Monday, September 30, 2013
Mirrored
in his eyes I am found
he is my looking glass
fingers to softly caress
the outstretched image
laying before my eyes
in this dreamy reality
only a pinch can tell
the steady drumming
of his chest lures me
away to soothing rest
where does his body end
where does mine begin
suspended in bodies
not reflecting the
mirror's sweet serenade
our dance glides on
silvery glass memories
flight from the axe
released from bodice
in all these remedies
regrets fall as leaves
from October trees
divination has now
passed before the
windows of our soul
partial sight has given
way to beloved whole
he is my looking glass
fingers to softly caress
the outstretched image
laying before my eyes
in this dreamy reality
only a pinch can tell
the steady drumming
of his chest lures me
away to soothing rest
where does his body end
where does mine begin
suspended in bodies
not reflecting the
mirror's sweet serenade
our dance glides on
silvery glass memories
flight from the axe
released from bodice
in all these remedies
regrets fall as leaves
from October trees
divination has now
passed before the
windows of our soul
partial sight has given
way to beloved whole
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Afterwords
folded at the foot of the bed
lover lies relinquished of thought
simply a draped effect
of the exuberance that
shortly before was the
ebb and flow on a heated shore
liquid body melts into the
deluge of sheets coursing to the floor
gathering there in pools
of adrenaline and lust
that bleed from lover's
glazed eyes and euphoric passing
vacant temple briefly rests
on drifting weightless shoulders
anchor to such a vessel
slowly skims along
pores and drops of sweat
with drowsy stumbling fingertips
folded at the foot of the bed
lover lies in pulsing pleasure echoes
tones of voice and
catch of breath sweep
over the exposed plain
in a rolling ocean of surrender
lover lies relinquished of thought
simply a draped effect
of the exuberance that
shortly before was the
ebb and flow on a heated shore
liquid body melts into the
deluge of sheets coursing to the floor
gathering there in pools
of adrenaline and lust
that bleed from lover's
glazed eyes and euphoric passing
vacant temple briefly rests
on drifting weightless shoulders
anchor to such a vessel
slowly skims along
pores and drops of sweat
with drowsy stumbling fingertips
folded at the foot of the bed
lover lies in pulsing pleasure echoes
tones of voice and
catch of breath sweep
over the exposed plain
in a rolling ocean of surrender
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Jargon-jaunting: part windy-fall
rustling from the bustling
early hurly-burly gust,
chasing leaves under eaves
the first dispersed burst on this
wonderful windy-fall day
in the gust, Autumn thrust
past drooping ripe fruits
and looping-type roots
wheezing breezy trees on this
wonderful windy-fall day
hint of Jack's nip
on blushing rose hip
tint of chilled cheeks
in only a few weeks
caught wind of
the thinned glove on this
wonderful windy-fall day
falls the seed, stalls the breed
return in a warmer season
and discern from a former treason
after rest enticed, undressed in ice
mere think-exhaust
of nearing frost on this
wonderful windy-fall day
early hurly-burly gust,
chasing leaves under eaves
the first dispersed burst on this
wonderful windy-fall day
in the gust, Autumn thrust
past drooping ripe fruits
and looping-type roots
wheezing breezy trees on this
wonderful windy-fall day
hint of Jack's nip
on blushing rose hip
tint of chilled cheeks
in only a few weeks
caught wind of
the thinned glove on this
wonderful windy-fall day
falls the seed, stalls the breed
return in a warmer season
and discern from a former treason
after rest enticed, undressed in ice
mere think-exhaust
of nearing frost on this
wonderful windy-fall day
Monday, September 23, 2013
River of Delivery
draped before first inhale
in lustrous apparitions
dripping in the hollows
of creation's chasms
internal echoes of the
physical form fighting
recognized realities and
forgotten fundamentals
eager eyes cringe at
first sight, nocturnal
wanderers reacting
to dawn's first light
sensations absorb
under newly fallen
snow of skin, warmth
repeats in heart beats
worlds breached in
the vacating of womb
where we were once
one with eternity
suspension of lot
released, lives are
poured out, patented
and positioned by fate
pain-delivered life
begins in wailing
ending the same
for those left behind
in the physical flesh
formed by the incarnate
whole, identifying with
infinite fades from view
in lustrous apparitions
dripping in the hollows
of creation's chasms
internal echoes of the
physical form fighting
recognized realities and
forgotten fundamentals
eager eyes cringe at
first sight, nocturnal
wanderers reacting
to dawn's first light
sensations absorb
under newly fallen
snow of skin, warmth
repeats in heart beats
worlds breached in
the vacating of womb
where we were once
one with eternity
suspension of lot
released, lives are
poured out, patented
and positioned by fate
pain-delivered life
begins in wailing
ending the same
for those left behind
in the physical flesh
formed by the incarnate
whole, identifying with
infinite fades from view
Friday, September 20, 2013
Sept ember
bright fleur rests
in evening still
from breezy daze
hue nears the
harsh threat
of tiny daggers
clinging to stem
nears harsh
in the calm
dingy gloaming
it's held high
and away from
its fruited fellows...
those dull orange
hips which shifted
to and fro in
the prior gusts
bright fleur comes
late for the show...
such a gay fellow
in evening still
from breezy daze
hue nears the
harsh threat
of tiny daggers
clinging to stem
nears harsh
in the calm
dingy gloaming
it's held high
and away from
its fruited fellows...
those dull orange
hips which shifted
to and fro in
the prior gusts
bright fleur comes
late for the show...
such a gay fellow
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Jargon jaunting: part leaving leaves
plighting night
taking flight
in leftover leaves
when spider weaves...
abundant traps
or dew-drenched maps
glittering wet,
flittering threat
in nipping breeze...
Winter's tease
flashes of hues
splashes of rouge
and amber gold
from times of old...
stooped reaping crone
in drooped sepia-tone
she disturbs the dirt
frees herbs and wort
root and fruit fill the nest...
fool and ghoul chill the rest
sweets and treats thrill the chest
givings for livings
come in grateful platefuls
days are wrought numb...
'tis the ways of Autumn
taking flight
in leftover leaves
when spider weaves...
abundant traps
or dew-drenched maps
glittering wet,
flittering threat
in nipping breeze...
Winter's tease
flashes of hues
splashes of rouge
and amber gold
from times of old...
stooped reaping crone
in drooped sepia-tone
she disturbs the dirt
frees herbs and wort
root and fruit fill the nest...
fool and ghoul chill the rest
sweets and treats thrill the chest
givings for livings
come in grateful platefuls
days are wrought numb...
'tis the ways of Autumn
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Pale shatterd porcelain
youth drains from view
into memories
best served cold
crimson gold flutters
in the ground's aspiration,
in it's hunger for the descending life
those who have risen
now return to soiled wombs,
laying down their spoils
buried hearts collect on debts
when the pale shattered porcelain
drifts down
veiled mistress of dreamers
casts her shrouds
to gain her reign
indigo seeps into solemn
twilight, erupting
in nightmarish splendor
bronze hands bleach during
absent hours of warmth,
fingers twitch, minds grow numb
blue buds rest in biding breasts
when the pale shattered porcelain
drifts down
bestower laps the life spilt,
the life seeping into silt
and miming bare stone
empty cages wither
under carnivorous ice
and the harsh southern sun
paralyzed claws scrounge
for skeleton banes to shield
from Boreas breath
land is a tomb turned out
when the pale shattered porcelain
drifts down
into memories
best served cold
crimson gold flutters
in the ground's aspiration,
in it's hunger for the descending life
those who have risen
now return to soiled wombs,
laying down their spoils
buried hearts collect on debts
when the pale shattered porcelain
drifts down
veiled mistress of dreamers
casts her shrouds
to gain her reign
indigo seeps into solemn
twilight, erupting
in nightmarish splendor
bronze hands bleach during
absent hours of warmth,
fingers twitch, minds grow numb
blue buds rest in biding breasts
when the pale shattered porcelain
drifts down
bestower laps the life spilt,
the life seeping into silt
and miming bare stone
empty cages wither
under carnivorous ice
and the harsh southern sun
paralyzed claws scrounge
for skeleton banes to shield
from Boreas breath
land is a tomb turned out
when the pale shattered porcelain
drifts down
Friday, September 13, 2013
Lamentation for eggs
tired arms ache
under the burden
of letting go
aching arms with
lichen-licked
weathered bark...
the only armor
offered against
the stinging sleet
tired arms mourn
for barren nests
chilled ice blue
mourning arms with
tangled twigs
overgrown in dreams...
the only hope
offered against
the empty sleep
tired arms weep
to rooted origins
buried in the past
weeping arms with
tortured form
grasping for eggs...
the only promise
offered against
the fated feat
under the burden
of letting go
aching arms with
lichen-licked
weathered bark...
the only armor
offered against
the stinging sleet
tired arms mourn
for barren nests
chilled ice blue
mourning arms with
tangled twigs
overgrown in dreams...
the only hope
offered against
the empty sleep
tired arms weep
to rooted origins
buried in the past
weeping arms with
tortured form
grasping for eggs...
the only promise
offered against
the fated feat
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Norman echoes
fallen into: Tas veneratus
the whispers set into ageless ears
passing eras turn from laughter,
from ecstasies, from fallen fears
fallen into: Tas veneratus
the soiled fantasies of earthly wants
lucid visions, remnants surface
in stagnant cares and favorite haunts
it is in the heap of honor
that grubs snub sickening sanity
peep inside the hallowed hill
they dance with virtuous vanity
spoken within: Tas veneratus
repeated over the waves of time
drifting regret set sailed,
the unpaid debt or dismissed crime
spoken within: Tas veneratus
'twas and is, e're will be soul's lament
epitaph of stone echoes,
"spirit's tomb is the body's ascent"
the whispers set into ageless ears
passing eras turn from laughter,
from ecstasies, from fallen fears
fallen into: Tas veneratus
the soiled fantasies of earthly wants
lucid visions, remnants surface
in stagnant cares and favorite haunts
it is in the heap of honor
that grubs snub sickening sanity
peep inside the hallowed hill
they dance with virtuous vanity
spoken within: Tas veneratus
repeated over the waves of time
drifting regret set sailed,
the unpaid debt or dismissed crime
spoken within: Tas veneratus
'twas and is, e're will be soul's lament
epitaph of stone echoes,
"spirit's tomb is the body's ascent"
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Recycled angels
in the eve of frost
they sail on weathered wings
and glide their shiny toes
across satin spar lakes
their bodies silver ice
join in the resplendent lights
overhead in nocturnal play
pale expressions alight
with the reflection of a mirrored moon...
stars reside in their hearts
and collect on their beaten ascensions...
in the eve of frost
they rise in indigo skies
for overdue missions found
below an invalid's tongue
delight is theirs in eyes
that view what comes true
of visions held in hope's abode
bare metal limbs seek
the riddle's clue of ageless forfeited fables...
most prayers are heard
and ultimately fulfilled by these recycled angels
they sail on weathered wings
and glide their shiny toes
across satin spar lakes
their bodies silver ice
join in the resplendent lights
overhead in nocturnal play
pale expressions alight
with the reflection of a mirrored moon...
stars reside in their hearts
and collect on their beaten ascensions...
in the eve of frost
they rise in indigo skies
for overdue missions found
below an invalid's tongue
delight is theirs in eyes
that view what comes true
of visions held in hope's abode
bare metal limbs seek
the riddle's clue of ageless forfeited fables...
most prayers are heard
and ultimately fulfilled by these recycled angels
Friday, September 6, 2013
Rewired
worming wires,
relentless messages
ooze down the neck from
saturated cranial deployments
the cat feeds the mouse
in this game of "Can you hear me?"
wayward wires
lighten loads
or so is supposed
in the ground and under sea
the cat has starved itself
in it's desert litter box
wounded wires lay
scarred and sparking
leaking letters and
spewing sonic sonnets
dead mouse is overfed
and tires of wiggling to and fro
weakened wires melt
and fuse in frustrating wait
sighing summons tap their toe
for a later outlet
relentless messages
ooze down the neck from
saturated cranial deployments
the cat feeds the mouse
in this game of "Can you hear me?"
wayward wires
lighten loads
or so is supposed
in the ground and under sea
the cat has starved itself
in it's desert litter box
wounded wires lay
scarred and sparking
leaking letters and
spewing sonic sonnets
dead mouse is overfed
and tires of wiggling to and fro
weakened wires melt
and fuse in frustrating wait
sighing summons tap their toe
for a later outlet
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Round timeline
granted are the lines
Helios casts upon the dial
lines age draws
upon the human face
lines found in
studious books about long ago...
lines that ripple in the trunk
from the seed's start
subtle evidence, these lines,
that something at least has transpired
something at least was communicated...
at least was experienced
lines aren't for everyone,
they aren't for those who
know lines have stops and starts
who know time is more
than vile smiles and angelic hearts...
time is less than true
of what goes on between them and you
lacking truth is what often chokes
the tubular tarts and bloated blokes,
and they spend their time
as they spend their loot
at lotteries and paid toilets
they miss the chance to step
off the broken record
wobbling on the old Edison
rolling past are the circles
lost, eluding linear sniffers
for it is in this and only this
in how lives are spent differs
Helios casts upon the dial
lines age draws
upon the human face
lines found in
studious books about long ago...
lines that ripple in the trunk
from the seed's start
subtle evidence, these lines,
that something at least has transpired
something at least was communicated...
at least was experienced
lines aren't for everyone,
they aren't for those who
know lines have stops and starts
who know time is more
than vile smiles and angelic hearts...
time is less than true
of what goes on between them and you
lacking truth is what often chokes
the tubular tarts and bloated blokes,
and they spend their time
as they spend their loot
at lotteries and paid toilets
they miss the chance to step
off the broken record
wobbling on the old Edison
rolling past are the circles
lost, eluding linear sniffers
for it is in this and only this
in how lives are spent differs
Monday, September 2, 2013
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