First Love

Just a dream, just a dream

That’ll never, never be

A love lasting more than thirty years

To a man that’s taken

A man true and faithful

To a love from his youth

A girl who happens not to be me?

As we lost touch some time ago

Some wait a lifetime

Not ever thinking of second chances, but

First love sometimes returns to some

With memories etched in hearts of both

The proverbial rocking chair

Predator Stalking your prey
hint of a grin creeping out,
from the corners of your mouth.
You are a sinner and I am the sin

Licking lips in anticipation 
closing in by increments
Circling me then backing away
Establishing your territory.

Pressing against me
Your gender is apparent
Your breathe upon my neck.
Sweet heart failure, 

I offer my self up 
to your tender mercy,
Yours to do with 
What you will.

Somebody’s stolen her knickers
They were left out to dry in the sun
Why were they so cruel and heartless
Was it done out of spite or for fun
Pink panties, purloined by a weirdo
Did they do it for some sort of dare
Surely they knew, like most of us do
That these were her solitary pair
We watched as she sat down and blubbered
We felt for this big bonnie lass
And then all as one “what is to be done
To cover her huge naked ass”
So we all put in money to buy some
A pair that were pretty, yet strong

Dear beautiful upright flower,
your perfume sweet,
your elegance,
your grace,
your handsome face,
a mother reflected in the eyes.

A life,
a dreamed existence
bloomed
and blazed with fiery colours,

sunrises have been seen,
the brighter sides of life,
now dwindling,
in the autumn of my birth,

not crying,
as my heart is full of mirth.

For now the time has come,
and I succumb,
to sorrows in my stem,
my leaf,
my flower looses turgor;

concrete serpent
in its curl
the moon is a stone
holding
holding the dark
patch in place

I grasp visions
in haze
understand words
put through phase

I can see you waiting
beneath this autumn
at the hour
while minutes sweep

knowing this rain
will subdue this pain
that another yesterdays
bottle will not touch
today

I imagine a world of technology

Where all that I do

School, work, or interest

Would be done from tips

Of fingers tapping on iPads, or

Whatever is designed from its platform?

For the next generation of techies

Steve Jobs has left

A legacy of software behind

Software that will be enhanced

Like beginnings of the telescope

That brought stars billions of light years away

To our eyes and minds

My laptop was my pal for years

On many a cold night
My mind will remember
Your soft,smiling eyes
And I cry
To the shadows
For release
From the sadness of
Emotions gone wild
But not forgotten

Your deep, smokey voice
Calls to me
From across the sea

When will we meet
On distant planes
Of joyous expectation
Fulfilling a dream
Of getting lost
Within your sighs

Standing in the alley, on three legs, one bended knee
Drunker than a skunk... trying to take a pee
His tail is sopping wet, his paws are damp and dewy
Dan's head is really pounding, he's feeling somewhat screwy

What the Hell is happening, how did he get this way?
He was attacked and got a bite, that's all that I can say
Dan woke up feeling fuzzy, a bit longer in the tooth
Feeling kinda randy, much like in his youth

One night I was walking in the woods,
It was blustery and cold,
I was the night the Whisper came,
And this story must be told.

At first I thought it was the wind,
Blowing in the trees,
Then I heard the slightest voice,
Flowing through the breeze.

I felt warm breath around my neck,
Then it crept up to my ear,
The voice I heard was soft and sweet,
But It filled me up with fear.

Skeletal

Skeletal fingers
Clench around my emptiness
Forcing death’s embrace

My wretched life source
Diminishes in seconds
Exterminated

No life soul released
Existence as a lone ghost
In Purgatory

So, Heaven or Hell
Confess my sins or stay lost
Gates of Hell, open!

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