it gave the impression: sudden aggressive
butterfly booming iridescent fluttering river
rainbow raw god rough glittering eye lids
hot tremoring air. constant blaring.

drown drown lovely staccato cacophony
beat swirling violence electric ***
rains off sudor soaked cotton skinned
burnished bodies ill-lucid contracting
senseless sensual pit decadent children

                 (in all this sticky love: truth is cleanly executed)

i
sweetlycrimson those
             c
            h
              e
            e
              k
            s
of a porcelain daughter
              h
               a
              n
               g
               i
               n
             g
in the splendored languor
  of a sugar light
dusting her
  with a powdered kiss
exact t
         e
       a
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s
rivulet down her soft landscape
           i give my
sinew strewn arms to a clutch
about her gentle a
                                 r
                                   c
                                  s
as her quavering tremble
gasps

a

broken

few can understand
the way the sun shifts
its eager bones
under the touch of night
painting his collar
with soft purples

rapt in this twaining
betwixt illumination
a sultry nightmare
made a whoreish
grin

Beginning needs end, yet no end in sight.
                     For journeys of this sort, end not tonight.
Demons tromp round the room ere I be,
Yearn I do for days set free.
For hide I not the depths I've dove,
                  nor hate the road upon which I drove.
The angels and demons led me thus far,
                                    leaving behind a memorable scar.
                                                   Gnashing teeth and fiery swords
             Battles wage between the hordes
                           Spirits at war demanding this heart,
                                                    End not this day, written from start.
                In darkness I walk in search of light,
                                                 And at son’s rise I seek the night
                                                        Both sides call like Sirens song
                                                                 Confused I am to whom I belong.
                                                     Sway I do like the sea
                                               To and fro which side to be.
With smiles ajoy I choose now this day,
                     To join the heavens at this game they play.
                                            I thank thee my Lord for the battles you wage,
                                       Defending this pawn through out the age.
Cannons thunder and demons dost fall,
                          Lord I fight this day for thy call.
                                       Force me this day this decision to stand,
  Take this heart for what you’ve planned.

When the rain’s pourin’ down and you’re soaking wet

I’ll be there with an umbrella

When everyone close deserts you

I’ll be there by your side

When you’re inside a burning building

I’ll be there with a garden hose

When you feel the mountain crumbling at your feet

I’ll be there with a bridge

When you’re lost

I’ll be there with a map

And when all else fails

I’ll be there with a llama

just like the midnight lark I rise each midnightto listen in delight to the sound   that I have grown to love.
for her words have grown on me intertwined inside my memories.
every night I need her voice to set the moment right.
just like the lark I am a servant of the sky bound toroam across my dreams.Her song intones me.
I am stronger than the leaves.
in a stiff summer breeze.
sweet harmony be my guide and lead me to the other side.my passage has been paid by the dreams before I’ve laid.but do not be affright, I dreamt of you tonight.
so sing me lullabies from you perch up in the skyand I’ll dream a dream so true, and I’ll only dream of you.that I’ll wake amidst the nightwondering why you’re not by my side.then I’ll heave a heavy sigh as my ears have been trained to find,your fervent song that forever keeps me hanging onto the last few precious moments, of a night that creeps along.so,  sing me a song o’ black ruby of the night.draw your inspiration amongst the starlit night.for dreams do come true as dreamers often pray,but on an on another day.  good bird I do praythat God will bless your wings, for without your holy sound my life would come unwound.  o’ poet of the treesyour verse sedates my mind to a gentle ease.in mediation ‘tis true that all I hear is you.o’ poet of the skies and singer of lullabies,
I dream dreams so true of me and of you- .  allow me to be frankof hiker of the leaves,  and drifter of the trees,may you play for mea song so seldom sung to the silver sliver stuck above.I’ve fashioned a dream today of which I wish to playbut I have no melody to accompany my fantasy.so songbird of the night, sing me a song so rightand let your symphony surprise the stillness of the night. in these words I trust you’ll forever know my loveas strong as the rushing tide pulled from the silver disc above.black ruby of the night like a thief you stole my heart,ransom off my being but keep my soul intact, this is all I ask.first sound I fell in love with your evanescence glowthat radiates to me as roses attract bees.your bittersweet melody invigorates my being.wind comes to tear the leaves from ceiling treesbut the roots hold fast and the leaves survive and my soul has crossed the tide.to dream a dream so true as dreamers often liein bunks made of trees to slumber through the tide. in your song I am free to think,I am firm in my beliefs,I am stronger than the leaves.2005-

Walk the earth
Tickle bones
The perfect place
To call your home

Crumpled dirt
On my sheets
Pulling out
My endless teeth

Laying in a field of wheat
Reach my hand
To **** the ****

Starry heavens
Far away
Never leaving
Never stay

Face down
In ***** dirt
Breath the dust
**** the hurt

rainbow hand dance fingerless; you child of
erudite bearing archaic
on slippery shoulder
cry's the saffron
star, as the day makes a frail swipe at nights skirt
envelops the granite teeth sifting
cosmic ash drifiting
in from a chronic
melodically surfing the gossamer
plait of that
milkiest

                                  
                                  
                        
                              
                                                            alone's

did the sun visit the cold shores of some daughters shimmering eyelids that held her in such perfect contempt.

O, sweet child your arrogance is the flavor of god.

(but shall not those fearful minutes
;bleeding from times slashed wrist;
splashing hot seconds over a dusty yellow)

that dangerous womb of light
birthed a frigid nothing
as my fingers slip on my buttons
trying to shield my pink
edifice from chastising
breezes briskly beating
a lonely melody
on the loose weave
of times
everflowing
river riven
plait

protect thee
thy woolen
encumbrance
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