I Want You

I am scared

Your silent assault threatens to envelop me

bane of my wisened heart

hopeful fool tripped to bended knee

sweet bitter panacea of my soul

flowery scent of Cupid's lies stain your lips

covetous whispers and uncertainty

shadow burdened sun blighted bosom

yearning for your reflection in this tricksome mirror

I want you

Sole Perfection

Melancholy promises from an echo of joy

I sit, a pristine toy

Bright, Colorful, Beautiful, a Masterpiece

......Glaringly incomplete

Haunted by the shadowy little hands that do not discover my hidden contours

and flashes of toothy smiles as I lay at akward angles

My garish newness missing the telltale wear that should scream

I'v shared in your world

Brought a contented sigh to you lips just once

Lay at the feet of your happiness

Tattered and yet more substantial

I mourn my pristine reality

my heresy of perfection

Shadow Dream

A trail of fiery tears fill my every breath

Ephemeral footprints constrict my soul

The whispers of your touch taste of unfulfilled promise

The sweet harmony of your existance and reality

To my heart's mind a discordant profane note

Your breath, a siren song

A comforting lullaby

A battle cry flung against the void

I let myself succumb to your music

Only

I am the truth

the sun that illuminates our earth

the smile that warms your heart

the laughter that nourishes your soul

and yet….

With no lies the truth is meaningless

With no moon the sun is a blight

With no tears a smile is empty

And sorrow makes laughter all the sweeter

My Truth longs for falsehood

My sun for dusk

My smile for the salty catharsis of tears

I am..…..alone

Quiet Reflection

I sit here waiting for a perfect springtime bloom

As the seasons ebb and flow your illusive light teases at the heart of my darkness

A faint memory of your infinite joy seduces the edges of my consciousness

Thoughts of unearthing your heavenly being consume me

And yet I cannot find you…..

What illusive perfection is this that cannot be fathomed?

Can the crude shadow I project on the wall of my reality truly capture your essence?

Do I presume too greatly in defining your spritely beauty?

Were you abloom in my presence

Would I be so crass and assuming as to be oblivious to your transcendence

Or Confine you instead as a nameless barbed rose

to be scorned, maligned and robbed of your air of sweetness

Flaunted in your beauty to appease my vanity

then forgotten like an inconvenient fantasy

which quickly fades like many a ripple on a moonlit pond

these ghosts of imperfection that haunt me cast an eerie reflection

a watery distortion in which my visage stares back at me through your eyes

Fog of Humanity

Were I lying broken at your feet
would you give me the precious breath of time?
Would you keep my shrunken shadow bathed in your heart's light?
am I a priceless piece in the tapestry of your being
or.......a rather profane lie that rears its darkness with empty smiles and hollow sentiment
would you step over my shame as I beseeched kindness
A weakening strangled voice calling out names i thought you may remember
Friend.......Brother........Sister...........
Would the deafening echoes be my only solace?

Passion

Is this love?
As I lay here temple laid bare for your eyes
Vulnerable to your touch
unable to breathe as your essence permeates my existance
Portals to your soul open
......and yet I remain unseeing
the Song of your smile and sorrows remains silent
unthinking thoughts of desire
climb distant peaks leaving doubt behind
lighting quick I ...am lost in we
our wholes halved in an effort to be complete
then quickened pulses cool and peaks descend
we becomes me and us becomes you
portals close and songs remain unsung
I lay here nakedbefore my thoughts
Is this freedom?

Visceral Bliss

Engaged….heated visceral conflict
Our breath comes in short quick sighs
Lungs fight to possess vitality
Hearts pulse with life’s urgency and frantic purpose
What purposeful terror is this that clutches us?
Pursued by the wrath of a mad spirit
In the aftermath, perspiration……. our pulse still races
A lingering scent of deadly beauty caresses our thoughts
Soft viscous silhouettes etched permanently in shared memory
Mouths dry and lacking words to describe our tormenter
And then……thoughtless cardiac bliss
Endless mortality

Mother Time

WE BEGAN AS THE BEST OF FRIENDS

OUR FUTURE INTERTWINED FOR AN ETERNITY

MY FEATURES A REFLECTION OF OUR SOFT REALITY

MY INNOCENT EYES SHADED BY THE ROSY LENSES OF YOUR LOVE

WITH THE WAX AND WANE OF SEASONS WE CHANGED BEFORE EACH OTHERS EYES

AS MY APPRECIATION OF OUR EVERY MOMENT TOGETHER BLOOMED YOU SEEMINGLY FORSOOK OUR LOVE

AS I YEARNED TO HOLD YOU FROZEN IN MY ARMS AND SHARE THE SAME LOVE WE ONCE SHARED
......MY FEELINGS WERE UNREQUITED

YEARNING TO REVIVE OUR FADED GLORY AND IN RETURN............ RECIEVING NOTHING

GONE LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT LEAVING A SMOTHERING SILENCE.... BROKEN ONLY BY WHISPERS ON A BREEZE OF WHAT ONCE WAS

MY ONCE SOFT FEATURES NOW CHISELED INTO SEVERE MEMOIRS

AND YET ......STILL YOU LEND ME A POISE AND GRACE WHICH BAFFLES THE SEEMING IMPENDING DECREPITUDE OF OUR RELATION

YOUR LESSONS SUCCOR THE DEPTHS OF MY HUMANITY

UNENCUMBERED SENSES WITH BUT A FAINT ANACHRONISTIC ROSEY SCENT ILLUMINE BEING IN VERITY

IN THE WISE FINALITY OF OUR MORTAL EMBRACE I EXHALE AN ENLIGHTENED SIGH

WE ARE THE EMMINENCE OF EXISTANCE

Icy Fortress

To the world my head stays high
Battered by life and left for dead
Hopeful eyes ever look to the dark night sky
I am a fortress unassailable by the troubles of man
Inhumane stoic, bred by frigid existence
Cold forbidding solitary stone
Denying asylum to strangers in the night
Away from superfluous being
Away from the minute cracks lining the icy façade
The tiniest glimmers of humanity and weakness
I am a fortress unassailable by the warmth of man
Windows to the soul fogged with unshed tears
Resolutely upward gazing in hopes of basking in one sweet sunrise

Redundant Shouting Whisper

I am a poet! I scream in a muted voice

I lash together recalcitrant letters attempting to bare my humanity

I scream as loud as humanly possible into howling gusts of wind hoping they will carry my gospel to hearing ears

I avoid the chilling truth that... despite my hoarse throat and ragged soul.. My words have met oblivion

A poet whose words stare into the abyss

Lighthouse

From my lofty solitary perspective from a mist shrouded beacon I wonder

When my eyes close.... in these fleeting moments, does the spark i see in the world momentarily wink out of existence..

There is no one to hear the beauty which my soul etches on my mind eye

Will I forever be the cold flickering light breathing warmth and hope into travelers in the night

With only callous waves to reach my rocky shore

A proud towering lone regent perusing my domain

Possessing with my gaze the earth, seas and stars

A melancholy kingdom to behold with naught but a soul weary citizen

Gargoyle

Here I sit perched atop passersby

The world moves like a blur around me

I sit pensive and stoic in spite of life

My frozen expressions scream as though they long to join the colorful blur

My hideous countenance turn all but the most observant eyes away

Hidden, my glorious spirit still lives