Tag Archives: Dreams

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Hazards

Posted on February 28, 2013 | 2 Comments

danger danger up ahead
caution warning flashing red
those curves they move way to fast
can’t just let them slide right past
gotta ride them round the bend
worry later if we’ll mend
speeding sliding over ground
skip the brakes and wheel around

faster faster here we go
no time now to take it slow
climbing up through every gear
open up and let go fear
now we’re moving straight ahead
hope I haven’t been misled
feel that sudden power surge
ease on in and start to merge

revving revving full on thrust
giving in to all this lust
shifting down from mountain pass
slipping into valley grass
pistons pounding out a beat
as we’re blasting down this street
feel that tingle down below
thrumming engine primed to blow

danger danger up ahead
caution warning flashing red
those curves they move way to fast
can’t just let them slide right past

Back To You (echoessilencepatienceandgrace.wordpress.com)
Transported (helpfulannalisa.wordpress.com)
Guide (blackinkbirds.wordpress.com)

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Tagged Beauty, Dance, Dreams, Gray wolf, Humor, Love, Make Work, poem, poetry, words, Writing

Wrung Dry

Posted on February 15, 2013 | 5 Comments

there are days of golden mornings
and tomorrows of darker shades
that wrap themselves tight around me
and pull me screaming all the way

there is only so much blood insides
for sharing with their evening hunger
yet they circle me a thousand flies
feeding feasting always bleeding me

until I am no more than desiccated husk
dry brittle cracklings lying on a bed
nothing left to ever move me or entice me
for even my dreams have turned to sand

I can hear them still circling near me
ravenous whispering scratching at my ears
they’re praying for rainstorms to revive me
so they can begin to feast again..

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Tagged Beauty, Dreams, Gray wolf, Inner, moving ahead, poem, poetry, Ramble, Thoughts, wasting time, words, Writing

Wednesday’s Ashes

Posted on February 13, 2013 | Leave a comment

Dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt return
~~Book of Genesis 3:19

these mournful days laid before me
after yesterday’s carnival
I wear sackcloth for all to see
burnt smudges dark across my brow

beating out my slow penitence
sins accumulated and saved
my pious insignificance
lost against failing masses

ashes to ashes is our fate
marked in ragged spurts and moments
consuming time – we cannot wait
rushing towards oblivion

I repent of so many things
but never any thoughts of you
would ever count among those sins
could I truly be damned for that?

for you I would do anything
sell my salvation for your kiss
bath in balefire to touch your skin
feel you warm against my body

if mortals must strive for heaven
how can I repent of angels
enticing me to ascension
of my carnal flesh and longing?

I will endure this Lenten game
abjure renounce my inner lust
yet dream of you and feel no shame
dancing as my Eve in Eden

some truths can’t ever be denied
some sins I will never repent
instead I declare it with pride
I have been seduced by angels

I have enjoyed heavenly flesh
consumed sweet perfumes and nectars
exchanged soul kisses breath for breath
indulged in sweet fornication

There is no sin to be found here
in the memory of your bed
nothing that I would dare conceal
our bodies were meant to mingle

This then will be my sacrifice
I will forsake all other vice
to lay here in your paradise
until the day of my demise.

THE ASH AND THE REST OF US: HOMILY FOR ASH WEDNESDAY Rev. Fr. Boniface Nkem Anusiem PhD. (frbonnie.wordpress.com)
Ash Wednesday starts Lenten season (goerie.com)
Ashes and Penance (supertradmum-etheldredasplace.blogspot.com)
snow angel – poem (poetscornerblog.wordpress.com)
Ephemeral poetry (mydekel.wordpress.com)
Fleeting Phantasm Photography – Vedas by Cope and Arnold Explores Ephemeral Forms (TrendHunter.com) (trendhunter.com)

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Frost on Twigs

Posted on February 10, 2013 | 9 Comments

black shrouded white
pure frost tipped
gleaming sparks
sunrise kissed
glinting glistening
silver flashes of ice
catching sol
inspiring soul
with fairy tales
and magic dreams
from youthful days
before time’s march
etched her frost
on me.

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Tagged Beauty, Dreams, Family, Gray wolf, Make Work, moving ahead, poem, poetry, Ramble, Thoughts, Writing

Snow Day Breakfast!

Posted on February 8, 2013 | 5 Comments

Oh those magical words: “All schools are closed because of snow.”

Those words turn us all into excited children – even if we might be adults now. There is a certain freedom contained in the words “snow day.” I know not everyone gets to actually stay home and avoid work – yet even going into work on a snow day is somehow more exciting and meaningful. There is a certain bravado that is displayed by those saying “…but I had to go into work through the blowing snow and white-out conditions.”

As for me I do get the day off. Work has also closed and so today is hang out with the kids day. Time to sleep in and not rush. There is a holiday feel in the house as we all lounge in our pajamas. Happy chatter as faces press against the window – “look at all that snow!”

Time for a snow day breakfast – pancakes with blueberries, or with bananas and chocolate chips! With real maple syrup of course to celebrate this random Canadian holiday of snow! And of course hot chocolate topped with marshmallows. We were hyped before about the snow day – and now all that sugar has us pumped for some snow action.

Out we go all bundled into the piles of soft fluffiness. Scarves, mitts and warm hats all in place. Time to play!

Hope you enjoy your day as much as I am enjoying my happy Friday snow day – and my bonus long weekend!

Tiny Hippo has a Snow Day (meanderingsabound.com)
…and it snowed, and snowed… (cliffjburns.wordpress.com)
Snow & breakfast time check-in (thegrassskirtblog.com)
Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow (theomatodayproject.wordpress.com)
A stroll in the snow with the “ciaspole” (roundtripticket.me)
Snow Day! (macooshoes.wordpress.com)

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Tagged Beauty, Dreams, Family, Love, Luck, moving ahead, Ramble, self, Snow, Thoughts, wasting time, Writing

Hardly Anymore Anyway

Posted on February 5, 2013 | 1 Comment

We pass by in the street
and in hallways indiscreet
looking quickly off to the side
avoiding those truths we have lied
each to each in the darkness
as we exchanged sweet caresses
feeling desires transmutation
suppressing logic’s lamentation
yielding to the imperative
of biology’s firm initiative
overwhelmed overcome
over-and-out and then some

Yes we did once long ago
and now it is no more
I would you know
if you offered
or even exposed
but then again
now we are older
no longer bolder
still in all the memory
stirs me into revelry
Oh I would – I could – I should
yet no…

not anymore.

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No Point at All

Posted on January 31, 2013 | 9 Comments

There is no point to this at all.
It is dull, blunt, fully and completely pointless.

See unfetteredbs for the real point

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Tagged Beauty, Dreams, Gray wolf, Inner, moving ahead, poem, poetry, Ramble, Thoughts, wasting time, words, Writing

ephemeral thing

Posted on January 27, 2013 | 3 Comments

Inspired by the brilliant poetry of Susan Daniels. My words are but a reflection from her inspiration. The original is here: Temporary Things at
http://susandanielspoetry.com

a snow angel
is soft snow
firmly tenderly
compressed
into being

a shaping
hollowed
and hallowed
with angelic laughter

excavated from droplets
frozen feathered in heaven
drifted into irresistible piles
for small warm bodies
to embed with sparkling zeal

freed by gust of wind
as dancing whirlwinds of snow
trickled into the earth
by spring thaws
to be reborn
as snowdrops

Their shape holds magic.

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Tagged Beauty, Dreams, Gray wolf, Inner, moving ahead, poem, poetry, Ramble, Thoughts, wasting time, words, Writing

Untouched

Posted on January 27, 2013 | 12 Comments

Here I am on the sideline
watching you dance so divine
waiting for stars to align
hoping you’ll show me a sign

We arrive here together
and then you’re off wherever
doing this that whatever
taking your sweet pleasure

so tell me this:
Does it hurt less
to be heart less?
Does it feel nice
to be made of ice?

yeah I know you’ve made it clear
got your message don’t you fear
even without your cold sneer
as you turn and disappear

well isn’t that just funny
how when you need my money
you come back coy and sunny
snuggling up my sweet honey.

so tell me this:
Does it hurt less
to be heart less?
Does it feel nice
to be made of ice?

I should really go away
who just knows one day I may
your hypnotic charms hold sway
desperately I obey

I should be out there dancing
doing my own romancing
instead I sit here just crashing
as you’re out there just laughing

so tell me this:
Does it hurt less
to be heart less?
Does it feel nice
to be made of ice?

Living Love: Day Two – Innocence (heartflow2013.wordpress.com)

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Friday in the Snow: Robert Burns

Posted on January 25, 2013 | 5 Comments

January swirls around me in puffs and gusts of white powder. Clouds low and deep with shadows swoop down dumping cold snow down my neck, slowing my long walk home from work.

It is cold. That is expected in this part of the world. I should know better by now and wear a hat to keep my ears warm and my head free of snow. The flakes land on my head and melt leaving my scalp chilly and bristling with goosebumps.

I think ahead to the bottle of scotch waiting for me in my apartment. The gas fireplace waiting to be fired up and re-heat my blood. My cat waiting for my arrival so he can do the hunger dance of greeting.

The scotch isn’t always part of the routine – but todays is Robbie Burns day today. Time to raise a dram and toast his memory and wit and fine poetry. This blustery snowy night reminds me of his poem “Tam o’Shanter”

But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You sieze the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white–then melts for ever;
Or like the borealis race,
That flit ere you can point their place;
Or like the rainbow’s lovely form
Evanishing amid the storm.–
Nae man can tether time or tide;
The hour approaches Tam maun ride;
That hour, o’ night’s black arch the key-stane,
That dreary hour he mounts his beast in;
And sic a night he taks the road in
As ne’er poor sinner was abroad in.

The wind blew as ‘twad blawn its last;
The rattling showers rose on the blast;
The speedy gleams the darkness swallow’d
Loud, deep, and lang, the thunder bellow’d:
That night, a child might understand,
The Deil had business on his hand.

Ah to write like Robbie!

Here is to you good sir! May your words flow forever in our hearts and minds.

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Tagged Beauty, Burns supper, Dreams, Gray wolf, Inner, moving ahead, poem, poetry, Ramble, Robert Burns, Tam o'Shanter, Thoughts, wasting time, words, Writing

Skin on Skin

Posted on January 13, 2013 | 9 Comments

here we lie entangled akimbo
soft warmth of january thaw
fresh in our glowing flesh
sheets rumpled in sweat
sweet salty scent of passion
wrapped inside each breath
each touch of skin on skin
a shiver of recent memory
gliding gently down inside
around and back again
fingers dancing down inside
around and back again
bodies joining down inside
around and back again
and back again
and again
until we finally pause
in lingering tingling
skin clinging to skin
us entangled akimbo
simply lying here.

A Raging Fire, Unrestrained (rendezvouswithrenee.com)
10 Reasons Why Morning Sex Is The Best Sex (buzzfeed.com)
Splayed (unduecreativity.wordpress.com)

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Abracadabra Stew

Posted on December 10, 2012 | 13 Comments

Are you feeling kinda down?
Looking for another clown?
Well I’ve got the thing for you
It’s abracadabra stew
But you’ve gotta eat it hot
And you’ve gotta eat a lot
That’s abracadabra stew
And its really simple too!

Take a really rotten log
Just don’t include any frog
Quickly chop up into bits
Then add-in those day old grits
Give it all a double whirl
Go steal a kiss from a girl
Now tie a bow in a knot
Throw it all into the pot

That is all you gotta do!
It’s abracadabra stew
But you’ve gotta eat it hot
And you’ve gotta eat a lot
That’s abracadabra stew
And its really simple too!

Hang on there – we’re not done
Here’s where we have some fun!
Grab up all your dirty socks
Throw them in with broken rocks
Bounce up and down on your chair
Send it flying through the air
Scoop out the grunge from your toes
Pick out that stuff in your nose!

That is all you gotta do!
It’s abracadabra stew
But you’ve gotta eat it hot
And you’ve gotta eat a lot
That’s abracadabra stew
And its really simple too!

Let it simmer all day long
Let it boil til its gone
Catch the gases in a jar
Make a wish upon a star
Take a big sniff if you dare
Then hide it down under there
Ha! There I made you think it
Now you will have to drink it.

That is all you gotta do!
It’s abracadabra stew
But you’ve gotta eat it hot
And you’ve gotta eat a lot
That’s abracadabra stew
And its really simple too!

Just don’t you dare and try it!

That is all you gotta do!
It’s abracadabra stew
But you’ve gotta eat it hot
And you’ve gotta eat a lot
That’s abracadabra stew
And its really simple too!

Rooster Testicle Stew (lavagabondebudapest.wordpress.com)
A Little Stew (emilyrosendahl.wordpress.com)
Best-ever Beef Stew (spoonful.com)
Springtime Stew (familyrecipebooks.wordpress.com)
Beef Stew (wherefloursbloom.com)
Long-Handled Spoons (grandefalcone.wordpress.com)

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Stage Fright

Posted on December 7, 2012 | Leave a comment

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts…
William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act II Scene VII

here I am offstage
lights low and dimmed
curtain lowered
pacing in worry
reviewing my lines
rehearsing dialogue
with full aplomb

the scene is set
props in place
actors on mark
cues are given
and Act One
is underway
as I remain frozen
here stage left
fifth business
in the play’s flow
easily bypassed
by the action
of this miserable
romantic comedy
now turned tragedy.

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Randomness

Posted on December 6, 2012 | 3 Comments

don’t stand so close
soft fuzzy sweater
piece of my heart
bad moon rising
I saw what you did
down the crazy river
wise men say
moonlight desires
are sending me
somewhere over
by the way
I died in your arms.

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Tagged Beauty, Blame, Dance, Dreams, Flower, Home, Inner, moving ahead, poem, poetry, Thoughts, wasting time, Writing

So Good for Nothing

Posted on November 25, 2012 | 3 Comments

It’s the way I live my life
the way I’ll always be
nothing will ever change me
cause I’m just good for nothing

Always good for nothing
that’s the way I wanna be
being good for something
just isn’t good enough

I really don’t see a problem
why can’t you just let me be?
yet somehow I’ve offended others
cause I’m just good for nothing

Always good for nothing
that’s the way I gotta be
being good for something
just isn’t good enough

I’ve been told get with it
catch the modern train-ride
chase the dreams and dollars
cause I’m just good for nothing

Always good for nothing
that’s the way I wanna be
being good for something
just isn’t good enough

I don’t need no payments
or some other bribery
there is no obligation
cause I’m just good for nothing

Always good for nothing
that’s the way I gotta be
being good for something
just isn’t good enough

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Constellations

Posted on November 13, 2012 | 5 Comments

Back when I was a child
late in the deep of night
world around me deep in sleep
I would climb out my window
onto the front porch roof
shimmy up to the peak

Cool fresh country breeze
feeding me smells of hay
honey-suckle and manure
Fireflies dancing below
milky-way blazing above

I’d watch the constellations
circling around my seat
big dipper, little dipper
dragon and princess and hero
shining points of light
connected by imaginary lines
playing out eternal myths
of hope
and love
and death
and birth

eventually
my head filled with stars
I would slip back down
and return to dreaming…

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Tagged Beauty, Blame, Dreams, Family, Four-leaf clover, Green, Inner, Make Work, moving ahead, poem, poetry, self, Superstition, Writing

Babbling Fool

Posted on November 9, 2012 | 3 Comments

Inspiration possesses me
much to my torment
to dispense poetic verse
at the oddest moment

words rattle in my mind
in random combinations
spilling out to form
unexpected permutations

worst is when – with you
your warmth tickling
across my entire body
as we are kissing

the words overflowing
quicker than my lips
can ever enunciate
past the verbal mix

Until you silence me
with your sweet mouth
reshaping my words
into meaningful sounds

Guiding my impulses into
pulsing rhyming couplet
between these white sheets
in exquisite poetic duet.

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Archangel of My Own

Posted on November 8, 2012 | 1 Comment

Mystical tradition holds forth
the seven Archangels ruling
the seven heavens above
Gabriel the voice bearer
Michael the sword wielder
Raphael the healing touch
Uriel the keeper of words
Selaphiel the intervenor
Jegudiel the merciful heart
Barachiel the lightning bolt

Seven Archangels for
seven days of the week
keeping track of time
until the trumpets blow
breaking the seals
ending all promises
revelation revealed
fulfilling all covenants
eternity imposed
as freedom is revoked
belief no longer required

Yet I require none of these
beings of light and power
I have my own archangel
here on this earth
above those minor seven
obedient to heaven
The eighth Archangel
of the living
free of will
free of spirit
free to love
unbound released
radiant regal
my Archangel
you

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A Taste of You

Posted on November 2, 2012 | 2 Comments

ever since we met
ever since we kissed
every time I eat
every time I drink
everything on my tongue
everything past my lips
tastes of you
taunts of you
reminds me of this hunger
reminds me you are gone
and I am empty
without you

wisdom comes after taste (juicyphilosophy.org)
Taste Disorders (newmexicosinusinstitute.com)
The Kiss (twoamstrawberryredwine.wordpress.com)
The Taste of Lemon and Grape (ksoranna.wordpress.com)

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Trick and Treat

Posted on October 31, 2012 | 4 Comments

Tonight
I will knock on your door
and make you scream

Tonight
I will sneak inside
and make you quiver

Tonight
I will lock the doors
and never let you go

Tonight
We will be extra sweet.

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Wet Caress

Posted on October 30, 2012 | 7 Comments

This grey autumn rain
has soaked us through
leaving us shivering
in the October winds

Home we tumble inside
door barely closed
we strip off the damp
and turn up the heat.

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Gathering Kindling

Posted on October 24, 2012 | 3 Comments

On this damp autumn night
there is deep chill in you
flowing into the darkness
making me shiver

I try to gently spark you
ignite you into flame
You sizzle and sputter
and nudge me away

Undeterred unfazed I return
with gathered kindling
romantic lovers tinder
candles, wine and words

You refuse to catch flame
resisting my burning heat
turning away from me
you cannot suppress a smile

Moving my hands over your skin
building tingling friction
rubbing away the frost
activating you toward combustion

Spark-point you turn
first flames flickering
in your encouraging eyes
lean your body into mine

Swaying in locked embrace
we dance to music we hum
feeling our fire spread
through flesh and bone

While you move your lips
ever closer to my mouth
And set my world ablaze
with your fiery kiss

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Undesired

Posted on October 15, 2012 | 11 Comments

Culled much to soon
debudded before anything
could even bloom
carted off to the compost
bouquet left to decay
turned over
turned under
shredded beheaded
embedded unwedded
weeded defeated
labelled unfabled
never enabled
always left on the edge
or thrown over the hedge
clearly unwanted
fully unloved
no point in even being alive
simply and clearly
undesirable

yet somehow still here
waiting hoping for the
slimmest glimmer to appear

Buster Blonde’s Tried and True Dating Advice (persephonemagazine.com)
Changing Your Partner? You are Kidding Yourself (thelovedoctorspeaks.wordpress.com)
Pre-Engagement Counseling (thingsishouldkeeptomyself.wordpress.com)
Summary: Three Paths to Disposition: The Movement of Meaningful Possessions to Strangers. (eccg.wordpress.com)

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Cruelty

Posted on October 12, 2012 | Leave a comment

comfortable
familiarity
holds us close
warm embrace
happy memory
building trust
to whisper
look I am
vulnerable here
and here
until anger
turns soft touch
to stinging slap
on wounds unhealed

Only truest love
creates such cruelty.

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Barely Touching

Posted on October 5, 2012 | 2 Comments

You said
come for tea
I said
certainly

We sat on
your love seat
sipping
hot tea

so close
we felt
warm skin
of our
forearms
barely
touching

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Coming Clean

Posted on September 8, 2012 | 16 Comments

delicate moisture
intoxicating fragrance
dripping down below.

hot beading droplets
and sleepy senses aroused
steamy morning start.

McSteamy Body Washes (fabsugar.com)
Shower (bluegirlpoems.wordpress.com)

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Conversation After Dinner

Posted on August 25, 2012 | 35 Comments

Dinner was simply lovely.

Thank you for letting me into your kitchen
Oh coffee yes that would be perfect

And now I think, I know
I should return the favour.
Would you say object to
letting me make you dessert?
I think I need a slice of pie

I’d need to raid your pantry
I hope you don’t mind
if I see what you’ve got.
Would you protest if
I turned your oven on?
Best to pre-heat slowly
as we find the ingredients
so we can bake something sweet.

Not too sweet you say?
Well I do like my dessert
just oh so slightly tart

Show me your pie dish
Oh yes that’ll do
Let me knead you some pastry
and line your lovely dish
The secret is not to overwork
just use the lightest touch

Those are lovely apples
would you peel them for me?
Then blend with sugar and spice
and whatever else might be nice
Yes there – oh and there.
Too much you say?
I’m sure it’ll fit in your dish.

Let me have a lick
oh that is delightful.

What’s that?
Your oven is ready?
Well what are we waiting for?
Let’s slip it in
and let it bake
golden and bubbly hot.

Oh that smells so amazing
it’ll be no time until
your buzzer goes…

Oh that was delighful
and well worth the wait
I hope you don’t mind
the mess I made in
my making you dessert.

What?
Another slice?
Oh certainly…

I think I’d enjoy that.

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# 120 – Conversazione. (italpier.net)
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Parallel Lines

Posted on August 23, 2012 | 9 Comments

Parallel lines remain the same distance apart over their entire length. No matter how far you extend them in the plane, they will never intersect.

disconnected
properly lateral
you sit across from me
eyeing the ordered space
that keeps us untouching
It lies between us
where no force of repulsion
will move us apart
and no power of attraction
can overcome our estate

I daydream imaginary
bridges spanning this plane
folding warping reality
into overlapping space
where parallel lines merge
converge connect into unity

Euclidean geometry
plainly unyielding
to my calculus
of imaginary numbers
holds us
equidistant
dimensionally constant
undeterred
we simply move forward
toward an event horizon
where even parallel lines
touch in infinite space.

Entwined parallel lines (leah-jamielynn.typepad.com)
Advanced Composition: Using Georgraphy (digital-photography-school.com)
Going places (dawn.com)

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Before Sunrise

Posted on August 18, 2012 | 9 Comments

here we lie me and you
on green hilltop
in morning dew

wrapped in blue twilight
nestled into each other
feeling this is right

simply enjoying
here
now
this

then bless
the morning
with our kiss.

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indifferent

Posted on August 17, 2012 | 1 Comment

hard as fired nails
soft as porridge
you hear ignore
my broken voice
you see past me
as you drift by
turning away
to move on
leaving me
invisible.

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Compulsion

Posted on August 16, 2012 | 9 Comments

End of day relaxing
I think I am okay
calm
centered
controlled
today I will not yield to
that urge
that itch
that avalanche
sweeping over my restraint
that wanton need
that needful want
that compulsion
to feel your skin on my skin
as you leave your scent on my skin
as you trace your lips on my skin
as you do with me as you please
and as I please myself with you
together pulsingly pleasing teasing our pleasures.

After in the eye of the storm
clinging quivering
we’ll swear and promise and curse
no more
no more we cannot
no more

Knowing where we will be tomorrow.

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Tarnished

Posted on August 13, 2012 | 12 Comments

I require no polishing
to make me sparkle for your eyes.

Times patina clings dully
shielding exposed surfaces
in a cocooning layer of green
leaving hidden strength
protected far beneath.

Leave me weathered
to leave me whole.

Whiskey Bus: Cutty Sark 1959 VW Type 2 (bringatrailer.com)
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Patina Rat (ellispictures.com)

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Some Simple Truths

Posted on August 12, 2012 | 10 Comments

There are things we know without learning
basic truths
breath slowly
drink when thirsty
eat when hungry
love like there is no tomorrow

yet we forget these simple truths
forget to breath
eat to much to fast to often
forget to drink or to stop
think that love will wait until tomorrow

Why should it be so hard to live
what we know to be true?
Instead we hold it inside
cherished bits of regret
tinted brightly with guilt
of a thousand laments “Oh if I only…”
Breathed as I might;
Loved as I could;
Eaten as I should;
Drank as I would.

If only I had been alive.

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They Ride Toward Death

Posted on August 9, 2012 | 2 Comments

They awoke by first moonlight
saddled three horses
muttered old prayers
fog from the fens
masking their plans

They dashed madly
across the moorlands
scattering shattering
One riding east; one west;
one north; None south
for that would be madness

Beasts waited for them by moonlight
knew the plans before the riders
hulking shadows in the fog
slashing ebony talons
splashing crimson life
dashing hope
screams from east
screams from west

One alone rides northward
into the gathering cold
they follow him now
insatiable
relentless
toying with him
as he toys with them
leading them to the chasm

He slows drawing them near
keeping their focus
on this hunt and
the heat of his blood
luring them away
from where he came.
each moment he lives
another moment for the ones
creeping silently southward.

Ahead looms sharp cliff-edge
behind him they chortle
thinking they have him.
He smiles.
His horse is weary
slathered in foam
she stumbles falls
he tumbles runs
while they ravage savage
the screaming beasts
gorging on her blood.

Her death buys time
to make the cliff edge
draw his steel
and mock the monsters

They are blind from
the scent of blood
as they swarm him
razor cuts across
his hands and face
He collapses backwards
laughing taking
them with him
into the abyss.

Sunrise finds
black crows
circling
broken remains.

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Graceful Pirouette

Posted on August 8, 2012 | 11 Comments

Shoulders rigid in anger
she burns me with her glare
straightens her attitude
gathers her skirt

At the banister
she stands retiré devant
catches my eye with her poise
pirouettes to the landing
descending the stairs gracefully
she pauses tilts her head
finally speaking her mind

“Fuck off.”

then continues her elegant departure
leaving me breathless in wonder.

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We Stood in the Rain

Posted on August 7, 2012 | 5 Comments

Life accumulates
until we discover ourselves
organizing boxes of chaos
sending old photos
scattering smattering
across carpet

There we are frozen in Kodachrome
on the edge of somewhere
long rotten forgotten away
waiting for someone someday
Do you remember?

drenched in summer rain
dripping with life spice
laughing at absurdity
holding hands like lovers
Do you remember?

We stood in the rain
shivering quivering in wind
kissing forth warmth
into each other
slow motion lingering
Do you remember?

Later we huddled cuddled
naked under blankets
while our clothes dried.
Do you remember?

I had forgotten it rained.