That thing that joins me to all others
By some hidden geometry
Mothers, fathers,sisters,brothers
Are all a part of me
Like a moistened round of earthly clay
Waiting for my knife
I Invite imagination out to play
And mould my perfect life
The secret blueprints which I keep
Secure inside my mind
I dream them to be before I sleep
And when I awake I find
That they have come to pass
It's no surprise to me
For thoughts and wishes carry mass
In the land of what will be.
Where the clay twists into something real
Whatever I demand
As it turns upon my potters wheel
Moulded by my hands
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 4:47 AM UTC
We walk the floor to sarabande
Bare hand touching glove
While gliding past like two crosswinds
Choreographed by love
Round and round the maple floor
This ballroom of romance
The ****** sensuous magic
Of this periodic dance
The wondrous thoughts of what might be
The four four beat of hope
The interwoven bonds of fate bound by cupid's rope
My silent passion eats at me
This long shot possibility
Swaddled in a timeless shawl
Like a naked helpless child of fate
She throws sad caution to the wind
Who runs before they crawl?
We twist and laugh and share and scream
Against the massive odds
And leave the outcome of this dance
In the hands of makeshift gods
The crescendo beating in same time
With a heart so filled with hope
That any moment might explode
And blood soak all who try
To woo the heart of innocence
In this world of succubi
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 3:55 AM UTC
Inside my mind I found a place
Of solitude and saving grace
And here I sing and laugh and dance
And burst the bonds of circumstance
That tie me to those old worn ways
A time of doubt much different days
One book sits proud upon a shelf
Its all I need to teach myself
Each page so eager to disperse
The secrets of my universe
My desperate need to truly learn
How fundamental laws discern
To help me pass this place I've reached
I'm now the preacher and the preached
The time lost searching is time well spent
Its like hide and seek enlightenment
chasing tails to catch a blast
That I am chasing forward to the past
Awareness that I'm looking back
Has put me on the proper track
Allowing me to rearrange
The things I thought too late to change
And repay debts of gratitude
With promises of solitude
Of peace and warmth and fuzzy love
Protected by a lone white dove
A fearless place where none will fall
My greatest wish for one and all
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 3:56 AM UTC