Touch me, caress me Dark Angel
Let me feel your soft flesh close to mine,
For eons have you taunted and teased me
I feel now that this is my time.

Come closer Dark Angel come closer
Too long have you stood far away,
Draw near let me free your wild passion
As to my commands you obey.

Your furnace red hair almost burning;
Your raven black eyes all aglow;
Your proud breasts lifted and pointing;
Let me free them from your tight robes.

In the land once serene, pigeons bombard,
Free words stumble, lost to the drain,
Childhood's innocence stolen,
By the relentless war machine.
Rivers of blood flow freely,
Agony paints the scene,
Where pain reigns supreme,
And death lurks, unbidden.

All witnessed in Gaza's plight,
A tragic tale of endless night.

Somewhere there, beyond the edge of the world,
Magical ships sail into the distance, unfurled.
In the corners of the universe they sail not
With galactic foam, they cleanse both day, so vast.

Somewhere there, in far-reaching expanse,
Where mysterious whispers dance,
Where stars twinkle and planets soar,
And cosmic maps require a treasure trove, more.

She danced for her friend the moon
most nights. And occasionally during the day,
when its appearance couldn't be subdued.

Sometimes she wished all of her friends
could be here with her. All of them
had spent time under the same moonlight.

The same light knew them all
and shared this connection with her,
inspiring joy in the spectacle of her performances,
rewarding her companion of the night.

Ah... nothing more enjoyable
than acidic gastric fluid (bile)
flowing backward into esophagus,
resulting in heartburn, meanwhile
disrupting pleasant dreams,
which phenomena also known as
gastroesophageal reflux (GER)
found me discombobulated
and swiftly tailored into harried style.

Dear Heart, you bear a silent ache,
A background throb that will not break
The dam that quells your flood of tears
From pains built over years and years
Dear heart, what pain will loose the flood
Of salty torrents, hot as blood
Form deeper wounds than hearts can stand?
Dear heart, you do not understand
That tho the pain may be released
And floods cause momentary peace
This does not mean the pain will cease.
You must dive in and brace the storm
To find the source of all your harm

This portrait
Spread out before me
Of a man,
What a man could be.

Arms outspread in adulation,
In a radiant embrace
Of the world, the sky and sea.

Blistering sun and wind,
Cracked earthen cheeks
Receive teardrops of rain
A sacrifice of pain.

This fatted calf,
This wolf-in-sheeps-clothing.
Not lion, but jackal
Stealing babies in the night
Not lamb, but still a victim of industrialized slaughter.

Moon fills the northland, with an index finger pressed over its lips, gently whispering, “Quiet”,
with its foggy glow, wraps a dimming gift of presents, for the heavens, and you.

Mellow dew sparkles the floor where you catch your reflection in a shadow.
Blue eyes of daytime mirror mysteries of times past reflect, in your wisdom of thinking.
“I love this”, silent words that flow from your cool steamed breath, a Sunday church song.
Bare feet slide forward on the cold soft blades of newborn meadow fronds.

I thought
it would be easy
to let you go

My walls stood proud
Shielding me the whole time

I thought
maybe
letting you go
wouldn't hurt

But here I am
writing about you
while my heart
aches

Frivolously fumbling
their withering way
Never seeming to stay
On the same
prevalent path
painted before
their tattered
tales of time.
And yet with
fear firmly fastened
in their hearts.
They still stiffly
stammer down
that slightly
slanted slope
with their
heedful hearts
hanging on
any hidden
hints of hope.