I find the moments of my life
invariably filled with strife
are caused by those who are hell-bent
on making others malcontent.

They lay their futile helpless rage
on those they think they can enrage,
and thus drain all of their own ire
by fueling others' angry fire.

Once I would have let them do this,
make me so intensely furious
that I would inevitably snap,
and make them eat their own damn crap,

through the hour
the minutes drip
like rain from
easing branchs

translucent images
inverted
stretching to free
themselves
in brilliant spheres
like stars in a ballet
radiant beauty
caught in the glare
of the charmed lamps
the satin shinning
the strata skirts
white as snowflakes
weaving poising

wavelength blown
winds infused
with haunted
decadence

If I never took the opportunity - test
I'll say what's truly in my heart'
plus I've a mind to say it, now.

Ink shall be my vehicle
lined paper my only grid.
Hopefully, the meaning won't be lost
in the mouthing of the words.

These utensils are both primitive, and vague at best;
so lean ever closer so as to hear me better,
and try to read my words as I have carefully scattered them.

Forgive me my arrogance in assuming
what I have to say is important,
these are but my own personal feelings;

i envy the woman whose lips
your ample mouth has gently kissed
whose very look enslaves your soul
i ponder yet all i have missed

i envy her still whose arms
press you to her breasts so tenderly
who shares your secret hopes and dreams
and keeps your fire burning steadily

i envy the woman whose bed
your long lean body slumbers in
forgive my heart*s dear love desires
that which others consider a sin

You scribbled in bits and pieces
As parchments and on the scrolls
Of a heart so full of love
In this kind of affection
Some say, love is blind
So you stomached everything
All in the name of love

The innocent begs the guilty
For forgiveness from what I know not
I see disappointments, unrealized hopes
Tucked away in dreams of nothingness
While you danced with exhilaration
To the savage slavery flute of the piper

The day was bright and sunny
The temperature was high
With skylarks singing sweetly
As they hovered in the sky

The babbling brook was babbling
To the sighing of the trees
The butterflies were coasting
Way up high upon the breeze

I gazed at all the wonders
Mother nature had in store
And I marvelled at her beauty
As I stood outside my door

That life affirming moment
Sent a shiver down my spine
So I went to watch the tele
With another glass of wine

Test

You say we should float together
somewhere
above our bodies
interred but grounded,
you wax poetic
sometimes
while you hold me
in your organic embrace

rising,

I say we're just moonbeams,
you say
you wouldn't be one if you had to give
up your dick,
I laugh out loud,
and wonder if life isn't
one long orgasm,
with the untidy event
of living by the books
thrown in its way.

I took a mini-journey
on the night that was before,

it came my way
through shadows, grey

appearing startling, at my door !

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Abruptly, I put pen to page
so I couldn't get it wrong,

I had to write
into the night,

to catch serendipity's song.

~

Suddenly, transpiring
in a most peculiar way,

in a blinding flash
our hearts did crash,

a song neither of us could play.

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She was of lines, that took us down
each pathway, effortless;

Slicing at veins
Oozing life,
Distress.

Gouging emotion
Frenzied , insane
Pulping flesh

Rip eyes from the sockets
Scratch out the name
Unbearable to remain

A band of steel
Ratcheted around the heart muscle
Crushing existence

Raw, infinite power
Dicing into throw away chunks
Tearing biting stripping resolve