Grandpa

*Grandpa is in his
Second year of dementia
He has not recognized Grandma
for over a year.
but in the summer
for the past three months
he has come in from the garden
holding a small bouquet of flowers
cut from the flower beds he loved.
He falls on one knee
before grandma and says softly
you are the most beautiful
woman I have ever seen
please run away with me
and become my wife.
she touches his silvered hair
softly and whispers
I am your wife honey.
It's a delight to see his
old lost face light up
as the biggest smile
covers it.

In the darkness of my room
after the moon is hiding behind mist.
I feel the weight of the granite stone
that sits forever by your head.

the weight is unbearable yet
I do not try to move it
it is now the closest thing
to your arms enfoldng me.

I have tried to move on
as I know I should.
I have even tried to dance
the familiar dance steps of love.

but when  the shadowed curtains
of nightfall return to my room
it's you honey.
only you.
As the weight of your granite
imprints  your fillegree name
over my heart.

Great Grandmothers photo
by
jude kyrie

A broken soul in your eyes I see
A caged bird crying to be free
Falsehoods smiling upon thin lips
Hiding pain inside a hearts eclipse
A beauty that defies my rhyme
Shadows of love lost in time

The first snow of winter fell today
As I walked through the wooded pathway
into the clearing where purity lay.
up above the grayness of the clouds.
Matching the season and my heart.
The dusting s of snowflakes
touch my eyelids and melt
but it could be my tears.

Grief


Even in the pure air
of the rockies
where silence was born.
I can hear the soft sob of loss.
The eagle in
his mountain domain.
sheds a tear at this grief.
The roaring oceans
still in its wake
are becalmed in anguish.
As my bottle
drains its comfort
into lost moonless nights.
I hear the sorrow between
the ticking moments of time
It is everything I touch
the doorknob
the  light switch
Her photograph
the book by her chair
her glasses
my heart
my soul.

I was selecting a tie
In the men’s department.
She came up behind me.
Silently so I did not notice her.
Her hands covered my eyes
Gripping me from behind .
Guess Who!
She cried out.
It was so silly really.
To think that I would
not recognize the
softness of her
pressed against my back
With the beautiful familiar
heartbeat that I loved.

Guitars In The Night
By
Jude Kyrie

*In the distance
On this hot sultry summer night.
Someone is playing Spanish guitar.
Its notes are touching my soul.
Awakening old memories
That have been long
been lying dormant.

The breeze touches my hair
Salty spray from the ocean
Kissing my lips
as she once did.

In the distance.
On this hot sultry summer night
Someone is playing Spanish guitar
Each melody awakens hidden.
tears from long ago.

I see her dancing with me
Soft red lips touching mine.
Your softness pressed
against my chest.
Through my tears
I reach to touch your hair

In the distance
On this hot sultry summer night.
Someone is playing Spanish guitar
Each note now a knife wound.
And My heart is breaking.

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

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 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

Hands

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.

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 sweet
memories in my heart.
Sometimes though
they come back
in dreams.
they are all kinds of ages.
Just to pay me visit
from way back.

I try to remember
they are gone now and
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 it happened.

I then say to them softly
I love you guys so much.
When its my time to
join you all in heaven.
Mom please 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.

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.

Sat quietly  in my chair.
I travel back to a  time long ago.
So many years have flown by.
As many as the falling leaves
in autumn.

I think of Mom and Dad
and my older sister.
They have all gone now.
It's strange, what I miss about
them most are their hands.

Hold my hand
as we cross the road
said Mom to her little boy.

Ride your two wheeler
You are safe with me.
I will hold the seat
with my hand
said dad.

Your hairs a mess let me
give you a hand.
said my sweet sister.
As I went on my first date.

They are all gone now
But they left a roomful
of memories in my heart.

I open the door to that room
When I dream.
Sometimes they come back
in my dreams at all kinds of ages.
Just to pay me a visit.

I try to remember
That they are gone,
no longer here.
They are only here
in my dreams.

But they are so often young
I forget that they are in a dream.
And I think they are still here.
So much so I forget
to say goodbye.
Or I love you guys so much.

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

I then say to them softly
As I awaken to the new day.
I love you guys,so much.
When its my time to join you all.

Mom,
hold my hand
As I cross over to heaven.

Dad
make sure I learn how to fly
Safely with my new wings.
hold me safe with your hands
so I don't fall.

And Sis
gIve me a hand to
learn the ropes up there.

Love Jude

Two waifs lost in the mystery
Oo the endless universe.
Touched softly their lips
In its dimly lit streets.
And the thunder and lightning
exploded in the air.
For it is from
such cataclysmic accidents
that thunder and lightening exist.

The romantic ending to a love story I wrote
Jude Kyrie


He married me because
I was pregnant I am Sure.
Well double pregnant really
it was twins.
I never thought that he could love me
or that I could dare to love him.
It just felt the right thing to do.
But it changed when the twins arrived
I have never seen anyone as happy as him
well unless you count me in that is.
He was so good looking so gentle
What did he ever see in me?
I was always cheating and losing
on diets to keep myself a size fourteen.
My hair frizzy and wild.
But he made me feel beautiful.
How did he do that?
We went for a Sunday evening walk
It was fall in central park.
We walked the twins
in their double stroller.
The leaves had turned
red and amber
under the chilling winds
of late New York autumn.
The late fall sunlight
lit up the park in reds and golds
against the grey outlines of the old city.
A city that had seen many such love stories.
I see Michael holding the twins in his arms.
I could see the love he had for us all
in his beautiful eyes.
The same eyes that had
some major optical defect.
An aberration that
I had no understanding of.
Because he saw me as
beautiful and worthy of his love.
And in that single moment
There in central park on a red carpet
of rustling autumn leaves.
I felt him walk in into my heart
through a door I had always
left unlocked for only him.
As he entered inside me
to a place on this earth
that was destined for him alone.
I closed the door quietly behind him.
Locking it with the only key that existed.
Then throwing it into the urban woodlands
never to be found again.

If I had a forgiving heart
it would go out to the woman
who will take my place
when I am done with you.

She will need a trained
paramedic on your first date.
To extract the glass shards
of me I have left in you.

You will talk of me
so much the sound of
my name will fire
darts into her chest.

In quieter intimate moments
she will see the hollow of your neck
your full soft lips
your muscular body.
And she will weep
at the thoughts of
how I may have touched you.

She will do for you
the things I did to you.
She will make promises
of things I could never do.

You will ease her mind
telling her of my drinking
my infidelity and violence.

She will say honey
she was a monster
you deserve me so much more.
And she will be right.

But my ghost will wail
in her dark moonless nights.
She will notice your fear of darkness.
The way you look under the bed
and how you avoid
any place we went to.

And deep in her heart
she will know
that every corner of you.
is haunted by me.

If I had a heart
it would go out to the woman
who will take my place
when I am done with you.
She will need a full
first aid kit on your first date.
To extract the glass shards
of me I have left in you.
You will talk of me
so much the sound of
my name will fire
darts into her chest.
In quieter intimate moments
she will see the hollow of your neck
your full soft lips
your muscular body.
And she will weep
at the thoughts of
how I may have touched you.
She will do for you
the things I did to you.
She will make promises
of things I could never do.
You will ease her mind
telling her of my drinking
my infidelity and violence.
She will say honey
she was a monster
you deserve me so much more.
And she will be right.
But my ghost will wail
in her dark nights.
She will notice your fear of darkness.
The way you look under the bed
and how you avoid
any place we went to.
And deep in her heart
she will know
that every corner of you.
is haunted by me

Haven Lane
By
Jude Kyrie


The night brings dreams where specters host
Old memories coming alive like forgotten  ghost
I am looking to find  haven lane.
The place where i will be safe again.
Down the pathway
Along to the sea
I find the roads
but not for me.
In the fog the house lights glow
Blinking in air as white as snow


Where is my mother  she's here again
Cutting fruit for a pie at haven Lane
Her old  chair creaking in pain
As she carves apple skins at haven lane.

I know she's there at haven lane.
I must find haven lane again.
Grandmother cast a stitch of knitting
It's shapeless length the moments flitting.
growing stitch by stitch as she is sitting.
Clicking ceaselessly  in Haven Lane
Knit one purl one cast one
Clickity clicking again and again


Outside, In the fog, I feel the pain.
Cutting my flesh wide open again
Dreams  wash away in the morning rain
I am Lost and alone like haven lane

Oh my Love!
I know we are damaged and broken
with the razor slashes of life
scaring our hearts.
I am not the first lover
you kissed with molten passion.
You are not the first woman
to whom I uttered a heart full
of always and forever’s.
Love came to us from the shadows
unnoticed and unexpected.
when neither of us
was looking it took us both.
We thought love had called before
and left us to find others,
that our time of love was past.
But this miracle of revelation
this joy of the soul
is how we will heal.
The open wounds
of loss will be soothed
by our passions.
we will press new joys between us
like orchids in a book.
The scars of loss will fade in our eyes
and we shall never see them again.
I know you are still afraid to show
me your deepest scars..
But know this my love.
when you lie with me
broken and damaged
from a thousand cuts of past  sorrow.
I see only the most beautiful thing
my eyes have ever cast upon.
Konw this.
I will love you
when you are
a becalmed ocean.
Or when you are
the cresting waves
of a tempest fury.

I wish I was a better poet.
One who could find words easily.
Even hard words that are
strong yet tender.
Words that can say just
how much I feel about you my love.
Yet you are careful
with your words of love.
Passing them to me sparingly
like precious diamonds.
While I pour out my hearts tenderness
Like a waterfall to you.
I want to close my eyes
and remember you when you looked
at me with sweetness and need.
Now all I see is endings.
In reflection I think I gave you
Every heartbeat I have.
And you gave me just a couple
of yours in return.

Say something nice to me
she said.
Like you used to when
we first got married.

He could see she was serious
And was quiet in thought
for a full minute.

Then he said to her softly.
Do you remember my love
When we were house hunting
For our first  home.
We looked at a hundred places.
Just about ready to give it all up.
And we found this place

We both cried out together
I love this place
It is me
I could live here forever.

She looked at him quizzically
Expecting an explanation.

Well he whispered
That's how I felt
When you let me
walk into your heart.

Have you ever
been house hunting.?
looking at place after place
ready to give it all up.
Then opening the door
of the last one
and getting that
warm fuzzy feeling.
I love it
this is me
I could live here forever.
Well that's how I felt
when I walked
into your heart.

I saw her today
finally she is out of her house.
But she is wearing a coat of despair.
The pain is palpable
I can feel its pressure.
just like the throbbing of my head
before a powerful thunderstorm.
But of course
her pain is in her heart
it cannot escape
by means of lightening
or thunder filled torrents of rain.
And thankfully it is so,
For this world is not capable
of handling the storm
that would be unleashed
by her broken heart.

I should take my heart to counseling.
Except I don’t want it fixing.
I need it to keep doing wrong things.
Hanging onto the best parts of you
even after all this time.
Wearing your hurts like ornaments
on a Christmas  tree.
I don’t want to be smart
and put you in the past
like I should do
I need my brain to slug it out
with my heart like prizefighters
Ok I am a damaged broken person.
If that makes me a little less lovable
so be it.
I will pour my therapy into my poems.
They don’t judge me
and I know they understand
if I heal with scars.

Heatstroke
By
Jude Kyrie*

The naked sun sets the world on fire.
A scalded sky like a funeral pyre.
No rain in sight as the heat goes higher
Like musical notes.
Sit the birds on the telephone wire

No peace for me no cool blue moon.
No respite from their crazy tune
The chirping crows turn the volume higher.
The birds are notes on the telephone wire

That awful hurdy-gurdy sound
Makes my head spin round and round
If I had a gun I would surely fire
At those infernal birds
upon the telephone wire.

Heaven wrote me a poem
In summers sun glow
The earth recited the words
In the sunlight below

The shout of the thunder
The kiss of sweet rain
The soft breeze in  my hair
To ease all of life's pain

The birds chirping  rhythm
The winds soft lament
The sounds of forrest
The songs of a life well spent.

When he leaves you
because you are suffocating
him with your love.
Tell him you warned him
about your intensity.

when you ache to call him
in the sleepless dark hours
don't.

when the walls in your room
close in and you are breaking
into pieces keep the wine corked.

when wanting him makes
your heart lose its softness
daily growing harder until it shrinks
into a dagger just wait.

when he turns up in squalid dreams
seeking your red lips
to play with your needs
offer them to him.
when he embraces you
then use the dagger
that is your heart.

Even when I was a boy
I alway thought  I knew
what love  looked like.
She was soft and blonde
Curvy wIth beautiful blue eyes.

I looked for her for years
and then at last
she finally arrived.

When she showed up
she was brunette wore glasses
that hid her brown eyes .
she hated my music
hated my freinds
and I the in the end
She hated me.

It was ten years
before  love returned again.
This time she had a
short blonde pixie cut.
Green eyes and a perma smile.
She taught me that when a
woman is smiling it does not
reflect what she is thinking.

She played music all the time
that someone  else had bought her.
She did buy me
my favorite ice cream though.
But she would eat it all
in midnight food binges.
as her music played.

I am now waiting for love
to come again.
It's been five years
but I know love
will show up.
I am sure of it.

when love left me last time
I asked it to
leave my door open.
I kissed love quietly goodbye.
And there were no tears.

I whispered softly to love.
thanks for coming to visit me.
I love it when you are around.
Dont be a stranger Love.
Come back and see me soon.

Hello midnight my old friend
I have not been with you for a while.
The stardust from your speckled canopy
feels so good again on my skin.
I want to wear you on my shoulders
like a shawl of comfort.
I know I have ignored your quiet beauty.
I know I sought comfort from another love.
one of my own kind
and forgot about you my  friend.
please forgive me.
I sit on the bench alone
Comforted by your light.
Seeking your infinity.
Yet even that has changed.
Another shooting star
dies in the heavens
leaving a space in you midnight.
Just like he left a space in me.
Are you looking in wonderment
at me midnight?
Like the way I am looking at you.
Hoping for things to be the same.
Yet knowing changes are inevitable.
I watch the spaces in you
when another star dies.
You see the space in me
When another love dies.
But here I am again
Under your mantle
Of countless fading stars
Your light on my shoulders
Your tears in the rain.
Sitting together in friendship
Waiting for another of our
beloved stars to fade.

The prognosis was terminal
it was over,
the end,
finis.
She had burned my life
My marriage my self worth.
But I had to see her again
just one time.
To climb the ice tower
of her lair.
crawl through the ashes
and mud of all that
was wrong with us.
Just to see her again
to see that sensual smile
those eyes like fire
to feel
her hair falling
on my bare skin.
As I submitted
my soul to her.
The reaper was waiting
at her doorway.
I wrestled his scythe
from his Skeleton hands
sending death away
for another day.
Stepping inside her room
the smell of brimstone
a harbinger
of the hell to be paid

She was ethereal
in her demeanor.
To me almost mysterious.
But I found myself liking her
more and more.
She wrote help notes
to people she had not even met
Some who had not been born yet.
Saying it’s a dangerous
world we in.
And I won’t always be around
to help them.
But I was around
And she wrote her note to me.
It was delivered to my heart
Because it the address
Where I invited her to live
With me forever.

She told me she loves
days of green
when soft rain falls.
yet she always
seeks shelter
when it rains.

She told me she loves
the hot hazy days of summer
when cloudless sky
and relentless sun
bake the earth
yet she covers herself
with sunblock
and sits below a shady tree
when its sunny.

She told me she loves
the feel of the wind
as it wails in the night.
yey she closes the windows
and shutters when it is windy.

That is why
I am terrified of her
for today
she told me
she loves me.

The Last first of May
By
Jude Kyrie

The noise on the stairs
awakens her
She opened her eyes
she knew it was ending soon.
The tiredness of waiting..
.At least she is still
here for the first of May
she muses.
The cat mews
as the noise passes her
on the stairs.
.
Even from the distance
to her room .
She can smell springtime
it is like a last gift.

The bedroom door opens.
And her fading senses
are overloaded.
With beautiful fragrances.
It is Ben her husband
His arms are loaded
with branches of
cherry blossoms
in full bloom.
He had gifted her
her final breath of Spring.

In her head for
just a single moment.
She is a little girl again
Wearing her
White first communion dress.

In the background
Children’s voices
From a long past time
Singing softly
her favorite
May time Hymn.

"O Mary we crown thee
with blossoms today,
Queen of the Angels,
and Queen of the May"

She was a child again
Walking along
a misty pathway.
Around her
the fragrant blossoms
proliferate the trees.

A beautiful lady
gently took her hand.
As she looked behind
her so far away.
She saw the room
Where she lay
as if in sleep.
Ben was kissing her goodbye.
But she was happy
She knew now
the kiss was only farewell
She would see him again.

She stands in front of the mirror
Holds back her hair in a band
The thoughts that trouble her
best forgotten best ignored
She tells herself
He's just learning how to love her

She vacuums an already clean rug
Imagines his fingers gently on her
tilting her face upwards
Whispering I love you honey
she sighs
she tells herself
he's learning how to love her

When he plays the alto sax
its so dreamy gentle and sweet
so sensitive oh why cant
he play her body like that
she would melt for him
she tells herself
he's just learning how to love her

He reaches for her in bed
Takes her quickly
Hearing his moan
Oh so empty so sad
she tells herself
he's just learning how to love her

Her existence is an unanswered
Prayer to an unknown God
She cleans the already tidy house
telling herself
he's just learning how to love her

He Was Not My Type
In the pouring rain.
He waited to see me.
Outside my small flat
day after day.
Just to catch a glimpse of me

I told him he was not my type.
That I was not interested.
But he stayed.
I finally gave in
and he charmed me.
it’s amazing
he was so ordinary
yet he got to me.

He knew all my moods
Happy sad or often broken.
He always knew just what to say
to send the sadness away.
How did he always
make me feel so beautiful?.

I don’t know why
I married him.
Perhaps because
he was so gentle
and I knew
he would never
try to control me.

I have lost him now.
and my world is
not as bright.

There have been other imposters.
I danced the choreographed
movements of love with them.
But when the evening
light faded to darkness.
It was you honey
always you.
only you
knew how to fix me

too young to know.

Far away
so far away in time.
Your eyes
looked longingly into mine.
You were
a callow youth back then.
Not knowing such love would
never come again.
You left me then.
You just had to go.
But thent you were just
too young to know.
Destiny is but an autumn wind.
And lovers fall from trees
They blow far away
like the red red leaves.

The gales were strong
we are now far apart.
But when you look
into your heart.
You will see we reap
all that we sow.
But then
you were just
too young to know.

He was beautiful but way too young for me.
I should have just walked away.
But God is no so kind to divorced women
close to the age of forty with a
lot of dissolutionment with modern urban life.
My husband cheated on me
with his secretary.
Tell me you haven't
heard that before.

I met him at a family get together.
a BBQ with awful food
and cheap wine.
it was his youth I think
it glowed like freedom.
So full of life.
All the emotions yet to happen.
Not all those that had already been.
He dumped his girlfriend
when he saw me.
I don't for the life of me know why.
She was pretty and perky
and so very young.
not like me at all.

He caught me looking at him
but I did not release my gaze.
That was cruel he was a just a boy
I found out later he was Twenty two
he gave me all I needed at that time.
All the things my rat ******* husband
had never given to me.

I admit I used him for his beauty
and his life that shone from him.
But I did not know
I was falling in love with him.
He undressed. me with his eyes ond smile.
I could not wait to undress for him.
My mother always so wise
said let him go honey it will end badly.
But I didn't.
He moved in to my urban nest.
The few hundred square feet
that was all mine
where the outside world ended.
After a while
I was miffed he did not have a job like I did.
That he sat around playing Nintendo all day.
But then he kissed me
and said I love you baby.
and I melted for him.

I got angry when he was drinking beer
with his friends
in my apartment.
When i got home from a hard day at work.
and I threw him out.

I told him he was never going to be what
I needed he was too young.
He moved into his buddy's place.
and called nme ten times a night.
Then I saw him again
it was in the local delli
I moved a can of caviar
and he was buying steaks
on the other side.

I took him home to my place
undressed as usual
he would not wear his ******.
He said I want you to have our baby.
I froze like a deer in the headlights.
I wish he had just ****** me.
All of a sudden
I saw his vulnerability
his youth his inexperience.
He was a baby and I was playing with him.
I knew it was a trap for him.
A trap I could not set.
so I opened the cage
the door left wide open.
and he flew out into
the wild rarified air
above the mountains.

I saw him again about a year later.
I was drinking wine at my favorite restraunt with a group
Of my friends.
It was near the holidays
The cold new York frost had formed on the window.
His breath melted a small section
Our eyes met and he he flashed his beautiful smile.
I caught my breath and my heart beat quickly..
But then he turned away.
And walked into the icy winter cold of the old city
Which had seen many such love stories before.

This new morning my
mouth opens like a cut
eager and wanton burning
with need of renewal.
All winter my desolate soul
has been a frigid abyss.
Awakening new buds unfurled.
Resurrected by your heat
painted with fiery passion.
Now I am your naked model
awaiting the brushstrokes
of springtime's artistry.

Underneath her soul was blue.
inside his heart his was too
they kept it hidden out of view
all their life they craved for blue
then passed right bye
and never knew.

I know it was me
that fired the ultimate weapon
the one that destroyed the us we loved.
Vaporized inside mushroom clouds
of destruction.
Sometimes
I say I still love you
or still want and need you.
or that my heart misses you.
but then I say I dont.
I feel like I am in
the aftermath wreckage
of a hurricane.
But inside the violent winds.
i hear the soft breath
of your name.
So instead I rehang pictures
in my living room.
To hide the faded outline
of where the one of us
was hung for so very long.

Even when I was a boy
I alway thought  I knew
what love  looked like.
She was curvy
soft and blonde
wIth beautiful blue eyes.

I looked for her for years
and she finaly showed up.
When she showed up
she was brunette wore glasses
that hid her brown eyes .
She hated my music
hated my freinds
and I the in the end
she hated me.

It was ten years
before  love returned again.
This time she had a
short blonde pixie cut.
Green eyes and a perma smile.
She taught me that when a
woman is smiling it does not
reflect what she is thinking.
She played music all the time
that someone  else
had once bought her.
She did buy me
my favorite ice cream though.
But she would eat it all
in midnight food binges.
as her music played.

I am now waiting for love
to come again.
It's been five years
but I know love
will show up.
I am sure of it.
when love left last time
I asked it to
leave my door open.
I kissed love softly goodbye.
and there were
no tears or regret.

I whispered softly to love.
Thanks for coming to visit me.
I love it when
you are around.
Dont be a stranger Love
come back and see me soon.

Even as a boy.
I always thought  I knew
what love  looked like.
She was soft curvy and blonde
with beautiful blue eyes.

I looked for her for years
and she finally showed up.
When she showed up
she was brunette wore glasses
that hid her brown eyes .
she hated my music
hated my friends
and in the end
she hated me.

It was ten years
before  love returned again.
This time she had a
short blonde pixie cut.
Green eyes and a perma smile.
She taught me that when a
woman is smiling it does not
reflect what she is thinking.
She played music all the time
that someone  else bought her.
She did buy me
my favorite ice cream though.
But she would eat it all
in midnight food binges.
as her music played.

I am now waiting for love
to come again.
It's been five years
but I know love
will show up.
I am sure of it.
when love left me I asked it to
leave my door open.
I kissed love softly goodbye.
And there were no tears.

I whispered softly to love.
thanks for coming to visit me.
I love it when you are around.
Don't be a stranger Love.
come back and see me soon.

Sing to me with your beauty
take all my breath away..
Lift me like a feather love.
Take me through another day.

Hold me ‘til I fall in love
Hold me in forever love
Never go away.

Let me see your beauty
when the night bird
sings it song.
Dry my falling tear drops love.
When morning takes too long

Hold me ‘till I fall in love
hold me in forever love.
Never go away

Take me to your bridal bed
When wedding bells have rung.
Love me soft and tenderly.
Love me sweet and long.

Hold me ‘till I fall in love
hold me in forever love.
Never go away

Take me to our children.
Waiting to be born.
Take me to the kitchen
With coffee every morn.

*Hold me ‘till I fall in love.
Hold me in forever love
Just
Never go away

I know you and I
are not about poetry.
Love songs and roses
are just ******* to you.
We fight like cat and dog
And burn like animals in heat
when we make up on the bed.
But I have to say something.
So you know what's inside me.
Waiting to be heard.
Needing to be said.
Just the way that you toss
Your hair before a
morning coffee.
Burns the **** out of me.

In the bluest of light the moon bloomed tenderness
I do to you what the silverlight does to the night.
And our needs came home again from the wilderness.

In feathered light we quiver in gentleness
Heat and passion burns deep in delight
In the bluest of light the moon bloomed tenderness

And our hearts became one in our togetherness
Skin upon skin in the silvered night.
And our needs came home again from the wilderness.

Such passion is beyond all sinfulness.
In trembling skins we feel so right
In the bluest of light the moon bloomed tenderness.

Fires raging within with passions measureless.
We lie content in heaven's sight
In the bluest of light the moon bloomed tenderness
And our needs came home again from the wilderness.