Sound is a vibration
and so are my thoughts.
Be still
and I will hear the beat of Earth's frequency.

Let me become perfect,
when my intentions and devotion echoes
with the intentions and devotion
of the Universe.

© Bellabloom

THE GREAT FALL

With one step closer
I'm further away
Familiar becomes stranger
The more I need to say

Words hold the memories
Time steals youth
But I can't react
Bones grow stronger with time

Climb this mountain
Don't look down
The Sea is deeper
You'll drown

With one step further
The climb grows steeper
And dreams seem farther
This fight needs time to fall

Climb this mountain
Don't look down dear
The Sea is deeper
You'll drown

One foot closer
Or the great fall down
I choose forward
I will carry the crown

I am enamoured
with your beauty,
with your incredible heart,
with your hot flesh.
I am in awe
over your intelligent mind
and in the way your mouth forms
to pronounce
I am in love
with every atom and chromosome,
with every folicle
and with each pore
I am devoted to you
as a soldier to his country

My heart is the Atlantic
or any great body
a balance of storm and calm sea
My love is a warm breath of wind
that shakes at the bounty of your tree
My love is a root of May seed and sod
the blood of bud and Autumns bloom
My love is midnight's lamp
a light beam of noon sun
hunting for you
My love is a harvest
the heart in your hot mouth
My love is a satellite
among the constellations of the south
My love is a fire
of kissed limbs and sapless spine
the feverish red beginnings of you and I
My love is gospel truth
in its white-topaz chapel of amber and gold
My love is of Earth's perfume
and oceans song
born from beauty's ethereal mold

Desperate friend, you've come again
with weight and wintry wind
With each new day
the warmth slips away
Autumns closing in
September sheds her tapestries
of jewels, moss and vine
Underneath her Earth exposed
to fishbone roots and toothpick pines
A phantom with penalty
white lines, white light, white lies
Slaughtering the last breath of hope
for one more Summers night
A somber ode to Winters fate
In a polar prison the soldier waits
One more night closing in
the good ones sleep
the bad ones sin
Autumns closing in
Northern star, midnight moon
dearest friend, faithful bloom
Become the light we desperately need
Oh restless mind, plant your seed
little by little

Upon this great Celestial sphere                                            
the dance of spirit
the song of zeal
below the molecule and the gas
lay the lucid immaculate mass                                                                      

Defectless sire of Utopian fire
feed the hunger
drown the ire

Flood the fields of raptures thirst
Sun and Moon now feed earth
of sapphire sod
wet like birth
dye of forest and mirth

Star of lovers
flame of light
desired desires
dreams take flight

We, the stargazers/the castle-builders
the love grazers
wanton, wistful and wild
eager hands and fingers grasp
behave hungry child

Venus and Adonis
glorious zealots
please show us the way

Between you and I
and of dusk and day
a flight of earthly play
Atlantis for the romantic
through love is how we pay

Let off the debt from yesterday
when you and I were (loves) virgins
lily white and yearning
dewy-eyed and callow
naive to the frailty of
We the tender footed
heart bruised and marked
breakneck blows from a fast hand
double-quick, posthaste
Remedy the wound
let growth be the antidote                                                         ­                         
satiate the womb
with golden spirit

I've seen too many faces
but none I've recognized
it's this constant
lingering depression
that confines and redefines
screaming for a savior
the guilt invades instead
cursing out the voices
deep inside my head
I'd play this broken record
but it lies somewhat abused
never really noticed
it remains used and bruised
I try to get away
as my phone keeps on ringing
and the pain that I'm feeling
are the words that you're bringing
you tell me not to worry
but the worries in my heart
this darkness overwhelms me
it's weak I play the part
time is standing still
as I call for something more
but my hand is paralyzed
as I'm reaching for the door
so I turn and walk away
disappointed from the truth
waiting is my downfall
as I wait for something new
I slip to the rain
through the fog through the clouds
a ghost to my secrets
through the days I have found
nothing can compare                                                  
to these words that I'm living
the days that are dying
are the deaths that are giving

I remember your lips and your sonnet
and a perfect sunrise alive early hour
I remember our nights
and the long hours kept
glances here and over the shoulder
I remember you reaching over
gently grasping my hand
The hold of strong iron
with the sweat of my land

It was like a fast train
a transparent boxer with a heavy hit
I try to keep my footing through its mighty solid fit
I love you
and I have loved you
for so long dear
Come to my side and be my witness

Days speed
and all of my pain, another tattoo
a reminder of when I was with you
I blanket myself with dreams
it was rich for awhile
Days slept too long
and the threads became undone
A nightmare followed
close by as a spy
I've walked around this place a thousand times
prison steps from yesterday
the wood has softened

I bow my head
to see your face
another tear
my eyes trace
outline to shadow
I close my eyes
and hope for sound
to pull from you
to heal from you

We never part with words
just hunger

Today, I will tell you that I'm lucky
I've got an angel on my right
and you on my left
I see your eyes, like diamonds,
follow through the white-hot steam on tenuous glass
I place my finger on the same line you started
repeat the movement
and trace back my name

Your breath is heavy
your pulse of heart rhythmic with mine
In unison we are alive


"In Sympathy In Existence"

(c)April 18, 2008, Bellabloom,
and its affiliates and assigns and licencors
All rights reserved

I wake today
with the strength of heaven
at my bedside
with the light of the sunrise
tapping my window
and shattering out to colors
the dance of dusk and dawn
I wake with the pulse of nature
at my toes
Earth begins to soften
and seed begins to stir

My body is the depth of sea
heavy, steady and rooted
This fragile creation
a matriarch thrown
my gentle bed
Steadiness of soil
wet grass and burning leaves
over naked flesh
like spider webs on fish bones
The solidity of rock
where I lay my head
anchored and grounded

Outside the beast and the chattering crow
both alive with song
The spirits of the mountains
their roots are deep
I pierce the air
and watch them dance
from flat to peak
to a red and purple sunset
let my tired eyes seak

I arise today
Through God’s strength to fuel me
God’s wisdom to guide me
God’s hand to guard me
Alone or in a multitude
an armor to shield me from injury


"May Queen"
(c) Mar 17, 2008, Bellabloom
and its affiliates and assigns and licensors
All rights reserved

When our night soon devours
I give to you and into hours
Honey sweet Nectar Dew
Gift of flesh Forbidden fruit
Nourishment Rooted like tree
Drink of sweat A Golden sea
Fever rich Night drunk
Parting limbs Anchor sunk
Pleasure pours From thy tongue
Until our rise Unruly sun



©BellaBloom

Lips wild honeyed and rich
swallow this ocean down
until our bed is of desert
We'll find our space
between rock and under

One eye of Apollo
and the other of Luna
Between the two your pearly blue
I am bronzed luminescent and heavy

Wild eyed and thirsty
I look to my palms
steady and solid
a platform
an oasis
where two dragonflies careen
mid air on wing

I free my carry
this castle in air
my heavy heart
I give to you
without let
ever and again


"Waking Up Fingers"
(c) Nov 25, 2007, Bellabloom,
and its affiliates and assigns and licensors
All rights reserved

And when your day expose to test,
Come home to where your soul can rest
Darling come home

The night lit up by lovers yearn
wet lips taught
breathed an impassioned nocturne
The winds lament
swells the air
milk dampened with opaline tears
the sweat on flesh and fear
High as the rising tide
with might and main
with lust and claim
one slow kiss at a time
Fingers on flesh,
tracing my heart in hand
languished and bracing
In your eyes I am mirrored pallid
these naked gentle bones
back arched,
arms outstretched
innocense exposed

My lovers heart beats devoted
his pulse of heat is mine the same
two bodies embraced
my skin of silk his body drapes
This passionate heart,
his native drum
with every beat a roaring thunder runs
My eyes are of twilight and dawn
jewels your fingers give to me
flowering and brown
wild as the forest
calm as meadow
both dance,
my dearest fortune dances voluptuously on my belly

My body yearns
entranced with every breath
the rise and fall from his two iron gates
my fingers fleet to caress
Arms like veins up along my thighs
make me weak at the knees
as I fall into your sea
great body of beauty
wash over me
Come to my mouth
sweet, perfumed tongue
where my lips pour sweet wine
and drink my breath of infinite kisses
I am his queen
His body lapped over me
as if he was caressing his own white casket

Vagabonds enslaved to this beauty
Reckless creatures



"Your Gaze, Your Mouth, Your Foot, Opens Door",
(c) Jul 19, 2008 , Bellabloom, and its affiliates and assigns and licencors
All rights reserved

I know desire
desert of pyre
sister to this fire within
Amidst you and I
love drunken high
a savage gale begins
With angst respire
and lusts arrest
in the eleventh hour
down to rest
To my crippled hand
and weighted tongue
the fray begun
the sting has stung
To thirst and hunger
impassioned tease
encompass me
with an  ardent seize

In all that is left
one seed and sweat
desire shall feed again

Songbirds chatter
a joyous hymn
their chorus lull
from hours in
their song of flight
now replaced
with insects hum
and good nights grace
heavy long emerald grain
bow and lap
from dewy weight
horizon lit
crimson hue
day star settles
to western blues
mornings charm
time is treasure
the Golden Hour
evenings pleasure

I have to tell you girl
you're tempting
like that bowl of sweets
gramma lay down
You're the mystery
in the foil
and I wanna taste
I could put you in words
I can paint you with my fingertips
smear the red of those lips
with my tongue
Wanna run my hand
down the warmth of your curves
down all 6 ft. of you
Wrap my fingers through your hair
that platinum blonde
pull you in
You wanna know love?
I'll come up for a kiss
and show you
Gonna bite the bottom
of those suckable wet lips
taste your sugar
The soft of my skin
my ******* resting on your smooth
from your toes to your hips
Gonna swallow like fine wine
Oh passion lust desire
You could have me
All of me

copyright 2005 Bellabloom

I LOVE YOU, HE SAYS
LIKE A TWIST ON A DRY MARTINI
LIKE A GEM ON TIRED SANDS IN NEVADA
I LOVE YOU
HE THROWS HIS WORDS
LIKE HE THROWS HIS TONGUE
DELICATE YET TRAPPING
SOPHISTICATED YET PRESERVED
I GIVE IN
FOR THE SIMPLE PLEASURE
TO GET OFF
BECAUSE IN SOME HEIGHTENED FORM
I'M GETTING OFF
ON YOUR SIMPLE WORDS
ON YOUR SEARCHING SOUL
AND ON YOUR SWEET BROWN EYES
I'M GETTING OFF

Bellabloom
Co.2000
London ghetto poets

To My Piano...

I spill out the good tunes
high octaves and silence
the silence not even Brahms
can play out
two sharps one flat
crossover crossover
do you hear the sadness
tremble the pain roar
I feel it
I feel it
steady on the pedal
wandering hands
my eyes skip a beat
putting these keys
to such warmth
push the words
to melody
my unforgiving chant
I want to crawl
slither up your spine
can you feel me
can you hear me
because I sing for you

co. 1999 Bellabloom
Apr 16, 2005, 6:02:44 PM

I love you
but my words shall speak silent
I see you beautiful and flawless
I feel you
heartfelt, profound
and deeply
I need you
your rapture, your mirth
and your bliss
I love you
But I like a craven
shall mask

co.2004 Bellabloom

On a beautiful autumn morning,
she wears RouRou
Chinese delights.
impossible hair by Tetsu,
court wigs and military dolls.
street walk the catwalk.
fashion flown.
Takeshita Street in Harajuku.
cross cultural synthesis.
a full spectrum of colours.
urban purity.unmistakable.
haute-couture
a balanced fusion
of reality and dream.

I left 2 months ago.
October 7.
It was late.
I wore boots.
I had 23 glasses of water.
Rid the tears, tiny blue tears.
Swallow.

I went with the women who wear their hair back with pins
and drink wine with dinner.
Bed time 8pm.
Prayer 6am.
Soul searching for big answers.

I was sent on a job by a note in the mail,
delivered to secret agent M.
It was a take down.
It took 14 days.

I was driven home late last night
by a man who spoke poor English and lousier Spanish.
I chipped off the pink and plan on recoloring tomorrow.
The next question, what color.

I circle in dark red the ad in the local.
"Hiring Spies."

I start again....

  but this time with a new name.