calm the beautiful blue mornings, green calm growing pastures
I meditate passionately viewing, white visions floating on
until some afternoons, on a horizon unexpectantly, out of the prettiest
cyan grows grey storms.
Heat builds, rises rapidly condensing moisture,  particles charge,
cyan dims to black; the world arises angrily.
Me and the sun hide hidden, the dark horizon growls. Flashes,
and thunder roils on awakening fears.
When she calms down, I meekly peek again, see a peaceful cloud and cyan
calmness.
Summer calm   blue green.
Red blonde clouds blowing free.
Again.

it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when(being fool to fancy)i have deemed

with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds

the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always)and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;

moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination, when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:

one pierced moment whiter than the rest

—turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.

I don't know you
But you dance and you sing.

I don't know you
But you loved poetry.

I don't know you
But you weighed 43.

I don't know you
But size 4, that's your feet.

I don't know you
But your height, is it 5'?

I don't know you
But you were born on december 8.

I don't know you
But i think your waist is 28.

I don't know you
But you had secrets that I kept.

"I don't know you,
I really don't."

That's what I said,
you said you'd believed me though.

I don't know you,
But something tells me

You already know,
That i really do.

What man has made of man,
Is the weeping snow reviling its pompous cry,
What man has made of man,
Is the unwanted dandelion left for wishes to die.

You see now, what man has made of man
Is not what God wanted,
For our souls have absconded,
To be forever daunted.

Silly you not rectified!
Those rose colored glasses won't last forever,
As for us who access our beautiful, hoodwinked temptation,
We stay fated to see salvation never.

In this case of reality on the precipice,
The money in your hand weighs nothing.
For you'd think what man has made of man,
Should be worth something.

~

Within the raindrops calling,
to believe this message true
Now drenching from the skies above,
my every dream of you

To carry me along my way,
wherever I may go
Clouds may gather overhead,
still I love you so

The sun has gone to hiding,
I stand here unafraid
For love shall paint this dreary view
and bring it back today

No matter what the weather
I dance among the rain
As hours turn to minutes,
to hold you close again

I splash amongst the puddles
which form along the street
I swim in the affection of
this love you send to me

Now shouting to the heavens
between the drops above
Bring upon me what you will
for I have found her love

Lightning bolts nor thunder
shall my heart deter
Living for each moment
I now spend with her

So bring your scattered showers,
your wind so laced with chill
For her love lives within my heart
and it forever will

What use is it truly
To Wallow in dusty Words?
******* up those grey Clouds of Skin
Stuck upon those anachronistic Syllables
Lifting those Sounds upon your Tongue
And heaving them artlessly into the Air
To leave Brows Knitted
And Bowels Trembling
With confused Shock upon their Cheeks
From the hearing.

These are not Those without Whose would not be Could
Ever since you had that Choice
A Thing you should not have been given
And should not be given again.

A ******* sweater
as snug as my hands would be
upon your curving *******
and down across your belly
Resting on your luxurious hips
As I slip around you
to find the small of your back
My fingers only hinting on your ***
Sliding up your back
Clutching your shoulders
Kissing your collarbone.