She belted out
the edgy
slick-vocals,
called them,
said you would see,
morning
maniac music.

Grace exploded,
covered the gray-skies
with a kaleidoscope of love,
the vibe was simply magical,
everybody wanted somebody.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_gg6JNLtXI

You are surely an angel
sent to me from
the great Heavens above.
My imagination ran wild,
this loving-mind wandered
over the hottest images of you,
lying here with me
in your lady-splendor,
your wings folded under.

I inhaled your sweet scent,
my slow kisses
tasted your pearly-skin,
these tender-teeth nibbled
& gently pulled
your most sensitive spots.

My wet lips met yours,
tasted your ripened-fruit,
while these fingers
worked melodic
circular-magic,
you covered me
with your
bountiful succulence,
fulfilling me,
satisfying
my pure
angelic
dreams of you.

Sitting on a partially
sunken Chestnut trunk,
I sat mesmerized,
listening to the babbling brook
gurgle between granite steps.

Strange sensations swept
over my body as I heard
the hypnotic tunes
of the wood spirits,
playing their melodious
mountain tunes.

Everything seemed
in perfect order,
to be dancing
to the magical
waves of ethereal
zephyr-notes.

I watched water bugs
skate on the glass surface,
miss spider spun her web
through glints of sunlight,
in the distance,
I heard the crows
fighting jays.

It was a beautiful day,
when minutes seem like hours,
when you feel alive,
the power of the forest gods.

The crazy world moves in nanoseconds,
mountains, terabytes of nonsense
move at supersonic speeds
along the info-highway,
traded between
infinite faceless entities.

What of our raw emotions,
those fleshly feelings,
the electrical synapses’
causing such great commotion,
stirring the wildest imaginations!

And who really reads philosophy anymore,
what person respects the words of a poet
when it seems to be all about the net these days?
For after all, everything you read there
is surely the gospel-awful-truth,
such total madness
exploded into a billion+ clusters,
cataloged into whatever floats
our boats.

It seems the real world is sinking
into advanced technologies,
synthetic pied pipers ply us
with their artificial intelligence,
humming dangerous notes that taste metallic,
with everything made somewhere else.

O human-kind,
my kindred,
please tell me,
where are the true artisans,
where are the keepers of the authentic minds,
where are the hopeless romantics with beating hearts?

Where are they?

I met a carny yesterday,
said he just got back from
a long stay at Guantanamo Bay,
that water-boarding didn't hurt
as long they used warm water.

That guy was a card,
but I wasn't buying
what he told me,
I ain't no mark.

Oh, she knew exactly what she was doing,
******* around with my good nature.
I mean I didn’t fall off the turnip truck yesterday,
but I didn’t think she’d break my heart like that either.

Oh sure, she used all the perfect words,
knew just what to say, to make me fall.
And when I fall, I fall hard & deep.

Oh well, I guess it’s my own fault,
but I can’t change the way I’m wired.
It’s this passion thing that
makes me see the best
in everything.
Even in hot calculating women.

Oh it’s crazy how
I’m wise to those tricks
& I still get taken,
trusting in some like that,
all alone & brokenhearted.

Alone in the wee hours,
you came to me
in a hot-vision.

Breathless,
I held you up
in the sacred-place,
where you
always seem to unwind.
I could feel
your reckless abandon,
your body shaking,
rocking to the beat
of our intimate-union.

There's such genuine bliss
when you kiss me like that
screaming desire.

O your firm rock-tips
burned with satisfaction
above me!

Squirming in
another state of mind,
you covered
my smiling face with
your warm flood,
flowing,
cascading
your succulent
lady-spirit,
so primal,
so delicious,
your truest self.

O you see sweet darling,
I swallowed your heart
from a million miles away!

You made
my secret wishes,
my wanton
dreams in space,
come true again.

And here
I am glowing!

I love my early morning hikes
in the Georgian-woods,
where alone
I glide along,
my feet carrying me
through the zephyr-mists,
upward on the granite stairway
into the disappearing stars
& onto the bald-summit.

Happily,
I stand exposed
on another sacred-peak,
one of God's gifts
for wayward hikers,
smiling.