You are as undecided as a snowfall
In deepest winter
Sometimes you are a grey day
or sunny yet freezing
In a cloudless sky.
But I think I love you most
When you are an unexpected snowfall
My soul feels purified
by the cleansing whiteness of you.
A world that is war torn jaded
and in turmoil
takes a moment of respite.
And I am but malleable in your hands.
Forgetting sadness and strife.
drowning in warm tropical blue oceans.
I shall never know your changes.
But I don’t need to understand them
Just don’t ever lose your snowfalls
Because that may break my heart.

I remember when you were tiny
So fascinated by the moon
We hung a sky of golden stars
On the ceiling of your room.

You tied strings from star to star
Making star patterns yet unknown.
Became a bedtime spaceman.
That in your stars you roamed.

I think of the first time
You went outside in dark of night
To look at the spangled heavens
And Bathe in their magic light.

Your wide eyes saw earth’s ceiling
With a billion stars so bright.
It send your tiny heart reelling
On the clear and wondrous night.

The stars told you they loved you
Every planet star and all
But you were frightened of them
They made you feel so small.

You could not change the constellations
In the space beyond the sky.
And the feeling of being tiny
Almost made you cry.

But listen little traveler.
There’s something you must know
The minute that you were born on earth.
A new star began to glow.

They were at that moment of last goodbye.
All day She had dreaded
the movement of the clock.
But she would not show him her sadness.
Tears was not the way for them to say goodbye.
They hugged closely it was so comforting
like always.
Tears welled in her eyes
but she fought them back.
The embrace was prolonged
far too long
for people out of love she thought.
Then as she gazed into his beautiful eyes.
She saw the grey flecks that had melted
her defenses so many times.
They talked endlessly
like new lovers almost as if
the ashes of their love
had raised into flame
and then caught fire once more.
She knew he could see her pain
as they gazed into each others eyes
for the very last time.
Neither one of them wishing to be
the first to pull away.
Then she summoned all of
her inner strength.
And turned softly to walk away.
She could hear the click of his
footsteps on the sidewalk.
her strength was fading
and she turned to see him leaving her.
She almost called out his name
to bring him back.
But the lump in her throat
allowed no sound.
She knew he would not turn around.
This was her last goodbye
and he took it with him
as easily as he took her love.
But he had also taken from her
the biggest piece
of her heart.

When You said to me
You wanted to be happy
I always made you laugh.

When you said to me
You felt so sad
I always gave my shoulder
for you to cry on.

When you said to me.
I am so cold
I covered you inside my coat
And hugged you
Sharing my warmth.

When you said to me
I need to feel close to you
I always rested your head
upon my chest so you could
feel my heartbeat.

When I said to you
I needed to feel
You kissed my lips.

When I said to you
I needed beautiful dreams
You gently closed my eyes.

When I said to you
I need to make love.
You took me
to your bed.

When I said to you
I want to marry you
You slipped my ring
upon your finger.

When we both said
we wanted
a lifetime together
filled with love a home
and children.
We both gave it to
each other.

I learned as a young boy
that when I held a handful
of dry sand on the beach.
The harder I held it.
The quicker It fell from my grip.
I think that’s the reason my love
that I always
hold your hand so softly
and never ever grip tightly.

I was selecting a tie
In the men’s department.
She came up behind me.
Silently so I did not notice her.
Her hands covered my eyes
Gripping me from behind .
Guess Who!
She cried out.
It was so silly really.
To think that I would
not recognize the
softness of her
pressed against my back
With the beautiful familiar
heartbeat that I loved.

she looked at me
her eyes were wild.
I wondered what on earth
have I done.
we had been dating five years
I have never seen her like this.
she shouted at me.
she never shouts.
you can marry me now
my clock is ticking
I want a family and home.
if you don't do it
you can go your way
and I can go my way.
I was roused
passions flying high
my face red
I said alright
if that's what you want.
you can go your way
and I will go your way too.

There’s a storm Mama.
I cannot see through the rain.
Just human shapes walking.
Like people in a hall of mirrors
I have the blues Mama
But worse the blues are dark grey.
I know she’s out there
Walking with people we don’t know.
I can hear her laughter
The chinking of her wine glass.
But I can’t see her Mama.
The rain falls too hard.
I am too used
to her being there Mama.
Warming the house the gardens.
I became accustomed to
the green forest
and snow capped mountain’s.
Happiness was a habit
of my heart Mama.
But now the rain
This endless rain.

She was an artist
so beautiful
far beyond the likes of me.
I was in love with her
Only from a respectful
distance of course.
She said to me
You have beautiful hands.
I would love to paint them.
I modelled for her
Her delicate brush
Painted my hands on canvas.
They look so empty I said.
They are empty she said
They are just like that .
I realized she was right
They were empty
They did not hold her hands
Or touch her cheek
Or feel the softness of her skin
They never had
and they never would.
But for a single moment
as she painted them.
I felt she was mine to hold.
Just mine.
But the only thing the picture
Showed in my hands
Was a hard grip on cold reality.

4am
Tonight the light of a tender moon
Blooms like stardust in my bedroom.
I think of happy people not people like me.
They are lay under silk sheets
In a sleeping embrace.
Her softness comforts him
Even in his dreams he feels her.
The soft breathing of their sleeping children
makes the night even more tender.
In the waking morning
Their children will go to school
She will kiss her husband
With a have a good day honey.
And the world is all
as it should be.
The dream fades
It 4am
And I am lay here sleep less
In my bed.
Thinking about
a beautiful woman.
That I should have stopped loving
a very long time ago.

I know you are tired of me.
That you will soon go away.
But I know you will never lose me.
Even when you spin your fears and doubts
Into gossemer webs to bring you comfort.
You feel now the burning of an indelible brand
on your skin forever.
Yet only you can see it.
Time will move on
flowing softly into old age.
Like your hair flowing on your skin.
Some day you will awaken
And the darkness remains in your room.
The roses and summer wine
will be faded.
And in your tired soul
you will feel me there
Where I have always been.
In the shadows of your life
waiting for you.

I wish I was a better poet.
One who could find words easily.
Even hard words that are
strong yet tender.
Words that can say just
how much I feel about you my love.
Yet you are careful
with your words of love.
Passing them to me sparingly
like precious diamonds.
While I pour out my hearts tenderness
Like a waterfall to you.
I want to close my eyes
and remember you when you looked
at me with sweetness and need.
Now all I see is endings.
In reflection I think I gave you
Every heartbeat I have.
And you gave me just a couple
of yours in return.

They said she was easy.
But I did not see that.
I loved her I know I did.
At fourteen she was more
of a woman than a girl.
I was fourteen too
My eyes were in awe of her.
The other girls in class
we’re jealous of her beautiful
body now moving to womanhood.
Far faster than theirs were.
Boys in the school looked at her
making up lies about her.
Laughing in knowing fantasy.
At sixteen I was still in love with her
She was now sleeping around.
Using her body like a credit card
to buy all she wanted.
She gave pieces of herself
But never her heart
to boys eager to take them.
At twenty she was jaded and hard.
Unable to see the truth of herself.
That she was beautiful and worthy
of being admired for who she is
Not for the hurt and bruises
of grasping hands.
I was still in love with her.
And asked her out.
But she refused putting me
In the pile of  males
That had damaged her
So badly
over her childhood.
But I was still in love with her.

Saying goodbye is never painless.
But today closing up her old house.
Where I spent my childhood so long ago.
It is dragging me into the doldrums.
Each room full of her sweet life.
I find her books her souvenir box.
Locks of her children’s hair.
Christening medals.
I go into my boyhood bedroom
For the last time.
It still contains my magazines
and a book I read as a child.
The box in mom’s room is
full of her clothes.
Ready for the Goodwill.
Then I packed the last of the
old familiar dishes in the kichen.
Solid stoneware that carried
my sustenance for all my younger life.
In the back of the cupboard
Moms china cup and saucer
With English roses on it.
The one she used to  
drink her morning
tea in all of her life.
On the rim a single tea leaf remained.
That had once touched her lips.
That was when the grief hit me
Like never before.

When I was born
I was such a pretty little girl.
I remember I was covered
From head to toe in tiny lights.
Thousands of them.
So pretty I shone.
Like an illuminated
Christmas tree.
Then as I became older.
I learned how to lie.
Mom I have done my work.
A light went out.
Mom there won’t be any alcohol there.
A group of lights faded.
Mom I did not sleep with him.
A whole branch darkened.
It’s OK Dad I will never do drugs.
The lights all dimmed.
Now I am older.
I walk the rainy city streets
In the night.
I see my jaded reflection
gaunt and sad in the mirrors
of the shop windows.
All my pretty lights
have extinguished.
Except if you look closely just a few
Are Still trying to glimmer
Against all possible odds.
Even after all my self harm.
They are around my heart.

When I was just a little boy
I remember hurting myself.
I fell off my bike
And got seven stitches.
That hurt.

When I was older
I had a car accident
I broke both my legs.
I Was in hospital
for weeks.
That really hurt.

Then just this week.
You left me.
The house is empty
My heart is broken.
I now think the other hurts
Were just teaching me
How to suffer though
this one.
This hurts
beyond anything.

New York rainbow

*As a little girl he sat next to me at school.
I always liked him,  no, much more than that.
Later we walked home together.
He would carry my books.
At graduation he was my date.
We even went to college together.
We broke the chains of friendship and he became my lover.
My first and only love.
We married young it was no surprise
to our parents they were expecting it.
Before I knew it we had three kids, two girls and a boy.
Our son looks just like him.
It was just like any other day.
He came home from work.
Cooked burgers on the barbeque.
We got the kids to bed.
drank a glass of wine then went to bed at ten.
He wanted to make love but I was exhausted.
The kids had been terrors all day.
The next day he kissed me goodbye with a see you later honey.
I got a call from my friend she said put on the TV.
I saw the towers fall turning to ashes.
Like my life did that moment.
All I could think was I wish I had made love to him last night.

September 11 2015

The children are all grown up now
He would be so proud of them.
I look at my strong handsome son.
He looks like him exactly
We stand at ground zero and say a prayer.
I whisper it was always you honey.
Only you.
As if by magic he answered me
A giant beautiful rainbow
circled over New York
and I know it was for me.

I am standing in an orchard of love
It is always springtime in here.
The air clouded with heady fragrances.
Here is our tree I told my arms
around its sturdy trunk.
The petals fall upon me like confetti.
They whisper to me softly
like we are making love.
The whispers of the blossoms
cry as they fall to the earth.
They want to stay with me
to land on my skin and caress me
like your fingertips in moonlight.
I gather handfuls of the whispers
and hold them to my heart.
The voices of their love grows louder.
Now they have reached under my skin.
And entered my heart
they feel my blood
pulsing faster and slower
reading my needs and desire.
Their voice is yours
Only yours.
And your voice is the only one
I will ever want to hear.

I just read some poetry
in a big collection of real poets.
I was living in a fools paradise.
I thought I was getting better.
After three long years slogging
out one piece of crap after the other.
I have decided
if you read a poem
you feed your soul for one day.
if you write a poem
you sentence your soul
to a lifetime
of self doubt and frustration.

Look at me my lover
She purred.
My eyes raised to look into hers
I could see so deeply into her.
I know all of her faults
Her temper
Her petulance
Her passions and vanities.
Everyone has said to me
you can do better
she is not compatible with your needs.
But then  a slight gasp of moonlight
frames her hair
from behind  like a halo.
And the corners
of her mouth
fall into an easy smile.
Even from across the room
She knows how much I want her.
And I know they could all be right.
But I don’t care
My heart does not have
any control
over who it falls in love with.

apology

*I must apologize to you.
For having a smile
from ear to ear
for no apparent reason.
And for having tears
well in my eyes
When you speak soft beautiful
words.
That I never believed
An ordinary man like me
would ever hear.

A small Assignation

It was just a small flirtation
Just passing the time away
After all a pretty girl
Must while away her day

She was promised to another
So handsome and so dear
But why should she be alone
With so many men so near

They chatted on the telephone
Talked of movies that they saw
She wanted him for his company
He wanted her for something more

They walked out under moonlight
She laughed without a care
He told her she was lovely
And how he loved her hair

It was just a small flirtation
She heard that he was dead
Drowned up in the river
The day that she was wed

She had flirted with the enemy
Somehow his heart got broke
She was the one who broke it
But of that she never spoke

I just heard we have lost you
As always it is us that are left here
that now feel the loss.
Your pain is over now
rest sweetly my dear friend.
Lie silent away from the chasing
demons that followed you in this life
hiding behind every sad thought
and lonely moment
I of all people saw you bravely fight the war
thinking again and again you had won.
But alas it was only a battle.
I shall always miss your sweetness
and the kindness that lay in your soul.
People never understood your agony
When will they learn
to hate the illness not the person?
Under the scared and wounded soul
that I have seen so vulnerable
I alone know the truth of you.
This world was never a place
for one as beautiful as you

Bluebird
By
Charles Buckowski

Bluebird

- Poem by

Charles Bukowski


there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the ****** and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to ***** up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?

Charles Bukowski

I never believed in star crossed
It was for handsome movie stars.
Who met flawless ladies
on silver screens.
In truth I always felt love is for
The lucky and the strong.
But not for me.
But sometimes you slip
your hand gently  into mine
and I turn to look at you
In the golden bloom of moonlight.
If you were to ask in such a moment.
Whispering do you love me honey?
I hope you know the answer is yes
Oh yes.
Love until now was blue lagoon
on an uncharted island.
But now I am swimming in blue waters

Dance Lessons

I signed up for dance lessons
perhaps more because I was lonely
than the desire to learn dance.
She had been gone so long
and the quietness of the house
was getting to be more than
I could stand.
I suppose I was frightened
I had not mixed socially for many years.
But I collected all my courage
and went to the small studio
on the third floor of a walk up building.
I was not prepared for the teacher
she was beautiful close to my age.
so graceful like a swan.
Her hair tight to her head
almost like a ballerina.
She taught me the waltz.
But not like a dance
she took beautiful waltz poses
smiling so lovely
as she gazed upward
to an imaginary  audience.
The music so soft and smooth
I found something at last
that made me  happy
for the first time since –well
..for a long time.
She saw I had an aptitude for dance
and spent time teaching me
the rumba, cha cha, and quickstep andTango.
It was when she danced the Tango with me
that I knew I was in love with her.
I felt as though she
was making love to me in dance.
One night she had me stay
and we drank a little glass of wine.
She said how come you never remarried.
You are a very attractive man.
I said because I never found anyone
who I could fall in love with.
I had a special one for twenty years.
I don’t think it comes like that twice
in a lifetime.
I was lucky to have it just once.
She smiled and held my hand.
Don’t you ever get lonely
being on your own.
I said
….Yes
She leaned forward and kissed me softly.
Are you lonely now she whispered?
I breathed quietly…….Yes .

A year later

They played a beautiful waltz at our wedding
and she led me around the floor
as the beautiful music lilted.
She whispered I love my dance partner.
I said I love my teacher.
I was now teaching
beginners class the dance studio.
I don’t think I have ever realized
I could be this happy again
And she loved me as much as I loved her.
And I would dance with her
for the rest of my lifetime.

Dance me through love warm and tender
With glitter ball lights in your eyes
Dance me through life and all I’ll remember
in the glow of a million soft sighs.

Dance me through marriage children and laughter
in a place where true love never dies.
Dance me in love before and then after
as I drown in the pools of your eyes.

Dance with me for every day of our lifetime.
Dance away all the heartaches and pain.
When I am old and my eyes lose their bright shine.
Dance me until they glow once again.

a new year moment
by
Jude Kyrie


*A Winter's moon
silhouettes the pines.
Snowfalls silent tune
as the year unwinds.

Dark Skeleton trees
crowd  the distant shore.
Theres a sob in the breeze
as the year is no more.

troilet
by Roland Leighton
1895 ... December.1915

There's a sob on the sea

*There's a sob on the sea
And the Old Year is dying.
Borne on night wings to me
There's a sob on the sea,
And for what could not be
The great world-heart is sighing.
There's a sob on the sea
And the Old Year is dying.

Early Morning Dew


~~This morning I awaken
at the breaking of dawn.
Your hair spread on the pillow
As yellow as the corn

In the meadow the new day
A sky of pale blue.
The gleaming diamonds
on tangle woods
all covered in dew

The poorest of ****
shines like a queen
with dew covered jewels
the richest I’ve seen

My heart was a flower
Once thirsty for dew
Now shining in sunlight
In the sweet love of you

I am sitting writing poems to you
On the dark side of the moon.
It’s quietness helps me think clearly
And I will be back to see you soon.

When I look outward
It’s hard to understand
How many trillion stars exist.
More than every grain of sand.

I turn to look at the earth below
A blue spec spinning in the sky
And then I see our tiny little home.
Where we will live until we die

Where together we live our tiny life
But we are happy you and I
Out here all the stars and planets
are lonely and alone
But we are a man and wife
Two little specks that love
And are always  free to roam.

Maybe we don’t count for much
In the vast worlds of time and space.
But  all these wonders I can see
Will pale when I come home
and see your face.

I wake up in the morning
With sleep in my eyes.
I slumber to the kitchen table
and say morning honey.
You pack the kids
with lunches and
push them out the door.
Turn to me and smile.
All in a moment
My heart sends I love you
by Morse code beats.
And in my eyes
I see the morning sun.
The one that glows
at the center
of my small universe.
I fill my working mans heart
With love songs for you.
I want to write you a love poem
I know this is a clumsy write.
I wish it was a love poem honey.
You deserve the best.
If it’s not.
It should be.

When the snow comes

I remember the first year
I came to Canada.
It was late fall and
the winter came early.
I think it was trying to
change my mind
and get me to go
back to England.
The fresh white snow flew.
Soon  it drifted over the pathways.
Silken windsocks of snow
filled the porch.
We all bought scarves
That wrapped about our faces
******* icy air through
woolen fibres.
I remember the houses turned grey
and the pristine white on the sidewalk
quickly turned to wet slush.
My boots felt heavy
and tight with long thick socks.
Gripping them to my feet.
Cars spluttered and coughed
A peephole of windscreen
with a driver peering into the gloom.
I decided to quit Canada
and go back.
But twenty five years later
I am still here.
And the snowfalls
do not bother me at all.

PTSD

*The war followed me home.
It  penetrated my skin like nerve gas
Nobody could see it but it was there.
It sits by my feet like a dog.
When I go to bed with you
It lies between us keeping us apart.
I try to scrub it from my skin
In the shower but it won’t come off.
Like a heavy breathing crank call
It pants in my ear as I sleep.
Sometimes it shows me how strong it is
And holds the front door shut
and I cannot open it to go out.
At night just before bedtime
It passes me a handful of meds
I take them and swallow them
But I never ever look
straight into its  eyes.

December fog

The white fog is swirling about me
taking shapeshifting forms.
The compression of the troubled world
makes it thicker .
Ghost flow from my lungs
They hurry to hide in the white mist.
Beautiful shapeshifting specters
melt into the white fog.
I live here between the earth and sky
Where visions are all grey and white
And all the people have vanished.
The silence is louder
and even in the impenetrable fog
the world becomes simpler
And the solution to all my problems
seems clearer.

Scars
by
Jude Kyrie

No one gets through life without scars.
I don’t mean being
accidentally scarred.
Like a burn or cut from glass.
The other type
Like the quietness that fills you
When driving through Fruitland
With the window down on a spring day.
The blossoms perfume choking your soul.
And all you can taste is her lips
like the day you made love to her
and she tasted of peaches.
If that was all
it would be bearable.
But holding back tears
When snowflakes
fly for the first time.
Or
That playlist fires up unannounced.
Finding her woolen gloves or
Her lipstick tube in the glovebox.
And people say to you
Hey are you ok?
And the words
It’s just my scars showing.
Form silently on your lips.

The bar is quiet tonight.
Just a few regulars
tearing at the stress
that grows like cancer.
She fixes her lipstick.
Dark red like blood
The blues wailing
from an alto sax.
I catch her eyes
And pay for her shot glass
bo be filled.
She is beautiful
Yet I do not care.
All I need is to drain my loneliness.
Perhaps if we had met
The first time she put on lipstick.
And life was new and filled
with limitless possibility.
We reach my small flat.
Snowflakes melt on her eyelashes.
They look like tiny teardrops.
I don’t use her for the ***
I had planned.
She is vulnerable
And the snowflake
thing has touched me inside.
We fall asleep
She holds my head
Onto her softness
It felt better than ***.
I fixed her coffee in the morning.
And said she looked beautiful.
She smiled and  kissed me softly.
as she left for her work.
And I think that was
the exact moment I fell for
the lady who became
the love of my life.

Hello midnight my old friend
I have not been with you for a while.
The stardust from your speckled canopy
feels so good again on my skin.
I want to wear you on my shoulders
like a shawl of comfort.
I know I have ignored your quiet beauty.
I know I sought comfort from another love.
one of my own kind
and forgot about you my  friend.
please forgive me.
I sit on the bench alone
Comforted by your light.
Seeking your infinity.
Yet even that has changed.
Another shooting star
dies in the heavens
leaving a space in you midnight.
Just like he left a space in me.
Are you looking in wonderment
at me midnight?
Like the way I am looking at you.
Hoping for things to be the same.
Yet knowing changes are inevitable.
I watch the spaces in you
when another star dies.
You see the space in me
When another love dies.
But here I am again
Under your mantle
Of countless fading stars
Your light on my shoulders
Your tears in the rain.
Sitting together in friendship
Waiting for another of our
beloved stars to fade.

look at the sheets
Silken and perfumed
You held me inside
their sweet prison.

Night song and Jasmine
Permeated the night air.
Inside the cloisters of your bed.
I awaited quietly
for your attention.

Held as a fly in the
spinning wiles of a spiders web.
Helpless and bound
in silken strands
stronger than any chains.

Was I the entertainment?
That relieves the boredom
In one of such abject beauty?
You would taunt me.
Use me for your needs.
Even your kisses held dark secrets.

Yet I craved them.
Beyond my own meagre life.
The need of you pungent
In pheromones of desire.

I knew you would eat me
When you tired of me.
I knew the pain
would be greater
than I could stand.

Yet in my abyss of the heart
I wanted to end it with you.
For such powerful creatures
of exquisite beauty.
That is beyond description.
Are far above
the disposable likes of me.

Yet for a fleeting moment.
Just before you pierced my heart.
With your deadly talons.and I died.
I know beyond all doubt
and above uncertainty.
That for a passing
tick of the clock
just for one single moment
You needed me

~I did not learn the lessons
about life at school.
Such knowledge is not a gift.
But a voyage in uncharted waters.

There is no pathway
or logical directions.
Only a scrambling
through darkened forest.
Where the light
cannot penetrate the trees.

Until now a lifetime
away from there.
Where the springtime’s
Impatience grew the flowers
in early abundance.

The trees budded
in the suns new warmth.
When the frost came back
and burned
the new life into coal blackness.
Melting in final defeat
the snow on each petal.
Choking the life from
new born green buds.

I thought then of the time
I almost left you.
Full of love in my heart
yet frostbitten
with your indifference.
As I planned my final escape
You came into the room.
Not a moment too soon.

And kissed me saying
the small things
I needed to hear from you.
And the warmth in my heart
Melted the snow and ice
That were burning my petals
from the cold front
you had brought in.
That nearly killed us.
And I said to myself.
So this is life.

It is a dull rainy day.
The city of love
is in muted grays.
Shining In mist of tears.
We kiss under the red umbrella.
The only brightness
in the sunless Paris Street.

As we embrace
Your trembling heart strings
play beautiful love songs.
It is your music I hear
The music of your heart.

I whisper my words of love
to you.
Only to you.
You answered me in melodies
With your music.
Rain goes unnoticed
Tapping on the umbrella.
Like our heartbeats

The rain is the tears of joy
from all the lovers
that have kissed here before us.
Now I am yours
and you are mine.

Whenever lost or apart
I will find my way
back home to you.
Home to your safe place
Following the symphony
Of your love songs
The sirens call that is the
music of your heart.

Summer Rain

*It is now almost four months
since you left me.
Fourteen weeks and three days
to be exact.
Sitting by the edge of the ocean.
The warm cleansing
rains of summer
Wash your taste
from my lips.
Almost as if you had
never touched them .

As if the purity of the  salty
sea rain could wash
you away completely.
Leaving nothing left of you.
Except perhaps for the
tiniest of tears falling
from my eyelashes.

Today I awaken early.
It is our anniversary
a whole year has passed.
I am filled with love for you.
The sun yellow bedspread
glows like bright sunshine
but pales to my humor.
I have fed upon
the fatted calf of life.
Your hair spreads
over the pillows
yellow like ripe corn.
I feed upon the vision of you.
Filling with desire.
filling with gratitude.
Exploding with need.
Needs that this moment
can be fulfilled by you.
Only by you..
I am swallowing life's bounty
In greedy mouthfuls.
Happier than any saint.
I swallow happiness filling
my heart with you.
So full so gorged with life
I am fat with love.

COALESCENCE

*The stars were
what I noticed first.
But then I saw your face.
Daylight made
the stars fade.
But you remained.
forever in my eyes.
No longer to have sight
without your face in it.
I do not know what love is.
I dont want to know..
What I need is you.
Only you.
To bloom in my spring time.
To bring sunlight to my days.
To be part of me.
Like my glasses.
Or the book by my chair.
To not know
Where you end
and where I begin.

Dancing With Chopin

By Jude Kyrie

Vienna 1896

*Do you like Chopin she whispered.?
Yes Milady I love Chopin.
Then we shall dance sir.
The darkened ballroom was lit
only by the candelabra
of the moon and stars.

As they waltzed to his nocturne
The pianist delicately flowed
each beautiful note,  like raindrops
falling softly in the nighttime.
She was so lovely in her gown
So much what he wanted
But in a station far beyond his.

He had promised her.
Even if they could not be as one
In this lifetime he would wait
for her in the next and they
would spend eternity together.

Vienna 2015

Each night they
met in the famous old ballroom
they would dance to Chopin
only Chopin, forever.

As the soft darkness of night
melted into
the approaching light
of dawn they faded
leaving only silence.

The old caretaker
approached the ballroom.
And said to himself
I am sure I heard Chopin again

Do you remember
that night we first made love?.
I had bought you roses
from the flower girl.
The gypsy violins played
romantic music
in the old Hungarian restaurant.

We went back to my place
and we kissed deeply.
You were so shy.
I felt it odd you were shy
after all
we have been lovers
in so many lifetimes

you. are a common thief.
if he was property
and not a man
you would go to jail.

I watch from above
you have quenched his fire.
He flickers like a dying candle.
He pours black pain
into bowl called despair.
You have crippled him with
your selfish abuse.
you have chained my wildman
to the kitchen table.

Give him back to me
let him heal in my glow.
Let me bathe his wounds
and let him come back.

How a ***** like you
can utter the word love.
and keep my wild beast
chained I do not know.

Bring him home
let me give him
back his feral spirit.
Let me give him his domain.
Even if after he is healed
I have to set him free
to run again
in the urban wilds.

Feelin like The Blues
~~

There’s a room I keep inside me
Its hollow and its dead.
Its where the sadness lingers.
Instead of in my head.

The news flows like a sewer
Is nothing ever good?
There’s ****** and there’s killing
Streets that run with blood.

I’d pray to God to stop it
But I don’t know who to choose
The music’s sad and weeping
Man its feelin like the blues

I’ve let my heart get frozen
to make the hurting stop.
Some people say I’m golden
Others say I’m not.

So I listen to their stories
With sadness in my eyes
Of all the pain and suffering.
Where everybody dies.

Is my heart turning to stone?
Does the bad guy ever lose?
Must I live this pain alone.
Man its feelin like the blues

There is no God in heaven?
Or no fiery hell below.
Says the lonely atheist
Who claims he’s in the know.

But I have heard the whispers
That my heart just can’t refuse
It’s a calling for redemption.
Man its feelin like the blues.

Losing Michelle
A Poem
By
Jude Kyrie

*I found you in the sunshine
On an island painted white
You looked once in a lifetime
You took me home that night.

It was in a field of jasmine
Its fragrance in our head
I forgot all that had been
When you took me to your bed

All I did was breathe you
As I filled you in my lungs
But I always needed something new
When I was almost young

You gave me back my freedom
But I wore it like a shroud
You gave me stormy grey skies
When I needed just a cloud

You tell me not to worry
You will always be my home
it doesn't bring me comfort
I feel so ****** alone

You tell me you've  moved on now
And once more changed your name
I look up to the heavens.
And wash my tears in falling rain.

I know it was all my fault
You were all thats good Michelle
You deserve your happy life
And I deserve my hell.

Sing to me with your beauty
take all my breath away..
Lift me like a feather love.
Take me through another day.

Hold me ‘til I fall in love
Hold me in forever love
Never go away.

Let me see your beauty
when the night bird
sings it song.
Dry my falling tear drops love.
When morning takes too long

Hold me ‘till I fall in love
hold me in forever love.
Never go away

Take me to your bridal bed
When wedding bells have rung.
Love me soft and tenderly.
Love me sweet and long.

Hold me ‘till I fall in love
hold me in forever love.
Never go away

Take me to our children.
Waiting to be born.
Take me to the kitchen
With coffee every morn.

*Hold me ‘till I fall in love.
Hold me in forever love
Just
Never go away