My Pisces lover
Written by
Jude Kyrie

*when he lay beside me
in the ink of dreamy
nighttime poems.
I could hear the peaceful
Waters of lazy
mountain streams.

or the cry of a dolphin
far far away in the guiding
light of the sea.

Even his dreams
sparkled with sunbeams.
and the whispers of oceans.

His breathing in his sleep
sang lullabies from
a dreamy river bank.

And when he touched
me with his fingertips.
it spoke in a language
that needed no words.
But with the primeval sounds
Of sea creatures.

As we swam in the
deep mystical waters of the
piscean sea.
He held my hand
as we explored the streams
of life. within
the magical realm
of his gentle kingdom.

Jude's rant…. Why sitcoms have ruined our lives.

I am really expletive mad at the networks
all they dish out night after night
is ****** sitcoms that stink worse
than a blocked toilet in an Irish bar
on a Sunday morning.

Have you seen what it takes
to make a twelve season hit sitcom.?
I have spent five minutes writing one.

here it is.
it's called

My husband's a total ******.

Characters
Soulful Simon the husband and father.
he is a cat whipped half excuse of a man
whose job it is to always be ******* up
and to submissively take perma **** from his
****** preachy wife.
Donna

His overbearing wife
who makes a full time career  position
staying at home doing absolutely nothing.
Except over managing her two bratty kids
and think up reasons
to cut down on soulful Simon's
meagre *** diet
which consist of  
Saturday night mercy ***.

Donna is also the disciplinarian handing out
punishments to the bratty kids.
like no iPad for twenty minutes
for calling soulful Simon a worthless ****.

This is the main lesson of the show
but I find it a confusing message
Of
if you tell the ****** truth
you lose your iPad for twenty minutes.

Important character traits in show.

father
A total buffoon and useless idiot
that has no say or power in the house.
in days of yore he would wear Harlequin
suit and have a bell on his cap.

Mother
a nasty passive aggressive *****.
who controls most the money
and all the ***.
She must be smart and always right.
She was only wrong once
that was when she was right
and thought she was wrong.

Children
must act like know it all adults
god knows no one else does.

important notes
the laugh machine
must be packed with
Energizer batteries.
if they fail
then the viewers at home
will find out
no one else is laughing either.

Authors note
This carefully scripted
hit plot for sitcom
copyrighted by Jude Kyrie.

I do not want
to see this on the network
without my
One million Dollar  
per episode stipend.

cc my lawyers
Dewey Screwem and Howe

Lost in the aftermath of heartache.
Changes I did not ask for or want.
You are just a part of the change now.
I still  had pictures of us on the walls.
Held in with colored thumbtacks.
We were drinking flutes of champagne.
At a café by the Seine in Paris.
They are all pictures taken with Kodak film
from a lost long ago time.
But I kept them.
Even after you left me,
I still kept them.
Sometimes,
I pull out an old Vinyl album
Sinatra sings our song,
“The summer wind.”
I dance as though
you are close in my arms.
Yes I am drinking again
why the hell not.
One morning I was lay
at the bottom of the stairs.
A bottle of whisky
spilled all around me.
Our friends found me
They tore down
all my old pictures of us,
and ripped them into pieces.
I had been told you were remarried
to someone other than me.
I threw the torn pictures
into my fireplace.
And lit them using my whisky
as an accelerant.
It should have taught me a life lesson.
That holding onto the past is unhealthy.
But instead I burnt my hands
putting the fire out.
I was not ready
to let them burn to ashes.
Not quite now.
Not just yet.

When Love Walks In and takes you for a spin
By
Jude Kyrie

Even when I was a little boy
in grade school.
I knew what love looked like.
She wore glasses
and had two long pigtails
I carried her books everywhere.
She treated me
like her puppy at home.

In high School
I met love again.
Love  was more like a woman now.
But still a little girl inside.
Her softness was forming.
We looked into
each other's eyes
love and I.
Under starry nights,
And prom dances.
I bought love a corsage
Love kissed me for the first time.


In college, love was a grown woman
Full of ideas and opinions.
Love stopped wearing lipstick.
And started calling men *******.
I said to love I am a man --I think
Love took me to her bed
She said not you the others.
And then left me for another guy.

After college.
I married love she was different
She wanted to build a nest.
Where we could raise a family.
We had three kids love and I.
And I got left behind somehow.
I became the father of loves children.
And loves husband and breadwinner.
A bunch of labels.
Love stopped
seeing me as a man.
I nearly died of loneliness


After the divorce
I was  forty-five.
I found love again.
She was older wiser did not fall for
the cries of men easily.
She took no wooden nickels.
But I loved her .
Love said we do ok for retreads.
I told love she was beautiful
Even when her eyes were red
From crying of her lost love.
Then she wept
perhaps once too often.
And love  left me.


It's been awhile since love left.
But I know she is out there somewhere .
sipping coffee in Starbuck's in Seattle
or
Watching the tree light
in Washington's square.
Or
Sunbathing on a beach in LA.

You see when love left me.
I left the door open.
I whispered softly.
Bye Love, thanks
for coming to see me.
Don't be a  stranger love
come back soon
I love it when you are around.

Nam never left me
It was in my hair.
In my skin.
Like chemicals
you can’t wash off.
At night it sits next to me
as I watch TV.
Even in sleep
It is in my nightmares
Always red always fearful.
Even after all these years
From teenager to old man
It sits at the bottom of my
Bed holding my pills.
But I never look into its eyes.

I never believed in star crossed
It was for handsome movie stars.
Who met flawless ladies
on silver screens.
In truth I always felt love is for
The lucky and the strong.
But not for me.
But sometimes you slip
your hand gently  into mine
and I turn to look at you
In the golden bloom of moonlight.
If you were to ask in such a moment.
Whispering do you love me honey?
I hope you know the answer is yes
Oh yes.
Love until now was blue lagoon
on an uncharted island.
But now I am swimming in blue waters

I think back across the ether of time
measured in long ago faded years.
I think of Mom and Dad
and My older sister.
What I miss about
them is their hands.

Hold my hand
as we cross the road said Mom.
Ride your two wheeler
I will hold the seat
with my hand said dad.
Your hairs a mess let me
give you a hand said my sister.

They are all gone now
Just a bunch of
memories in my heart.
Sometimes they come back
in dreams at all kinds of ages.
Just to pay me visit.

I try to remember they are gone
only here in my dreams
but they are mostly so young
I forget that.
And I think
they are still here.
So much so I forget
to say goodbye
and I love you guys.

Sometimes when I wake up
alone in my bed
after the dream has faded.
I feel a tear falling
the moment of loss
is as fresh as the morning.

I then say to them softly
I love you guys so much.
When its my time to join you all.
Mom hold my hand as I cross over.
Dad make sure I learn how to fly
with my new wings
hold me with your hands
so I dont fall.
And Sis give me a hand to
learn the ropes up there.

Signpost to oblivion

When she threw me out
It was my fault I know.
The drinking had started again.
I slept in the car for days.
Locked out at night.
Yet still I drank
My job was lost.
But not as lost as me.
I remember waking
in the drunk tank.
I was ***** unshaven.
And my eyes were hollow.
She paid my bail.
I saw her through the bars
of the cell.
She was so beautiful.
And so clean and pure.
She whispered quietly
I always loved you.
I still do.
I felt so ***** I needed
A shower and shave.
But living rough is hard.
I quietly said thank you
I love you too.
She touched my cheek
With her finger tips
Like she used
to touch my skin
When we made love
In our clean bed.
She had tears in her eyes
As she saw what I had become.
She said softly
You know I lost our son as well.
As I stumbled away
to that signpost
for the town of oblivion

Back at work after her honeymoon
she had a radiance
that flowed from her smile.
As she entered the room
we all turned to her shining glow
looking for the door
that would let us inside it.

There was some kind of invisible
golden light that emitted from her heart.
Even the flowers noticed her
and turned to her for her warmth
in their silent curiosity.

And if the those lovebirds the doves
had had been there.
They would have cooed in delight.
Each one of us, even the lonely
have a small fire burning inside.
Hoping that one day it will be
set to a blazing inferno by someone.

In the present moment
she is the one that cannot hide
her sweetness, her inner beauty.
And we lie before her like
sunbathers on the beach
basking in her sunshine

I remember that poem.
it was so very long ago
I think this misty rain
brought its memory back.
I was walking
in the olive greens of the park
then a beautiful poem
fell from the clouds.
The most beautiful poem

I search the park this night
I call out his name softly
Poem Poem
Come back to me.
Then my poem appears
still beautiful.
still with soft spoken words.
So tender this poem.
The poem asked me to take
It back to my fireside
Where it unfastened my blouse
Whispering its soft hypnotic rhymes.
Words I had not heard since forever.

Then from outside the window
I saw the poem making love to me.
So tender and beautiful.

When he had finished
reciting its love poem.
We lay by the firelight
drinking wine
and spoke
of commitment.
A house full of forever's.
Homes and children
and other untruths.

As begins the  summer's morn
Dewdrops drip from a rose's thorn.
cricket's chirp in silent glow
A linnets fluttering wings below.

A cedar cabin poor and bare
In simple presence standing there.
A lapping lake upon the shore
Calls for nature's  lilt once more

Tranquil peace falls like the rain
Easing my mind and soul again
The purple mantle of the dawn
Awakens another perfect morn.

Seeking Relationship Profile

*I am a unique color.
There's not one
like it anywhere in this world.
I suppose you would need
to meet me to see if it was
the exact hue you needed.
In a perfect world there is
someone out there who does.
I am looking for compatibility.
where my color compliments yours.
There must be an artist
who needs exactly my color
to complete their
perfect painting.

I love you man
A Story From Nam

We were seventeen or eighteen in Nam
we became friends forever.
No more than friends.
Soldiers get closer than wives.
We went to sleep saying
I love you man.
We switched letters
For our girlfriends.
In case… well just in case.

The bullets rained
in the clearing that night.
I can still see the tracer lights.
Guys fell down all around me.
Crying everywhere.
Air power cleared them away.

I looked for Joe he was lay there.
I held him close
like a baby as he left us.
His last words
I love you man.
I whispered to him
Not as much
as I love you Man
.
I did not notice I had been hit.
After six months I returned home.
In West Virginia his beautiful girl
Opened the door of a small trailer.
She had a baby boy in her arms.
Her blue eyes welled with tears.
I passed the unopened letter to her.
I lied and said the blood
on it was mine.

She passed the baby
to me to hold
As she read the letter.
I kissed his tiny forehead.
And said see buddy
You’re not dead at all
I love you Man

The first poem

I am mid life now
finding myself pensive.
working in my flower garden
on a sunny Sunday morning.
then a poem pulls up
driving a red mustang convertible.
I remember this car
and this beautiful poem.
it wants me to unbutton my shirt
and unhook my bra.
I sit in the still familiar back  seat.
the poem recites it's soft downy words.
I notice I have taken all my clothes off
like a white pale statue.
I notice the reflection of my naked self
so desirable so hot
I still have it I feel it
I know it.
Afterwards
the poem and I
talk of Forevers
and marraige
and other untruths.

All through the night the moon
shines its silver beacon.
I sit below in my room playing piano
It is dark in the room.
no lights but the moons candle.
I play the beautiful soulful
moonlight sonata.
It was her favorite piece.
My fingertips touch the keys
as softly as the moonlight
caressed her skin
The vision is in my mind.
it is locked in old memory
in a place I always open on
nights such as this.
when old feelings will not sleep.
Outside my window the world
Is covered in pools
of silver moonlight.
All I can do is think and feel
of you
only of you.
You are far from me now
In another world
that I shall never know.
A world of light and gaiety.
As my heart falls
in tune with the soft melody
I close my eyes
and see you dancing
with me in the moonlight.
In the fantasy of my dreams.
You smile and say
“Be sure not to drown in pools
of moonlight My Love”
As if it could stop me from
Drowning in my sorrow

Inside a dark room.
In a locked box.
A lock of hair
a letter
A photograph
All my dreams
No one sees them
Brilliant Black

Inside a dark room
In a locked box
A love poem
A perfume bottle
A faded rose
All hidden in darkness
Brilliant Black

Inside a dark room
In a locked box
A house sad and silent
Full of lost shadows
No one knows
Brilliant Black

Inside a dark room
In a locked box
Dried tears.
My heart
shattered like crystal.
No one cares
*Brilliant Black

it was so long ago
I was not much more than a boy.
I noticed her in the office
blonde classy and oh so ****.
in those days I got romantically excited
if a breeze passed by my chinos.
I asked her for a date
to go to the movies she accepted.
then she took me home
to meet her mother the dragon.
her father was dead.
she was possessive of her daughter
and hated me from first glance.
the feelings were mutual.
finally she went out for the evening.
and I was alone with her beautiful daughter.
I got what I wanted and had ***
it was not making love
I did not understand the difference back then.
I lost interest after that
the chase was more exciting than the act.
six weeks later she told me she was pregnant.
back then the only option was marraige.
I got drunk at the wedding
it felt more like a funeral to me.
we had to live with her mother
we had no money.
and her hate for me festered daily.
my new wife would not have ***
with her mother asleep in the next room.
we drifted from each other further each day.
I started going to the pub nightly.
coming home drunk and noisy.
the arguments were loud
and finally her mother threw me out.
my mother would not let me back home.
her down to earth Lancashire upbringing.
you made your own bed lad
now go and lie in it.
I saw my wife in town
we sat in the square and talked.
I thought how beautiful she was
and what a swine I was.
she wanted me back
she said she had always loved me.
I told her I would live in garden shed
before I would go back to her mother's.
we looked around for somewhere to live.
and found a tiny flat more of a rathole really.
but she fixed it up with second hand furniture.
and cans of paint.
we slept in our home for the first time.
we made love not ***
I knew the difference now.
by the time the baby came
we were friends
I think I loved her then.
it took two more years for me
to know I loved her.
we spent the last twenty five years
together and she is my friend
my lover and my companion.
we raised a family together.
and became grandparents  together.
so I did not get a romcom movie
love affair.
but somehow against all odds.
we found a kind of loving.

In beautiful sunlight with clear azure sky
not a cloud in sight,
just your beauty
falling from your pen like a clear crisp rain.
Reading again and again your emotions
melting my heart
bringing me so close to you.
Though I knew then we would never meet.
I should have known,
drinking my cloudy coffee,
reading your poetry
knowing how  it came from a dark place.
Too dark to let in the light
even in its shining abundance of summer.

If only I could have reached you
looked into your beautiful face.
Told you how much the world needed you
and your words, that would outlast your time.

To have touched your cheek
and wiped away your invisible tears.
The ones trapped inside
that could not flow.

Instead this world
was too much for you to bear.
Breathing the dank fumes
of coal gas in a London flat
You took your gifts with you
leaving only memories in your poems.

You were born in the heavens
and fell from a star.
Yet when you landed here Sylvia
you shattered
Into a thousand pieces
like a beautiful Crystal Vase.
And even with the passing
of the creeping years.
I still miss you

It was so very long ago.
The world was full of hats.
In the spring the hat maker came.
She pinned her felts and silk
to my mother’s head.
Added feathers and flowers.
My mother would be beautiful
for the Easter parade.
I tried them on when she was out.
Until my head became too big.
One hat in each box
Representing one more Easter.
Then when the chemo took her hair
We sat outside of her bedroom
The hat lady came for the last time.
She left solemn and quiet
Her eyes cast to the floor.
We all went in to see her last creation
On her head a beautiful
hat with flowers
and ostrich feathers.
Her head perfectly covered
Not a sign of her lost hair.
And that was the last time
I saw her smile

I am not sure when I started hating women.
I am not sure if I hate all women
Or just ******* Meg.
I know it was after Meg married me.
But that ***** doesn't count as a woman.
She didn't need a ******* husband.
She should have bought a dog.

Pulling me around to show to her boring
****** friends when I wanted to watch
the ******* play offs.

Would you like a cup of tea
And some ******* bunt cake Harry.
No I ******* would not.
I could **** a ******* cheeseburger
With the works and a pitcher of bud.

He seems kinda quiet Meg
You two doing alright.?
Yeah she said smiling
He's pouting because the games on
He's being trained.
Trained for ***** sake.

I looked at her sweet face
and her ***** figure.
And I gave a bollocking to little Harry.
For being such a *******
and marrying her.
After all I reasoned to him
Who needs to buy the cow
When I get the milk for free.

But that little guy had a mind of his own.
Now ten months ago I tied a ******* knot
With my tongue
I can't undo with my teeth.

What a ******* ***** she turned out
She deals out two meals
**** and more ****.
She knows when I am at the end of
my ******* string.
Then she  is sweet to little Harry
And I he pulls me along for the ride.
So to speak.

The ******* fights
The neighbors banging in the wall.
The condo committee *******
Your infracting clause
six hundred and ******* forty one
Sub ******* paragraph three point ******* one.
The right of quiet enjoyment.

I think **** it I could use some quiet enjoyment.
But no hope of that with this *****.
Boy that ******* bra of hers is filled with
a set of lungs.
She never used bad language
When we dated.
But that was before
I came the useless *****.
And the bone idle *******.

For a couple of months now
She started bashing me
In our barneys.
She packs a ******* good Mike Tyson
With that left hook of hers.
Get up you big ***** she yells.
Put your big girl ******* on and fight.
It was only a ******* love tap.
I'm just glad she wasn't
******* mad at me then..

But

Sometimes when the moon is shining
In our bedroom she turns to me
And runs her fingers through my hair.
And kisses me softly like when we just dating.
Her full soft breast press against my bare chest.
I look into her beautiful face
And kiss her deeply.
She says I love you Harry
Your my boy.
******* weird
I say I love you too Meg darling
And I ******* well mean it.

And she takes me softly
And I have tears in my eyes
At her gentleness
Go ******* figure.

1965

The plane was unstable
But that's what test pilots do
Work out the kinks out
It was called the Lockheed starfighter
the updated version.
The landing gear was stuck
I had started for  the airport six times but my fuel was in vapour.
No choice it landed belly up .
I saved 29 million of the country's money.
I got out of the plane they  
rushed me to hospital
That's where I got two crash landings in one day.
She was a nurse but so beautiful.
She said I got to do your vitals honey.
My vitals were already standing to attention.
She noticed but said nothing.
Just smiled.
I asked if I was due a bed bath
Still smiling she said I looked like I needed a cold shower.
She would look into it
We married six months late
I don't think in my long life I was ever happier.
My buddy was a some kind of weird science guy working on secret government projects.
I don't know why we clicked but we did.
He said your gonna **** yourself in one of those flying coffins
And I am working to bring you back.
He was right that ******* widowmaker blasted into the trees on landing
The took me to the ghospital he said he's dead.
They put me in one of he frozen contraptions a cryogenic vault way below the base.
And froze me.
Then he got killed in a lab explosion and time went by

2016
¡the building was being demolished
But I was a popsicle in the cryogenic tube
A young construction guy found the forgoten vault.
He unfastened the tubes and gas exploded in room
The top opened
And he saw me below.
He ran screaming out to report the incident
By then the ice was melting I was awaken in a new reality
fifty years later
I got up sirens were blasting everywhere
I was naked but looked like I was when I was frozen.
I found some clothes in the lab and put them on.
When I got outside I was blinded by the California sun
Then cars were streaming by
A helicopter flying over head
Flashing neon signed everywhere it was bedlam.
I ran and ran
Then found a newspaper in the garbage
It said August 12  2016
It hit me
I was a ******* time traveler.
I was in a state of confusion
But this was a residential area.
A nice ranch bungalow was in front
I saw a big tree house for the kids
Running up the ladder I stopped and wept
Where was Jenny my house ?
I added twenty to fifty one *** ***
I still looked Twenty four.
I fell asleep
The noise awoke me it was dark.
A guy was trying to put heavy moves on the pretty lady in the kitchen she was screaming
I ran down into the house and the guy told to get lost.
I asked him to leave quietly the lady does not seem interested he went for me
But I kicked his ******* ***.
And threw him out. He had just had his *** kicked by a 74 year old geezer.
Her little boy was watching
The ******* television was the size of the movie screen
She told me she had dated this guy  months earlier but he was an *******
Sixties girls did not swear much this one had a dose of sailors mouth.
It looked like I had missed out on some smoking burning
bras ****
She let me stay couchsurfing
The kid was nice I liked him
I told him where I was from
looked at me and said you're a ****** but you helped mom.
The kid looked into some kind of spiders web on a small walkman thing no wires how did it work.h e called it an eye phone.
Then he found my buddy's address.
We phoned it was his daughter he's dead she said before I was born his lab blew up.
We went over the next day.
She said you are Jimmy right.
I said yes
I told her I lost my wife jenny the love of my life.
I lost her by sort of dying myself.
She smiled No she's alive.
She gave me a book it had my buddy's neat handwriting in it.
If for any reason I get disabled and Jimmy shows give him this.
It told me of his secret experiments in cryonics.
Then it dropped the bombshell.
Ageing cannot be reversed.
You will get to the age you should be in  days after reanimation.
I looked at my hands they were getting ******* liver spots.
My hair was turning grey.
I could carry groceries in the bags forming under my eyes.
I did not have time to waste.
I had a four hundred miles trip ahead.
I caught the bus to Seattle then took a car to the ocean
Her house was on a hill
It was windy I was out of breath just getting to it from the road
I felt weak and old I think I am going to die before I get there.
Then I was at the front door just a few more steps
And I would see her once more.
The bell of course ..I rang the bell
No answer the house was silent.
I fell to my knees weeping like a child.
I was too late
But then a beautiful older lady appeared behind me.
I recognised her eyes and that smile.
She dropped a basket of cut flowers onto the floor
Oh my god she gasped ...Jimmy?
Yes Jenny it's me
She held me close and we embraced.
Oh I have dreamt of your return she said.
We kissed again
Some passions defy age and time.

A year later

She made me remarry her to renew my vows
You might have forgotten your old ones she reasoned.
The person that gave her away to me
Was a beautiful lady about 49 years old
She kissed us both
Wishing us a life of joy.
I love you mom
And you too daddy
It was Alice my beautiful daughter.
Who introduced me to my granddaughter Jane.
And my great granddaughter.
Of nine months old Abby.
Who capped of the whole event
With her first half word
Gan Gan.

When you left me
My friends gathered around.
Living without her won’t **** you.
They said.
But what won’t **** me
Aches day and night inside my chest.
What won’t **** me
Has tears running down my face.
What won’t **** me
Fills me with scars that never heal.
What won’t **** me
Makes me hide away from the world
What won’t **** me
Makes me want to **** myself.

It was during the war in Europe.
My grandfather was posted in England.
He had  a bad limp and a crooked smile.
And he seemed to big for his uniform.
He never fought in a single battle.
He was a bit of a pacifist
Let and let live was his style.
Instead he was sent  to work
in the army kitchen.
Where he learned how to cook.
He was assigned to an English lady
who could cook.
She taught him everything in the kitchen.
He got used to the English lady
She got used to the big man
with a limp and crooked smile.
When the war ended he returned
To New York he opened up a small diner.
He returned to England on a ***** steamer.
And found the lady from the kitchen.
He asked for her hand in marriage.
She accepted and they returned to the states.
There was a note on the diner kitchen door.
It said I fell in love with you in the kitchen
So I built one for us to share forever.
My dad was born a year later
He had the crooked smile but no limp
Then I was born and can’t cook an egg.
Grandma died a few weeks ago
I cleared the stuff out of her room
In her belongings I found the note
He pinned on the diner kitchen door.
It inspired me to write this poem
So look around grandma in heaven
There’s a big man with a limp
and crooked smile.
He’s waiting for you
In a kitchen somewhere up there.

hallelujah. .....

There was a sacred bird above
That knew the secrets of all love
But when he sang the music
Only fooled you
The music left broken sighs
With teardrops flowing from your eyes
And a bitter tasting hallelujah

I saw you walking in the mist
No words spoken when we kissed
The beauty overthrew you
You clipped my eagles wings
Made a prisoner of all kings
Your honeyed lips sang hallelujah

Lady I have seen before
The prisons of a bedroom floor
The victory banner in your eyes
Chains built of **** sighs
loves not a war to win and rule you
Its broken wings wailing hallelujah

Once you told me all you know
Now thats a side you never show
Remember when I lived in you
The sacred bird was singing too.
And every kiss was hot and true
Inside my heart was singing too
A mellow song of hallelujah

Now the tunes a bitter song
Wrecked broken all gone wrong
Loves a broken sinking ship
With bitterness left on my lips
Its a jest of god to fool you
All thats left a faded song
With broken promises on my tongue
With the  icy wind wailing hallelujah

The locksmith of my heart
By
Jude Kyrie

When the night is silent.
Deep into its slumber.
A bright moon smiles its bloom
as its doorway to outer space opens.
In the kitchen the dog sleeps.
Children making dreamy noises
In their rooms.
I feel the tips of her fingers
Upon my skin she is a locksmith
of hearts.
I have known her so long.
Familiar with its mechanism.
She uses the tools of her trade her fingertips
deftly and silently.
I can feel the tumblers falling
on the vault lock.
Her lips caress my skin
The combination has been broken again.
And the great door
to the vault of my heart
creeks open.
All my emotions and love
and desire are right there
in front of her.
She looks at the
hidden pirates treasure.
And takes from me
everything that she wants.
And everything
I have to give her.

Sometimes the ice
on the frozen pond
Glistens like a soul
in state of grace.
I turn and think
of the fragility of life
Of how tenuous is our grip.
On all those we love and cherish.
I see the skaters swirl
on the ice creating
beautiful shapes.
And I fill with envy
For the beauty and carefree
solace they find.
And wonder how they could
Dance so joyfully
Over the thin ice
of the ponds
dangerous  frozen world.

The music played beyond the skies.
Brought tears to all of heavens eyes.
Weeping angels pouring though you.
Its melody makes your spirits rise.
In peace your aching soul sighs.
The world is singing hallelujah

Hallelujah

No belief inside you stand aloof.
If you want my faith bring me proof.
She took your heart with soulful eyes
Made you fear all last goodbyes.
You changed freedom for a wooden chair.
Inside her parlor sitting there.
In passions breath
she stole your hallelujah.

*Hallelujah


You tell me now to call his name
I don’t know who they’re all the same.
It really doesn’t matter who.
Any one of them will do you.
There’s love and hope in every word
No matter whose voice you heard
The hallowed or the frozen hallelujah

Hallelujah

Lost and broken I know I did my best
My soul’s asleep but cannot rest.
I know the truth it isn’t much.
Religions only fool you
I hear the heavens haunting song.
I sing the words with fervent tongue
Life is short and death is long.
I’m weeping hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Lending money to friends
a parable or maybe a joke.

Two best friends were talking.
can you lend me five hundred dollars
I have so many bills this month one said.

yes but I must get it back next month
the other replied.
for sure next month he said no problem.

a month later
do you have my money
not this month next month he said
ok no more excuses.

another month  later
well do you have my money.
no but you can have my dog.
he shows an old sick
bald  toothless dog
that did its business everywhere.
and says OK one last month
that's all I want my money.

Another month goes by.
well do you have my money
he said angrily.
no but you can take my wife.
he looked carefully
at the offered lady.
then replied
can I take another look
at that dog.

The First Time

*She was not a fresh faced
honey girl from my class.
Nor a woman who
took money to rid
college boys of their virginity.
She was experienced
and older than me
But lovely.
It did not happen
fumbling in the back of a car.
Or lay in the grass of a meadow
under a moonlit sky.
It was in her small walk up flat
up three flights of dimly lit stairs.
I can still feel my legs weaken
In anticipation of the unknown.
Inside the untidy table
had a full ashtray
A half bottle of red wine.
A Picasso reproduction
Gargoyled from the wall.
She was full of experiences.
That I could only imagine.
She pulls a strip of condoms
from her night table.
The bedroom window
open wide.
The summer breeze
whispered inside.
Hush Hush
It’s your time
It’s your time.
She took me softly.
Gently almost like a dream.
I cried out as my boyhood left me
draining into her
in its irrecoverable loss.
Outside the breeze
had turned to wind
Blowing my uncertainty and doubts
far Into the night.
She was my teacher
and I her avid student.
Later the door closed
as I left her.
Her memory now
Indelibly burned on my soul.

I am twenty four
Mornings are the worst.
At night I hold the down pillow
closely into my body
It has your fragrance on it.
It feels soft like you did in sleep.
I know
I can never feel your soft hair
drifting over my face
Or
Your leg finding mine.
I wonder if you still
sing show tunes
in the shower.
The smashed photo frame
of us in love tells me
Your not coming back.
But I can't seem
to throw it out.
Sometimes the moon
shines into my bedroom.
I know it can also
see you sleeping
And maybe
It's just trying to tell me
That you are alright.

You are my sisters child not mine.
I think you were almost four back then.
it was so very long ago.
Your beauty astounded me.
You had me smitten then
and if truth be known
As you do now.

We were having a shore lunch by the lake.
The lake trout sizzled
in its butter on the barbeques.
When naked as a jaybird
You jumped from the dock.
Disappearing into the lakes deep waters
Into the world of minnows and trout

I jumped in to save you
but you were already at the surface
swimming in doggie paddle fashion.
Refusing my grip
in fierce independence.
A trait you still possess.
I saw the big sign
Danger No swimming
but I let you go staying close to you.
You were kept buoyant
by the fruits of the young
by life’s power that flowed from you

And for an hour
you stayed in that water.
You won’t remember I am sure
But I saw you forming
the great woman
that you became
As you scorned my help.
And swam to the dock
lifting yourself
onto its platform.
That’s the moment we clicked
Man and woman child
friends forever
an eternal unbreakable bond.

The year was so long ago
far too long to remember.
I can feel the breath of forever
on the nape of my neck.
Still in silence between then and now
you materialize again.
I never believed in love then.
I was too young
dreaming in forever's.
then I saw you at the opera house
the sounds of your voice invading my heart.
Each single note cutting me like a knife.
I waited outside your stage door,
in the pouring night rain
wet to the soul.
waiting until you came out.
you noticed me
under the bloom of the gaslight.
you saw my need my want.
And touched my cheek softly.
Why are you here in the cold wet you asked.
I had to see you I whispered.
You took me in the Hanson cab with you.
The horse clip clopped on the cobblestones.
We arrived at your flat in London
And you led me to the bathroom
ran a hot tub for me.
And then placed me in it.
Have you eaten you whispered
you look so thin.
I do not know Miss I answered
you dried me in your towels
and fed me .
why do you wait every night
after my show she asked .
because I love you
I looked into her beautiful eyes.
So many men have said that she said.
I look t the ground
She needed warmth
and held me to her breast.
You are so young
so young she sighed.
Softly we made love
She was quiet
tears in her beautiful eyes.
Its your tenderness
where did it come from.
From my heart I whispered.

A year later

The royal command performance
was a success she was magnificent
She held my hand tightly in hers.
You were beautiful my Love I said.
I love you so much Milady.
We must not stay late she said.
In a voice that leaked
promises into my heart
Our baby is waiting
for us to tuck her in.

Tonight the candelabra
of moon and stars
fill the room with sprinkling light.
Sleep will not come
This night I open my memories
The ones of you
I will never forget.
Only of you.

I am still not ready to let you go.
Not just yet, stay awhile..
if only in my memory
I close my eyes and see you clearly.
So lovely to me.
So beautiful. So real.

I don’t want to lose that.
Perhaps one day
remembering your face
will be like the words
of a half forgotten tune.
Don't fade away like mist.
Stay in my waking dreams.
The ones I do not
have to awaken from.

Above me
the paper white moon is
surrounded by a million stars.
Already we are just
a familiar memory to them.
One of their sweet ones.
But still
only for a fleeting moment
Of their forever.

I won’t sleep tonight if you stay.
I promise.
It’s just that when you left me.
I was not ready to let you go.

Are the stars and moon still
shining for you in the great forever?
Can you read our life?
Do you see the us that was.
One day I will find you again.
I know for sure.
We will write another beautiful story.

But tonight my love.
Please! Don’t go just yet.
I am just not ready
to let you go
Not Just yet.

Goodbye Mr. Chips

England 1920

I’m well in my eighties now you see
The life of a school master was for me
Brookfield School is where I have been
A private school for the sons of Englishmen

I was a young man when I first came here
For years a stodgy boring bachelors life
Then in my middle age I met my darling wife
She brought me joy my heart’s desire
Having tea and scones beside our fire

She had the faculty eating from her hand
She got me noticed and life was grand
I became the head of these hallowed halls
A part of Brookfield like the walls

The boys all loved her she had such grace
As well as having the most pretty face
I think I was the happiest man on earth
Then I lost her as she was giving birth

All alone at Brookfield in my pain
Never to take a wife again
Then the war, the four horsemen rode once more
A war like nothing we had seen before
All my old students fought for the King
After Sunday chapel as hymns we would sing
I would read my boys names who gave everything

The war it stayed for several years
My eyes burned with the salty tears
To see my boys grown into young men
Dead in battle never to come home again

But the war ended and we survived
The sons of the fathers came to Brookfield alive
My years went by until I retired
Now I lie on my bed, my time expired

I hear them talking, outside my Door
Old Chips is Dying, it’s such a shame
He had no children to continue his name
But that’s not true.
I had a thousand little joys
And they were all my Brookfield boys

Many long winters have passed
since I was a young brave.
My skills are now faded
with the light of my eyes.
In the great domain
of the Algonquin Tribes.
I hunted with my father
a wise and kind chief.
He taught me the love
of all the ways of the Great Spirit.
Who provides all we will ever need
to sustain our people.
The great buffalo
in their numbers too large to count
Would feed our people
until the end of all moon and stars.

Our ways were a gift of life
the ways of our lineage from start of days.
The newcomers took our land and our talk
The buffalo was wiped from the land
by their sticks of fire.
Their bodies left to rot in the sun.
What was the gift of Manitou they stole away.
The water in our rivers
is as poison from their waste.
The fish are sick and
cannot be eaten by our people.
What was our pride, they scorned.
Our children they took
to teach them new ways
Our blood they spilt
into the soil of our heritage.
Now we are imprisoned
on the land of our freedom.
I stay in my tipi old and frail
my face lined with many years.
I dream of a clear sky
an eagle flying to the mountain.
The herds of buffalo
thundering again on the plains.
To sit around the fire with the pipe again
telling the deeds of our forefathers.
No peace will ever rest my mind

A Manchester Man by Jude Kyrie
(For a sadness beyond grief)

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
Its veins are titanium its blood molten steel
Heritage lives here in smokey days.
But we are all one family in every way.

Send us your cowards and misguided creeps.
We will drag their bodies in our cobbled streets.
In cowardly hiding, you **** our offspring
But in god's eyes, their souls will sing

As strong as the history in our brass bands.
We live in the heart of our god's safe hands
So try to quell us like others have tried
And look at the books and see how they died.

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.


(rest sweetly my children)








Poem by William Blake

The inner ciity school was big and noisy.
I remember being scared and overwhelmed.
When I saw her for the first time
a cornucopia of colors In her flowing sari.
She floated no sound of footsteps.
Her skin perfectly brown
oh she was the most beautiful lady
I had ever seen.
I think she loved teaching more than life.
She wld break an adult meetng
to tend to a childs needs.
.Saying we must reschedule
I have a very important
meeting with my student
I must attend to.
she taught us patience and respect.
To listen to each other and to learn
from each person we spoke with.
she brought animals to the school
and introduced us to new species.
Everone wanted to be with her
when she taught us the class was silent
and every swoosh of her sari could be heard.
she stood by the open window of the classroom
Once and said listen can you hear it
I said its just silence Miss
she smiled and said no
it is the most beautiful
sound in the world
it is the sound of learning.
she would ask what new thing we had learned
since last she saw us.
A color a poem a book.
I think I learned how to learn from her.
She basked in her small successes.
Later she told us of the nurses a doctor
schoolteacher author and poet
that had spawned
from her class.
Now when I visit England I always try
to see her in her small retirement flat.
she pours green tea that she says comes from
the foothills of the himalayas still teaching me.
As I recount for her all the new things
I have learned in the years since I saw her last.

Those who know don't tell.
Those who tell don't know.*

Jude

Hallelujah-----
Inspired by Leonard Cohen Song
Jude Kyrie

The light it poured from up on high.
From a magenta red and yellow sky.
The visions only made you cry.
Those up above just sighed a sigh.
You don’t want heaven, do you?
The weeping moon is sobbing
hallelujah.

The lost and broken lie in the street
Walk the world in unshod feet.
Why are all these children there?
Doesn’t anybody care?
Statistics only fool you.
Cold winds whisper hallelujah.

Children are reaching out for love
Their arms outstretched to up above.
Begging love from heaven’s door.
Only silence rings for evermore.
Just bitter rains to cool you.
Broken children sobbing Hallelujah

They say there is a God above.
But all my grace has come from love
Why fill Gods mansions full of treasure
When to feed the hungry was his measure.
Sick and tired of those that rule you.
Winter winds wail hallelujah.*

Authors Note

You cannot hide the truth.
Even in our most passionate
fires that burn my *****.
I know it is not me you want.
Your soft breast and wet red lips
tell the truth
that your voice cannot speak.
kissing me with hunger.
But I can detect the
Aftertaste of treason.
Even as I lie spent
Next to you in your bed.
Your ghost is already
Haunting me.

Billy

I watched him leave the orphanage today
It is unlikely we will meet again.
He would spend countless hours
building objects with an old Lego set.
Mostly spaceships, never skyscrapers.
He told me they were too hard for him.

What was hard he could not understand.
Un-accepting parents who could not see the
astounding beauty that his scrambled
chromosomes and forever child’s soul possessed.
Nor did he know why the other children stayed
clear of him.
Not comprehending his gentle ways,
His only blessing from the angels.

The system had slowly spun
its complete cycle.
Foster homes special schools
came and went.
He had seen them all.
Eleven years old and feeling
lost and forgotten.
As old as a senior citizen.

They moved him to a home
for the mentally challenged this morning.
I heard the nurse say to the social worker.
“He will be better off there
we can’t handle them here when they
get to be older.
And we just don't have the budget”

He quietly smiled softly as he left
A resigned look on his innocent face
Wishing only to be
Reassured that the new place
had a Lego set.

A Manchester Man by Jude Kyrie
(For a sadness beyond grief)

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
Its veins are titanium its blood molten steel
Heritage lives here in smokey days.
But we are all one family in every way.

Send us your cowards and misguided creeps.
We will drag their bodies in our cobbled streets.
In cowardly hiding, you **** our offspring
But in god's eyes, their souls will sing

As strong as the history in our brass bands.
We live in the heart of our god's safe hands
So try to quell us like others have tried
And look at the books and see how they died.

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.


(rest sweetly my children)








Poem by William Blake

I think  fell in love with her
the first time that I saw her.
She was beyond ordinary old me
of course.

She was way too young
and too much alive for me.
But she didn’t seem to mind.
She was dancing on a table in the bar
In her carefree way unaware of the crowd

We sat and drank wine together
Way too much wine.

Like standing in the path of a hurricane
I was helpless had no defenses
or anywhere to move.

We were really opposites
like the poles of magnets
we had no resistance
to the north-south attraction

I slammed into her like a train.
I think this was the most alive
I ever felt before or since.

Do lights that burn this brightly
always burn out so quickly?
Being older
I always thought I would go first.

Even now after all these years
I still dream of her smile.
She always knew
the perfect thing to say
when I was happy sad
or often broken.

How was it
she always made
me feel so young?

There have been other
imposters over the years.
I have acted out the practiced
movements of love with them.
But when the evening light faded
And I was alone in my bed.
It was always you honey.
You were the only one
who knew how to fix me.

I am standing so close to you.
For the first time in your
private space.
I can taste your aura.
Fragrant with the bouquet
of flowers and  strawberry.
My own self defenses
falling one after the other.
Words are now locked inside
like my thoughts.
Emotions are alight
You step even closer to me.
The redness of your lips
bringing your breath to me.
As we share our first kiss
All my cares are now floating
away into the light summer breeze
like dandelion seeds.

When she threw me out
it was my fault I know.
The drinking had started again.
I slept in the car for days.
Locked out at night.
Yet still I drank.
My job was lost.
But not as lost as me.
I remember waking
in the drunk tank.
I was ***** unshaven.
And my eyes were hollow.
She paid my bail.
I saw her through the bars
of the cell.
She was so beautiful.
And so clean and pure
Just like I remembered her.
She whispered quietly
"I always loved you."
"I still do."
I felt so ***** and ashamed
I needed a shower and shave.
But living rough is hard.
I quietly said thank you
I love you too.
She touched my cheek
softly with her finger tips
like she used
to touch my skin
when we made love
in our clean bed.
She had tears in her eyes
As she saw what I had become.
She said softly
You know
I lost our son as well.
I turned away
so she could not see
the tears in my eyes.
And I stumbled away
to that signpost
for the town of oblivion.