I crash into your eyes cold as ice
I am deep inside them
I love you, man
Lay me down on the floor
Make me want you more
I can't calm down without
hearing what you want to do with
my hips moving around

The way I see the love in your moves
They way you are whispering
I can't refuse
This is my realest fiction
Like sweet addiction
I never want to be healed

A smile so tiny.
A glance so quick.
My heart just skipped a beat.

It has always been a race,
since the time of birth,
the fight between Good and Evil,
on our planet Earth;
The fight rages on,
everywhere each day,
and it is anyone's guess,
who will have its final say.

I am surrounded,
by people close to death,
waiting to be reaped,
and a young woman sings,
a song, none of them knows,
and their dance, is long gone,
for this might be, their last song

Trust is earned slowly,
Over the course of one's life,
But lost in an instant.


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Innumerable . . . stars are
countless joys so immeasurably far
laughter . . . shimmering silently
or lamenting twinkling tears

mysterious messengers fluoresce
what wonders are wrought . . . so wordless
in spiral formulae undiscovered
inscribed by ancient seers

a murmuring quiescence pulsates
to a childlike sorrowful  plea
eternity pauses to listen
to a prayer . . . from Gethsemane


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Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Everyday a soul is lost

Souls of love
Souls of lust
Souls on endearment
Souls of trust

Souls full of knowledge
Leave people like us
With questions unanswered
And feelings unmastered

The void of their absence
Still lingers with longing
Tear drops of silence
will forever keep falling.