent colors,
shimmering in the morning sun

Spread your wings my little friend
for I have planted you a garden
filled with the nectar which you desire

And I will sit and watch
silently as you float, happy and free
amongst the beauty that grows for only you

Deep within my heart

Unable to speak

A’ grip, my heart,
it feels the weakness
that does come of worried dreams

Endless thoughts paint abstract on this soul

Alone, is this how it shall be?
Watching the shadows play
in reverse of what is felt?

Gazing afar, this distance fades in the mist,
hides beyond the waters edge, glistens as hope,
yet merely a dream?

Sitting here I wonder,
these clouds of grey overhead,
do they speak my name in full syllables
or will the sun find me, waiting,
wishing that I could say?

Words, drew me to you but fear release from my tongue

If I carve our initials in this wooden bench,
sturdy as it may be,
would that brand me a fool?

If I gain the courage to shout my dreams, would you laugh?

Silence comes of this walkway, empty,
worn of the past and not knowing the future
of my desires

You have taken my voice
It rests within your hands, for it is yours

My pulse races, my palms sweat,
I want to tell you, yet…

I sit within this silence,

unable to speak

~

And the harvest moon smiles


The ground beneath my feet
solid as is stone of millennium’s might and fear
Flat on a surface of cultured desires,
formidable, paved in promises kept and windswept actions

This night, chocolate skies of peering pleading eyes,
locks smooth, dark, shining beneath a silent harvest moon
glowing down upon this photograph dream
developing on the breath of autumn’s coming

Softly I lay you down, earth and colored leaves
vibrant as this beauty I hold, tinted in hues of love
Comfort beyond compare, nature’s pristine mattress
engulfs your form as I find my way in the dark

Sultry sighs echo on midnight bluffs and aching cliffs
Silhouetted caverns, ignited by reflections of sensual calls
and names found on the evening canopy resonate
in melodic tones of lust and true endeavors

Sunflower lips, smooth as mirrored glass and fragrant as life
meet mine in passion, touching, feeling, every inch
as we dance to the rhythm of early hour heart beats,
drinking of the pleasure now shared by destined souls

Snow caps melt in violent flow of heated steam, fissures of depth on blood streaked skin,
as your nails scream beneath my flesh, begging this earth, this solid ground to move
when as asked, it moves, madly shaking, convulsing until …
shattering in a crescendo of spark filled ecstasy  

and the harvest moon smiles

Tingle

Melodies ~ ringing on soft cool winds,
dangling from tiny strings in metallic forms
Swaying in harmony with your smile
reflecting the mid day sun
in glimmering highlights of whipped cream whispers
on wings of stained glass dreams

For it was that day you kissed me,
for the very first time ~
(When buttercups blushed as I held them to your chin)
and my lips tingled, unending,
understanding this was more than just a touching of skin,
a melted meeting of two

~Music called to us from the branches above,
serenading our hearts in sweet blissful sounds
on soft grasses, fingers intertwined~

Your eyes, hypnotized me there, in that place
and you kissed me again…this one held
Passion breathing, love had found me
coiled about me and clung to me
On that day, unlike any other
I could imagine…I fell for you

Now as cool winds blow
and leaves cascade in multicolored waves
That wind chime, suspended from that old maple rings,
singing sweetly of that first kiss,
a musical remembrance of that day
of which no reminder needs due ~ for my lips they still tingle

And I ~ for you

And I ~ cling to a fortress
of endless temptation
with rings made of gold
and a tree built of life

Faltering corners
in new found dimensions
a little left over
but so very nice

Clinging to them

And I ~ search in a fountain
with quarters for feelings
so far neath the waters
my song sings alone

On sea shells and posters
of rock concert heroes
with hair like a Sheppard
to call the sheep home

Calling to all

And I ~ call to the mountains
in echoes of sailors
with waves in the morning
and snowcaps at night

Floating horizons
alone on the wishes
that winds will prevail
and make everything right

Sailing again

And I ~ lean on a valley
of tree lines and saucers
with cups filled with coffee
to taste when it’s due

With smiles forever
and words down on paper
with love as my meaning
I write them ~ for you

*Please hear my call

~

The Giraffe Cries

Dancing on a thread of silk - taut of pain,
balanced deep within the fear…
Swaying to the side in calculated energy,
breathing as the sweat begins to pour

Toeing the line with blinders on
only to face the evil waiting - miles above my last breath
Shambles become my life’s dreams,
as fifty or so exit the compact car below- all doors ajar

Pointing skyward with gloved fingers and flowered bonnets
they gasp - splashing red paint of severed smiles
and floating eyebrows, merely decorations placed by hand
and contractual obligations

The rings add up to three - yet left alone I find is me,
teetering of lost imagination and breath taking nuances,
blanketing the sawdust creations
of worries portrayed in a gallery of netted promises

It is calling now for my end - free falling with wings to spare,
a calliope whistles its crescendo beneath a tent
pitched and heaved in frustration,
riding the rail lines of someone else’s thoughts

Not worth the price of admission - I wave
as I exit this cotton candy dream world in search of the nightmares slowly unfolding
along platform bridges of age
and destined footpaths

The train departs…the giraffe cries

~

While sleeping


Why is it mornings, so far in the distance,
flowing from beyond tempered shorelines
on lone standing bridges ~
always seem to call in the midst of a dream

When sunrise illusions now erase sleep
on meadowlark borders dotted in dew drops
built in the confines of spring
with fall fast approaching ~ featuring shadows stretched of time

Long on the porch, weathered and beaming,
tapping the front door with marching band fingers
in trumpet blares and bass drum beats ~
yet quiet in the state of mind seen through blurry eyes

Still ~ a before smile, brought about the prior evening
forces dimples once again in my cheeks
igniting the darkness with three-ring spotlights,
streaked of circus beacons on popcorn ceilings

Reminding ~ the dream I have found actually lives in my daylight,
slipping around corners and window sill gaps,
finding me on the brink of now,
stumbling my way to where I long to be ~ awake

For my dream is you,

who I so desperately miss ~ while sleeping

So still, the air this night does sing,
beyond a truthful stare
A symphony on silent wing,
sweet lyrics on the air

Of every word my heart does find
in rhythmic tapestries
These choruses shall make you mine,
so soft upon the breeze

O’ wind come take this tender heart
and to the sky now lift
In solitude now weave the dark
in dreams of endless kiss

Imagine there are only two,
affectionate thy voice
In melodies of passion new
O’ starry night rejoice

I call upon this springtime moon,
bright sentry high above
Please sing aloud a wondrous tune
within the key of love

So that her ears may come to know
how sweet this world can be
When hand in hand through life we go
in perfect harmony

Within these flames of amber cast,
now ashes fallen to the silent floor
of love…past, emotions felt, pleaded…denied
On stark white parchment folded many times
along the wings of a butterfly,
rounded tips in vibrant paint,
softened as tear drops dampen the edges

Words scattered of truth and affection,
standard font…nothing fancy
Thoughts of a poet’s wanderings along a path,
winding indeed, but leading to his desire
or so he thought…when darkness called
and days became night shades,
cloaking his dreams in a hazy mist

Reaching for that elusive heart,
sent halfway across the country…hoping
the meaning would touch you…show you
what is left inside, pouring of regret,
still brimming with that longing
which brought life to this poet’s pen…this man,
who now slowly dies

~Silver Thread'd Divertimento ~

Watching a swaying Chinese lantern
in colors the shade of your smile
Paper laced dreams in curvature shapes…
suspended silver threads…

Ripples of koi pond whispers
slowly beckon in moonlit gestures,
as we sit counting fireflies,
hypnotized by our beating hearts

Cascades serenade,
enchanting the evening divertimento
Lotus blossom fingertips softly
caress parted lips…smooth

As I drink of your fragrance,
tasting the flavors, your moistened touch
simmering upon each breath…
warm, offering a honey’d embrace

Gazing longingly upon porcelain skin,
tempting star shine glow…
we melt as one, mouths entwined
drenched in serenity
  
while deep within our silence we speak,
not of voice…but of love

Merely a word
Whispered in passing
Perhaps an old thought…a memory
Reminded you of me
And I lifted my eyes
Knowing nothing did matter
Certain that wishes and four leafed clovers
Were just a distraction
Each day the same
Hours upon hours of thinking
Asking those questions
Of only myself, no one else would care
Cautioned on how my I might react
If it happened (fat chance)
You reached out from the silence
And spoke my name…which I believed you had forgotten
~
Then on a humid Sunday
I looked down…unprepared
Dressed in weathered shorts and a faded T
Beneath all that lived above me
You were there
Still beautiful…still you
And you smiled at me and called my name
I looked away quickly
Lost on this ledge of uncertainty
How many times can a heart be broken
And still want for more
As tears well in my eyes
I want to speak, but I have no voice
Not in this direction
Hiding behind the need and the worry
I don’t know what to do
~
I long to scream at the top of my lungs
Sing and dance on roof top imagery
Write poetry again…again (I said I never would)
And I can’t, I just can’t
These walls I’ve built are strong
Simple pebbles formed of every tear drop
Strength cemented through pain
Foundations on not being good enough
And yet my trumpet blares
I can’t help myself…I won’t?
Yelling inside, muted to all listening
Crumble **** it…crumble

I saw soft eyes on the promise fueled sunset
coffee dark skies in a marmalade blush
Pastels now tinted of wayward decisions
Hummingbirds sing in a smooth whispered hush

Corn field desires drain simplistic notions
Run with me there down the row ever straight
Listen,  our hearts speak in feathered emotions
Love stands to prove is is never too late

The pain,
nothing there...emptiness...voided feelings
hollowed out shadowed disruptions
sitting in the darkness, alone...again
and it hurts

That song
melodic interuptions
raining memories from thunder head tamperings
down poured sadness on minor keyed choices
played in orchestrated sorrow

This thought
taking me on whispered failures
breathing my final words
of non seen poetic phrases penned in desperate ink
smeared by free verse tears

The pain...endless...eternal...
because we weren't

~
Shades of painted corners
face these inward fears
Now drenched in lost endeavors
and flat as the cornerstone of suffering
Caught within boundaries along wasting moments,
crying blanket feelings,
pounding on the walls of despair

“leaving fist prints like so many discarded roses”

Calling out to the endless deafness
“Time it does not heal,
scars merely cut deeper”,  
echoes among the tapered dreams
Fog engulfs the melody…slowly
chasing after poetic symphonies
playing in a westward direction

“horizontal compass points from this to that”

This weary hand trembles
violently as it reaches, pleads
Where the monochrome sun sets,
beyond the chosen horizon
in heart shaped vistas and opened arm landscapes
Trust in amber glowing beacons
wave banners of solitude

“free flowing fabric beckoning in rhythmic motions”

Forcing the stoic front door…open
Creaking hinges scream, your fears cup beneath your chest
Breathing in the stench of life
but lured by the fragrance of the future
Where sorrow drowns in cascade pools,
pain hides where it can not be found
and he waits to lift you…beyond the darkness


*“and you find you have wings, shimmering in this golden friendship”

Window Sill Weepings

Draped as a curtain of silk disbelief
Tied back emotions lie still on the wall
Blocking the sunlight to pause in relief
Collections of dust form in spite of it all

Streaks hold the fingerprints bound of the day
Smeared in designs of a weakened refrain
Window sill weepings with nothing to say
Magnified teardrops add depth to the pain

Transparent wishes once hidden from view
Wait in the darkness this side of the dawn
Boarded up portals now moistened of dew
Nothing to see ever since you are gone

Across Symphonic Seas

Echoed surf a’ whispered shores
Melodic rhythm ~ twilight’s dance
Alone my love does play for you
On mystic strings in winged romance

Neath heartbeat sails of velvet skies
Darkened shadow’s purple haze
Transparent flows a’ shimmered light
To harmonize with lonely days

For hear my love, eurhythmic dreams
Hypnotically our song takes flight
Lyrically of purest sound
Across symphonic seas this night

~


Said the shadow to the tree,

“You know my friend, life is not always fair...
take this vine of fingered grip,
tentacles of timid meaning
Holding you close as to not let go,
filling each bark split void,
strangling the very life from you
Why does it please you so...

when given time it will engulf,
blocking the sun light,
tightening in mass fury,
wrapping itself of everything you stand for
Then when your strength is gone
and you topple to the ground,
this vine will happily move on
to the next tree,
while you rot, returning to the earth,
which once gave you life?”

The tree replied,

“Because it feels so good to be wanted”

The sun set and the shadow was silent

~


If I call you beautiful…

Do flowers bloom within your worried eyes
surrounding you with color, with thoughts
Looking past the mirror to that place you have been,
that you long to be again

Do you bite your lip,
looking within, seeking past the darkness,
subconsciously smoothing the ruffles of you dress,
shuffling your feet a bit

Do memories flood your mind
of days before lipstick and eye shadow,
when cute was as common as wrinkled nose smiles,
playing inside or out were your choices

Do you roll your eyes and sigh,
describing a portrait that only you can see,
a mirage of impressions you have collected,
stored away in that file you reach for regularly

Do you brand me blind or crazy at least,
point to that one tiny blemish you know,
turn and walk away kicking dust as you go,
shutting the door in disbelief

Or do you see your reflection in my eyes
the woman that you are to me,
hear the affection in my voice, the truth
and wrinkle your nose once more and say, “I love you”

~


In echoed voice I shall shout the truth
beyond waning sunsets with colorful smiles
and fields of snow covered poppies in blooming dance,
waving at me in the breeze like they know me…maybe they do

Standing here above all else,
feeling taller than I should (but small in the grand scheme of things)
builds a certain strength in my heart…
energizes this tired, worn out man with new life

Breathing the altitude’s winter’d air,
a rush of splendor entices a gleam in my eye
For whatever beauty I may see, there is always you
and I can truly look nowhere else

I have climbed this peak, fought the terrain, the cold,
clawed and scraped on this wondrous day,
so that the world below, humming their own tunes,
meandering like ants, performing their duties oblivious to all

Would hear what I am about to say…
As it is in this moment of stillness,
this peaceful serenity that I conquer my fears, eyes wide open
pulse racing in fevered flow as…anticipation swells

Taking a deeper breath burns my lungs, but in a good way
as I move two steps closer to the edge, gather my balance
and shout from this apex of the world…
“I love you”…in hopes these harmonic echoes find your ears

A Portrait of Love



“Pristine your pose, exposed artistic allure”*

Canvas on easel waits patiently
Naked in formless thought
Inviting rapture’s brush strokes

“White on white destined pleadings”

Visions engulf watercolor yearnings
Blending passion’s tints…
Seductive bristled breaths fall

“Soft curves fill unframed desires”

Olive skin seeps semi-gloss wishes
Hues of fire fed glazing
Smooth along tender tan lines

“Valleys of bliss penetrate oiled needs”

Mahogany eyes captivate
Pearl’d glints shimmer silently
Beckoning in secretive glances

“Portal’d palettes draw on my sight”

Crimson lips in whimper’d pout
Satin pillow’d arching designs
Whisper me my dreams

“Their touch breaks my will”

As I paint you, I linger in lust
Overwhelmed by your beauty
Falling helplessly into this masterpiece

“And we become one via art”

Saturated in drop cloth drippings
Sighs of fevered temptations rise
Releasing abstract movements

“Acrylic serenity, vibrant achings”

Melting in chromatic motion
Collapsing among overspray imagination  
Embracing iridescent ending

*“Lost forever in a portrait of love”

Period


I’m lost within this maze of worried words,

         seeing,

                        perusing,

                                              gazing,

upon the ending of this sorrowed sentence

                                           wishing,

                          ­hoping,

         pleading,

that it is not the end of us…period

Every song my heart sings,
the melody is always you

We drink from the fountain of earthly delights
Sweet to the taste, ever cool to the touch  
Blushing of purity bred in our hearts
Glistened enchantment now needed so much

Beneath a rainbow’s curved ribbon effect
Painted in singular motions of love
Rippled reflections bare moonlit disguises
Memories fashioned below and above

A ticket to heaven on silver cloud linings
With only the touch of your rose petal lips
Swallowing all that affection does offer
Consuming desire in delicate sips

Breathless endeavors of water fall shimmers
Deeper we dwell inside every dream
You in my arms on this aqua blue evening
Illumined in passion, aglow in the gleam

Softy your eyes shine eternal devotion
Your enchanting beauty now all I can see  
There is no need for this ticket to heaven
For heaven is anywhere you are with me

Tinted glass whimsies

Seductive slowly spun
Kaleidoscopic pairings
Changing in illumined awareness
Tinted glass whimsies

“How far can you bend the light?”

Sculpting temptation
Seeking colored fancies
In cylindrical designs
Consistently different

“Do you dream in color?”

Mosaic contours flow
Prismatic burst of joy
Variegated vivid visions
Not alike another

“Is your heart the variable?”

Passion is vibrant
Intensely hued brilliance
Ever changing within
Twisting and turning patterns

“Nothing ever appears the same when you are in love”

Shook like a leaf on a branch of confusion
Thought that my world it would end
Caught up believing that I didn’t matter
Long of these hours to spend

Drank from a cup that was so overflowing
Drenching my soul with desire
Never once thinking this liquid perfection
Pouring, would put out the fire

Reaching for stars in the hopes I would catch one
Brightly to shine in my hand
Till it did fade in the darkness now given
All along part of the plan

There on the ground neath an arbor of jasmine
Pathways encircle the quest
Found as I stare on this sign of direction
Knowing I gave it my best

Now I can smile to the sun slowly rising
Feeling my heart’s every beat
Realizing everything has but a reason
Memories formed I can keep

When I look back on those days of tomorrow
Breathing relief in a sigh
Whispering softly that I won’t forget you
Hanging here waving goodbye

I fell into my dreams
landing on top of you

I have been told that within every tear drop cried
lives a glistening amount of hope
That butterflies once again shall live free
floating above golden fields sharing their beauty
Enemies will drop their weapons
in search of peace and understanding
Sadness will eventually subside and be
replaced by affection and happiness

Friendship will actually mean something
and become more than just a word
Others will take the time to look out for
and help their fellow woman or man
Forgiveness will bloom fragrantly, vibrantly
in every garden of every heart
Love shall rule the day
and hate will be long forgotten

Yes, I have been told that this hope
lives in every teardrop that crosses our cheeks
and still I sit hear constantly crying
streams of hopeless teardrops
For I have come to the realization
that this tissue I clutch so tightly in my hand
as if holding out with every ounce of saturated hope
is drenched in nothing more than empty wishes