from with in the
wafting breeze
that scent of spring
the one that takes
your breath away
that one that has you
stopping to inhale
ever so slowly
enjoying each passing
second deeper and deeper
until you must exhale
and inhale again savoring
each moment as the mine
searches through countless
scented archives
of those moments of shared
bliss from ages long past
and faces all but forgotten
as memories unfurl in
wafts of passing lyric’s
as the music plays on
through all those forgotten
scenes emerge upon
closed eyelids
a glass wine sitting on a table
a candle flame reflecting on
a bottle of wine, flickering
to the movement of dancing
the mine struggling to hold back
those memories best forgotten
as the breeze wafts again and
that scent spring begins to renew
as the mine drifts along lost in
eons of scented archives
Apr 20, 2011
Apr 20, 2011 at 7:36 AM UTC
the wind came by today
it wanted to play
seizing the leaves
rolling them here and there
spiraling Heaven ward
gracefully dancing
soaring in the race
free falling long and slow
the wind came by today
it wanted to play
harder now then when
it broke the limbs
tantrum all abound
throwing things
in fits of rage
the wind came by today
it wanted to play
gentler now then when
softly caressing
the bumps it brought
shiverings up then down
the wind came by today
it wanted to play
soothing now then when
carrying warmth
inviting depths
expanding evermore
the wind came by today
it wanted to play
bored with me
waving as it went away
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 6:48 AM UTC
cometh darkness thou waith
thy dance thou dos't do
avialath thou thy cometh
beginst thine fervor
thou blot
thine morrow's mist
ast thou ensue thine ubiety
whist thou educe
thine loveth hence
thine beauty kisseth
thy lambent duskness
cometh darkness thou waith
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 6:48 AM UTC
with in your words
your hidden screams
all crying outward
the shattered dreams
and empty promise's
a distant presence
of bitten tongues
and counts of ten
the taken breaths
children rushed out
battered and bruised
and hidden scars
angry souls loved
amidst blamed self's
I should have lies
your all alike
till eyes align
as pheromones release
once again lies
your stanzas repeat
more tears on a pillow
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 6:48 AM UTC
As if with His breath
He blew across the
face of the earth and
sent clouds scurrying
towards the West
As if with His mighty
hand in the upper
Heavens He cleared the
sky as the clouds moved
ever faster towards the East
As the Sun rose the
birds sang praises for
the beauty of this fall
morning growing cloud
less in a pinking sky
The ferns dance gracefully
in the shadows to a
rhythm in the breeze
A set of yellow wings perform
the nectar dance in the warming
sun as the shadows creep across
the grass the fern dance in the
shadows and yearn the warmth
from an ever shrinking fall Sun
New shoots rising from needles
and leaves as they roots move
silently under the decaying life
an orange flutter by did his
nectar dance as a blue dragon
sips nectar from a fading blue and
purple bloom's swaying the breeze
Graceful forms emerge held in pose
as there leaves do a free fall and
the branches move less with each
breeze a bird sings of love and the
beauty of his life, in the changing colors
And the food our Lord provided him
and his mate an enticing ballad of
love and admiration as the sounds
of children laughing in the distance
carries in the breeze and the warmth
of the Sunrises to a sweat
Tis the time when Ginger blooms
and it's white petals dance in the wind
as erotica flows into the minds men
amidst the yearn to snuggle as the
nights grow long and cool and the
pleasures of the night seep into
their hearts and souls
Orange globs with painted faces
dots the door steps with candied
thoughts dwell where fear once slept
as the greens fade in the setting sun
and the circle of life creeps into night
an ****** scents pass in days and
onto necks those fragrant spots
as the fern flickers in the breeze.
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 6:47 AM UTC
In the meandering of time
when heart’s break
the Angel’s cry
and the rain’s fall
In the meandering of time
when sorrow comes
as prayer’s be heard
tear’s still flow
In the meandering of time
heart’s will mend
as sorrow’s pass
and skies now blue
In the meandering of time
memories remain
hurt’s make pain
scar’s never leave
In the meandering of time
for one feel’s the other
the burdens now shared
as the empath lingers
alone and scared
In the meandering of time
with love comes tears
not all of joy
for sorrow’s return
on day’s less blue
as weight’s come off
and ease be free
In the meandering of time
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 6:46 AM UTC