Attraction Not So Subtle

Your image gently glides into my memory

My eyes focus and softly close on your smile

Desire rests on the fingertips of my imagination

Lust lingers loosely on the tongue and lips

Kissing away the moment like brushing away

The cobwebs of a lifeless, lonely day…

Your image reminds me of happiness and the

Way it used to be before time had her way with me

Like a wanton, homeless whore at the end of the day;

Your smile holds me captive while your bedroom eyes seduce,

There is a look of sadness each time you walk away,

I look at you and see no other, wondering why the day has passed away

And to whom to send the RSVP for missing the “rights of passage;”

If you were to swallow me, I would want more

If I were to drink you in, you would want more

So, here we are, prisoners of the moment and of each other;

Time has seduced us both and left in her wake

Delicate reminders of how attraction is meant to work.


November 3, 2010

August 3, 2009

Metaphor

I am innocent of crimes that were
Committed before I was born and
I do not like to think that I was born
into this world as damaged goods;
yet, my faith commands me to see
exactly that and repent of the
metaphor that is confronting me.



Free of Choices

I am destroyed by my own thoughts
Because I am free and clear to make
Those choices that I cannot see far
Enough into the future to know how
They will impact me or my family.

August 4, 2009

What We See

Can we only see that which is
Directly in front of us and ignore
That which is unseen and unproven
To exist or impact our thoughts; yet
To do so would mean that we would
Deny that which we believe to be true
Because there can be no other explanation.



Surface

On the surface,
It appears to be
Real, but it we
Dig deeper, we
Will find the
Truth and in that
Revelation, we
Will know that
Truth is relative
in the minds of
the story-tellers.

A BROTHER'S GIFT

Golden winged child, softly spoken, dance remembered,
lingering memories trail unheeded on your lips.
Eleusinian women praise the song of journey's
never taken and remembered battles never won.
Nameless forgotten places remain encased around some
high-born daydream etched faintly on your brow.
Heartily you play life's game of mysteries while
unconsciously expanding the mental monster within, 'til
times takes toll of thoughts now tormenting,
clinging desperately to designs abandoned long before.
Housed in mind vaults sealed eternal, foreboding
illusions onve envisioned, dormant relics now must lie.
Noxious legends impaled with prophet's false ideals
silenced forever is my legacy to you.
September 1975

Let Me Remember

Life holds us all within her gentle grasp
While we judge and are judged ourselves;
Those we encounter along the way
Form lasting friendships as others fade;
To b e close and dear comes not often, so
What we share is simply and quietly remembered
Like a bright light inside – a beacon which
Guides us like a magnificent obsession to
Not risk never having been touched at all.
Ill words are sometimes spoken and soon forgotten
But the scars, like our own features, remain
With us forever as we anonymously give,
And are sometimes asked to give again.
When our journey dissolves and life’s
Gentle grasp is no more, we selfishly mourn
That intangible feeling that we tangibly held so dear.
Our tears of love flow freely, gently nourishing
That illusive, inescapable fear that hides
Itself in the pit of our souls, urging us to
Reach out for something we cannot have…
And touch that which we must remember alone.
We hurt because we care…
And we care because we love…
And we love because life is too damn special
To be treated any other way.

June 1974

Feelings So Special

Have we gone too far
Can we not turn back
Must we really believe
It has come to that?

I would give a lot
To believe that we
Would on forever
Like the sand and sea.

Many struggle very hard
To find a real caring
The very relationship
That we are sharing.

Must we end it?
Is now the time
I only know
You’ll always be mine.

The feeling so special
We’ll protect and go on
The days are always brighter
With the rise of dawn.

If apart from each other
We now must be,
Of the feelings we share
We’ll never be free.

So why go it alone?
Can we not try again,
The feelings and emotions
To protect and defend.

The answer will come
Through tears we cry
Whatever the decision
With our hearts we’ll try.

September 1972

Whispering Memories

Lingering thoughts of you still form the silent
Boundaries that we once dared to cross;
Lingering memories still flow through my mind
Like whispering winds cover the earth
In a blanket of protective serenity;
Lingering kisses still traced upon my lips
Await your return, and the eyes that captured
Our brief passion still retain their beauty;
Remembering not our fears, we held each other
And your touch gently warmed my spirit
As your closeness calmed my trembling hands.

October 1973

Moments

In moments of time
we live, drawing
conclusions without
evidence, yet expecting
enlightenment as if
we were steeping tea
made without tea leaves.

November 2011

Divided

black and white stand tall in Europe
even though both are poor, watching
their brothers and sisters across the waves
stand on opposite sides of the street
preparing for the a tribal ritual;
with eyes less hopeful than before, they
listen to songs of freedom from
other lands and other souls and other times
when black and white stood
side-by-side, tall and proud
writing songs of freedom.

November 2011

Apple Wine

America like the London Bridge is collapsing
and the whole world watches like HD is falling
but to our rescue they arrive
starved vulchers with Euros
wanting to buy the statue because it faces east;
carpetbaggers and the one percent
who have the cash to buy, dance in the streets
of the city wearing new shoes, drunk
on the spirits of apple wine and not really
caring if they wake up tomorrow or not.

November 2011