When I saw you again today
I steam pressed all the wrinkles
out of my life.
A light switch flipped to on
And  the light bulb
illuminated in my heart.
Where our love story lives.
I could see it clear as day.
All the warm glows of before.
In bed on winter nights
you said lets place our hearts
together.
They will race to each other
and warm the sheets.
And for the life of me
I could not remember
Where we broke happy

Hello love.
Nice to see you again.
Lets sit down
and have a cigarette
together.
Light up my face
like a beacon.
As it always did
when we used
to sit together.
Lets talk about
the old times
When we first met.
.
Do you remember darling’?
You loved my long hair.
I loved yours.
You called me
your wild man.
I called you my baby girl.
We talked about
How many kids
we would make.
Where we would live
how we would
change the world.

People said
They are too young
They won’t last.
But we laughed
And said us?
Of course we will.

Where did it fall apart?
Maybe it was me
that changed.
Or perhaps it was you.
Yes it was
both of us
I think love.

Remember the
struggles we had.
It was endless.
Perhaps the road was
too winding and too long
Yes that was it.

I know I was not
enough for you.
And you did not
complete me.
But we had synergy
We were bigger together
Than both of us apart.

My God love
I was so happy back then.
Every day I had
a smile ear to ear.
Loving seeing you
falling into your kisses
Wow I still miss that.

Sit down and have
a cigarette with me love
Lets just sit quiet
Like we used to.
Just enjoying the moment.
You can gaze at the moon
And I will gaze in your eyes.
Lets just sit quiet together
just for a minute.

Within the glowing
warmth Of twilight fires
I know familiar and comforting
the gentle touch of your fingertips
tingling like tiny electrical pulses
trickling to my most wanton senses.
desire and need for you
replaceing dreamlike contentment.

I know the toutch of your lips on mine
the feel of your hair falling on my skin
the warmth of your breath as it mingles
with my own At a time when even our
lifeblood flows as one.

I know the feeling of softness
that can be transfered into a raging torrent
as my fingers touch your skin
the need of you burning like
a firebrand as I must submit
my soul to for a moment of
your comforts.

Iknow the taste of you
comingled like tropical
fruits of passion that you
feed to me slowly as they are soaked
in the sweetest of the summer wine.
I savour each of your flavours
like my last meal In my mortal life

I know the emptiness
as you take all my passions
and drain the last of them into you
as I suffer the death of contentment
all my fires quenched
by the moisture of our passion.

I know these moments are ours
I know they exist outside
the realms of dreams.
I know that I find inside them
the power I need to tread
the weary footpath
of life's journey

It was wednesday evening as always..
Like clockwork the old man
Took his regular seat in the mostly empty
basement bar fuull of yesterday's
so out of place
living in a lost time.
he ordered two glasses
Of white wine
and put a quarter
Into the old wurlitzer jukebox

Patsy Cline always patsy
no one else.
Her sentimental tones filled
The room in gentle sweetness
From another time.
the new patrons
knew he was back.

To spend one night with you,
in our old rendezvous
And reminisce with you,
that's my desire

It was here he had  always taken her
dancing talking falling in love.
Every possible wednesday.
Right upto the time that heavens
Whispers called to her she
followed their haunting sounds
And they took her away from him.

So long ago now so very long ago
Patsy crooned softly as always

To meet where gypsies play,
down in that dim cafe
And dance till break of day,
that's my desire

he felt her hand slip nto his as usual
He stepped into her arms as always
And they were young once more
and so in love.

They danced alone
on the small dance floor.
The outside world faded away.
Patsy joined them singing
So beautifully their song

We'll sip a little glass of wine,
I'll gaze into your eyes divine
I'll feel the touch of your lips,
pressing on mine
To hear you whisper low,
just when it's time to go
Darling, I love you so,
that's my desire

he looked into ber beautiful eyes
Tilted her chin upward
And kissed her softly
Then as he sat down
tired and old.
She faded into the nightglow
He whispered softly
See you next Wednesday
My darling

As he left the café
He could hear patsy
Almost whispering
The last refrains
of his favorite song.

**That's my desire
That's my desire

Thats my desire


It was Wednesday evening
Like clockwork the old man
took his seat at his usual table
in the mostly empty
basement bar and ordered
two glasses of white wine
He put a quarter
Into the ancient Wurlitzer jukebox
full of records from another time.
Patsy Cline always Patsy
sprang into romantic melody
Her sentimental tones filled
The room in gentle sweetness
The years melted like ice in spring.

To spend one night with you,
in our old rendezvous
And reminisce with you,
that's my desire

It was thier song
It was here he always took her

dancing talking falling in love.
Every possible Wednesday.
Right up to the time heavens
whispers called to her she
followed their haunting sounds
and they took her away from him.

So long ago now
so very long ago.
Patsy crooned softly as always

To meet where gypsies play,
Down in that dim cafe
And dance till break of day,
that's my desire

Then as he fell almost into a dream
She took his hand as usual
He stepped into her arms
And they were young once more.
and so in love.
They danced alone
on the small dance floor.
The outside world faded away.
Patsy joined them singing
So beautifully their song

We'll sip a little glass of wine,
I'll gaze into your eyes divine
I'll feel the touch of your lips,
pressing on mine
To hear you whisper low,
just when it's time to go
Darling, I love you so,
that's my desire

he looked into her beautiful eyes
gently tilted her chin upward
and kissed her softly

Then as he sat down
She faded into the nightglow
of mystery.
He whispered softly
See you next Wednesday
My darling

As he left the cafe
in the cold night air.
He could hear patsy
Almost whispering
The last refrains

*That's my desire
That's my desire

Now and then Magnetism rules.
I remember when we first met
I was pulled by it towards you
you met me half way.
as you were pulled
by its relentless grip.
Then as we stuck together
we became one
Unable to pull apart
from the magnetic force.
All I ever wanted
was there as part of me.
We cant keep
our hands off each other
like children in a toy store
wanting everything they see
that’s us.

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.

The Alchemist
A Poem
By
Jude Kyrie


*The morning is cool for midsummer
it’s too early for the warming rays of the
Golden sunlight to reach the surface
of spaceship earth.
Yet over the lake in the horizon
a kiss of a breeze on my cheek
promises a glorious day ahead.
Then the giant globe of the suns orb
Lifts itself over the rippling pristine waters
of the Canadian lake.
It sends the very first rays of light
in streams lighting
Dewdrops nestling on the leaves
of the shoreline trees like teardrops.
It lights thgem first a yellow glow
then as it rises a little they can resist no longer
and turn into a pure sparkling gold.
I am seeing alchemy from nature itself
turning water droplets into glimmering gold.
My old heart rises with the vision.
Even the tears from a thousand of life’s
past wounds
light up for the moment
how could they not.
they too are part of this alchemist wonder
they turn from salty water
To shining brilliant gold.
And for the moment
all is tranquil and perfect.

The Angel

the strangest thing was
Wben I awoke
from my drunken stupor.
The drunk tank was empty.
Except for me..
The foul smelling
mix of ***** and defecation
Still  filled my nostrils.
The wrenching of my stomach,
Told me I had  survived another binge..
The half light of a moonbeam
Peeped in through the window bars
of my familiar cell.
Thats when I saw her.
She stood over me so white
Glowing Translucent lightness.
kindness glowing in  her face
i looked deep into her beautiful eyes.
Oh her eyes
so pure and beautiful.
She knelt beside me
Folded her wings of gossamer
About me.
she had tears in her eyes.
Are you not tired of this?
she asked softly.
Do you not want to enjoy the
beautiful world he made for you.
Do you want your children back?
She prayed for me.
For me a worthless drunk.
she was weeping for me.
Her tears fell onto my head
Like a baptism
I feel reborn.
She knelt in the human
waste in the filthy cell
And prayed for me.
Then she melted into the light.
That was the day
I stopped drinking

She found me alone in the darkness.
I had seen her before.
We were not strangers.
He face pale and beautiful.
Her lips red as blood.
She touched my hair
like a mother.
Are you ready she whispered.?
Yes milady I am ready.
I have called upon you many times.
Yet you refused my kiss.
Yes milady, I whispered.
Why?
I was afraid milady.
Are you afraid now old man?
No milady.
Not now.
Then kiss my lips.
I touched my lips to hers.
The pain went with my breath.
And she held me to her breast.
Folded her dark wings
About my frail body.
And we left it behind.
As we flew into the night
far above the dark sky.
Where the sunlight
never ends.

There is assonance in all living things.
Even within the flower power
of a dandelion.
Growing stubbornly
in the cracks of the pavement.

Where no flower should grow.
Where the footfall of busy humans
will tread it down.
Yet it ignores these dangers
and stubbornly blooms.

Is it meaningless?
Or does its story resonate
an anthem In the universe.?
Can its stubborn strength
save the world?

Is it touching
everyone and everything
With its butterfly effect.?

Or can it perhaps  just save me?
From my smoulering desires.
From my needs wants and lust.
From my loneliness.
Like the warmth
of a dreamed embrace
In the coldest darkness of night.

Can it end the burning cauldron
Of loneliness inside me.
This aching,
This raging need,
This smoldering fire.
This latent heat.

I sit quietly watching you
In the jungle overgrowth
of our living room.

Shape shifting between
a man eating lion.
And a lamb of peace.
.
I pour you a large shot
of raw burning whisky.
I hear the silent growling
Of your beast inside you.

Yet I feed you your poison.
Submissively placating you
Just in the hopes you
will not **** me.

The inner ciity school was big and noisy.
I remember being scared and ovewhelmed.
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 would 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

Looking into the depths
of the timeless night sky.
Stars from far away
Perhaps as far away as forever.
Did we all come from there?
Or was there one big bang.
An explosion of cosmic forces.
Travelling through
the infinite nothingness.
Colliding in the vacuum
of darkest space.
Creating all we see.
The sun and moon.
The planets and stars.
Just one initial bang.
That created such magnificence.
Almost as though
Some powerful Godlike being.
Had commanded
“Let there be light”

The big man with a crooked smile and big hands
By
jude kyrie

A long long time ago
Way before digital took over the planet.
My grandfather was  an airman in WW2.

He never dropped a single bomb
or even fired a weapon in that war..or any war.
In fact he was a bit of a pacifist.
live and let live was his way.

The only trigger he ever pulled
Was on his beloved camera.
Instead  he aimed camera lenses
at the Germans snapping their country
From the air
Lay upon his belly and on the planes belly.

Back at the American airbase
Deep in the quaint  UK country village.
he printed his photographs.
enough to cover an airfield.
He always had a faint odor
of fixer and developer chemicals.

He met an English lady in the darkroom.
They printed their photographs together
mixing the fixer and developer.
She got used to his crooked smile and big hands
He got used to her being there.

When the war ended he returned to the states
and opened a camera and photography shop.
He built a big darkroom by his own hands.
when it was finished he went back to England
on a cargo ship to save money.

He found the lady from in the darkroom.
he asked her to marry him.
Kneeling on one knee at her cottage doorway.
Holding a small bunch of flowers
that looked even tinier in his huge hand.
and she accepted his proposal and married him.
At the old stone church in her village.

when they returned to New York
he showed her the darkroom he built for them.
On the door was a note
held by a thumbtack
It said I fell in love with you
in the dark.
but I want you to follow the light
with me for the rest of our lives.

A year later my dad was born
with a crooked smile and big hands
and also his love of photography.
He had the eye for
color and shadow and light.

After I was born I did not follow the
love of photography.
But would get into trouble at school
for writing poems in the margins
of my work books.

I received a late phone call the other day
Grandma  passed away peacefully in her sleep.
She left her small apartment to me.

As I sorted through her belongings
I found the  note that grandpa
pinned on the darkroom door
When she married him.
And I was moved to tell this story.

Follow the light once more Grandma love.
look for a big man with a crooked smile
and big hands he's waiting for you.

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

Within the blueness of smoke rings
I see her.Beautiful sweet smile again
On his arm she looks so lovely
In my hand a glass of Champagne.
​​​​​
We used to sit together
at that table in this bar.
Her eyes so bright and blue
Now she sits here
so very close to you.

Don’t let her look
don’t let her see
Please don’t let her turn
to look at me

.for she may think I'm weeping
With my heart bursting with regret
She walks over to me
She says Tony are you crying
Your eyes are red and wet.
​​​​​​
I smile and whisper softly
I'm just fine honey.
It's just the smoke arising
from my forgotten cigarette

The book of love is singing
all of loves sweet songs
it's pages turn so sweetly
the stories old and long

I watch you by the firelight
reading that book again
lighting up the dark night
reading to me loves flame.

I love it when you read to me
of loves of long ago
with words that fall as softly
as the gentle falling snow.

the music in the book
sings songs of loves refrain
I hear your sweet voice singing
oh sing to me again

never lose that book of love
your stories never grow old
I love it when you read to me
more than riches wealth or gold

The book of love
by
Jude Kyrie


The book of love is singing
all of loves sweet songs
it's pages turn so sweetly
the love stories old and long

I watch you by the firelight
reading that book again
lighting up the dark night
reading to me loves flame.

I love it when you read to me
of loves of long ago
with words that fall as softly
as the gentle falling snow.

the book of love has music
singing songs of loves refrain
I love it when you sing to me
oh! sing to me again

Never lose that book of love
your stories never will grow old.
I love it when you read to me.
More than riches wealth or gold

The night wind blooms
on gossamer wings.
Melodious notes calling
as the nightingale sings.
It takes me to places
that I have not seen.
We drown in loves sins
that not yet have been.
We float to the very
edge of the night.
Where darkness fades
and begins the light.
I see visions
of all what now may be.
As loves moonlight shines
over land and the sea.

The bullet was random.
To everyone else that is.
To me it was particular.
It hit me in the forehead.
Apparently if anyone
deserved it it was me.

They said it ruined my career
I was the best lawyer in the city.
But it didn't  
it changed me is all,
thats for sure it did.

I lost my memory
Had to learn everything
from scratch
Just like a kid again.

I found out later I did not
Like who I was before.
I hated what I did
Before bullet day.

I quit being a lawyer
I could not stand the lies.
I had lied and cheated on my wife
.a beautiful lady told me
she was my lover.
I told her I did not know her
And I was happily married.
With a beautiful daughter.
She left weeping.

My young daughter
taught me how
To tie my shoelaces.
How to read again with
**** jane and spot.

I limp pretty bad now
Brain damage they say.
I talk softer and care more.
Then my beautiful wife started
to care about me again.

She kissed me and
Showed me how
to make love to her.
She was new to me
And I was new to her.
It was our second first time.
Just as exciting as I could imagine.
Just like the first time must have been.
The one that I could not remember.

I asked of her how did we first meet
She says at a party
I swept her off her feet
The new me can not sweep
anything but the kitchen floor.

Then she said we met again
After a big storm  in our life.
Just recently and I needed her
So badly and that she needed me.
And that my daughter has fallen in love
With her new gentle caring dad.
The one with a bullet
lodged in his brain.
The one that is childlike
And is totally sure of
what is right and wrong.
But most of all the one that
Hates his old self
And loves his new found family
More than life itself.

We downsized
A small country cottage
But it glows in the night
From all of the love
That lives inside
its humble walls

Sometimes in the quietness
Of the evening
I say a prayer of thanks
And forgiveness
For the man
Who shot me in the head.
His aim must have been guided
by the angels

It was the day before you left
I remember the breakfast
then the walk.
The floral gardens are so lovely
in the early summer.

Focused perfectly
you framed in roses
within the arch
of the climbing rose arbor
Somewhere a windchime
was lilting.

Looking now
at the last photograph
I would take of you.
They say the clicking camera
tells no lies

Your ashen loveless face
Was saying the goodbye
I heard this morning.

Sitting on a snow capped window sill
in the hospital a little boy so ill
the tiny faery shed a tear
so much sadness
with blessed Christmas so near.
Outside the snowflakes
cover the town.
Soft and gentle
like feathered down.
.the tiny boy once eyes so bright
would not last another night.
Flying inside she kissed his head.
Sitting with him on his bed.
She sent a message on a dove
to the faery queen up high above.
The magic he needs is beyond my reach.
Please save him my Queen I do beseech.
Take his fever from his sweet brow.
Dont let his soul leave the world just now.
Make him well make him strong
Fill his sweet heart with Christmas song.
The faery Queen peeked through a cloud.
Her little fairy crying aloud.
It was Angel Bell she knew her well.
the naughtiest fairy in Fairyland.   
But she was holding his tiny hand.
Angel Bell cried I will never again be bad.
Please save the little human lad.
The Queen led the faery folk in song
Let him be well let him be strong
Fill his heart with Christmas Song
We make him well the faery way.
To live and play on Christmas day.
His Mom was crying
when she heard the phone
It was her son
Mom Come bring me home

The circular Stairway

When you left me after forever.
The stars became your friends.
The night became mine.
People told me give it time
They said
take tiny steps
one day after another
Its just like learning to walk again
after a broken leg.
But I have taken all the steps
Day after day and night after night
Sometimes I lose my footing
And fall down the long stairway
that I have climbed so high
I can touch the stars that know you.
I can speak to the moon.
But after the terrible journey
A sadness falls over me
And grief mocks my fight.
Acceptance calls me
Like the whispering breeze
In the swaying willows
I now look down
on a desolate world.
I now know what is wrong.
Your friend the stars told me.
Once more I stand on the first step.
and I understand you have gone.

The City

**Danger hangs from night clouds
like spiders webs.
Fear of the violence
Tremors the earth beneath me
like earthquakes.
Yet through the windows
of my towers.
The city shimmers
and stands firm.
It does not run away.
It stands it ground
It whispers work in me
Live in me.
Play in me.
I shall not rest ever.
If you cut off one of my buildings.
I shall grow another
I was here before your
Violence
I shall be here
when you are dead
So do your worst
I do not care
For I am the city
And these people
Are my children.
It will always be so.

The Star Collector

a poem

by

Jude Kyrie

I am writing poems
to the ghost once more.
The ones that wail in the space
where my heart once lived.
Where sadness dwells in oceans
and longing drowned in their depths.
Let the ink spill in blue words
like veins onto the paper.
Once you collected all the stars
From the galaxy.
You pressed them into my eager hands.
To guide you through
All the darkness of life you said.
How could I ever stop the gods
from taking you away?
The one who could collect stars.
When you left I folded my heart
into a love letter.
And slipped it quietly into your soul.
To take with you to eternity.
I promised myself to stop
writing to the ghost.
But they are all the
comfort that remains,
So I write to them one more time.
As the dying embers of your stars
fade in my hands one by one

the colors of lonely

Light grey rains that fall forever.
drenching me to the soul

White soft falling snow
endless and growing deeper.
Until it covers the world

Dark indigo blue nights
when the moon
Weeps in its sad memories.

The vapour of sea mist
On the foggy deserted oceans
with only the lost cry
of an unseen gull.

The red brick house
in its crescendo
of absolute silence.

A brown hope chest of dreams
that is full to the brim.

My red heart
on days like this one.

The Colors of Love are a Rainbow
A short story of life
By
Jude Kyrie

How can anyone be so stunningly beautiful and yet be a total ***** he thought.
He had fallen in love with Meg for all the wrong reasons.
She nearly wore the bed out in his small apartment he thought his spaceship  had crash landed on planet **** for the six months he dated her.
Then he married her
That's when it changed.
Yes for sure it was then.

He should write a book
Just two word long
a sure fire ******* best seller.

How to cure a Nymphomaniac
By Harry Proctor
Marry Them
The End

She was bossy and mean
Do this do that
Are you never getting up the garden's overgrown you idle *****.
**** the garden i said under my breath.
Get in here for some more nookie.

I think it was after a year I hated her guts.
Get over here and fix the TV  remote you useless ****.
GGGGRRRRR
I mouthed ***** and she heard me whisper ******* Harpie.
She went quiet I thought maybe
I just need to get a pair and stand up to her.
She reached me in the kitchen and delivered
a three-pointer right in my goolies.
*** ***
I thought I was going to have three Adam's apples.

She took me to bed later
When all was functioning again
She was ******* incredible
she could do things the girls did
in the naughty, man magazines I kept hidden.
I met Annette and her husband at a street party.
It must be thirty years ago now.
God, I never believed in love at first sight but she got me.
Soft spoken blue eyed ***** *** I wanted her.
It was mutual.
but we didn't take it to its conclusion she was married to Bill
And I had Meg my ******* nightmare harpie.
She noticed me ogling Annette and cut my *** off for six weeks.
I laughed at her make it a ******* year I don't care.
After three months
she took me back to her bed
my tongue hanging out to my toes
the dog was starting to look good.
And ****** the rest of my brains out on the bed.
God to her  that sack was like a pool table to a hustler.

She said don't you even think of trying to get a divorce
she was slicing a big tomato with Henkel carver extra slow so ******* malevolent.
Imagine your useless **** on here she smiled menacingly
as a thin skinny slice of tomato fell on the cutting board.
You belong to me Harry
Don't you ever forget it,
She scared the bejabbers out of me .

I tried to relive all my sins
but I can't think of one bad enough to deserve this
….I almost used the C word--
it was on the tip of my tongue
but my aversion therapy flooded in.

I had used it as a boy on my buddy
when he missed a penalty in the school playoffs
my mom had heard.
And even now whenever I try to use it I can taste lye soap.

So I changed it to the B word.

After thirty-five years she was hit by a truck and was killed instantly.
All I could think was
I hope the poor truck driver is alright.
And then dancing around the living room.
IM FREE __IM FREE----  IM FREE
YEAHHHHHH!!!


I decided to go to church again
He had finally answered one of my ******* prayers.
I found God at the age of  Fifty- eight.

I saw Annette in the church
she was older but still filled a great bra.
She said harry sorry for your loss
I looked sad and down at the floor
put my poor ******* Harry face on.
And thought
Don't make me laugh Annette
I got chapped lips.

She came over a week later.
She was in my bed ready for a Harry Special.
I had waited thirty ******* years for this.
Get ready girl Dr. Loves just a moment away.

Then on the dresser in front of me.
Was a picture of our wedding day
She was beautiful just like I remembered.
God I couldn't wait to get her out of that ******* dress.
I think I had an ******* for the whole service.
I could hardly remember the words.
Do you take this woman-----a mile away
You're **** tooting
I'll take this woman
Wait while I get her in that hotel.
And give her America's favorite breakfast
A roll in bed with honey.

Then it hit me like a ******* black shadow
I sat on the edge of the bed.
The long lusted Annette ready to trot.
But I was
Weeping like a child
with my head in my hands.
I said to Annette.
I am sorry honey.
I just can't do it
I just didn't realize
how much I loved my wife.

Today was a good day
I did not think of you.
My busy life grabbed me
and left no space
for you to invade.

Just for a few hours.
No you to control me
demand of me all I have.
Time at lunch to relax
read a magazine
fix my make up.
To breathe fresh air
in the park.

Just for a few minutes
I was me again.
Free just me.

Then in an instant
I see you in my head.
Then like a high tide
floods the shore
in relentless waves.

all the thoughts I fought
roll over me.
No air I can’t breathe
I am dying.
And the last thing I see
Is your face.

The Dark
The room had been dark
for my lifetime.
Always dark.
Without windows or lamp.
Why do I stay here?
Perhaps because
Its dark cool and safe.
people scare me,
the light scares me.
I have been here
for a long time.
I wont come out
I have seen the light before.
As a young man.
I saw the gaiety
the laughter
the excitement
yes the romance.
Ahh! the romance.
I saw her when
she unbundled
her hair for me.
She took my heart
No! it was my soul.
When she ate it.
I was left here
in the dark,
in this room,
forever.

Darkened muse

In the dark night
where uncertainty exist.
Feel the power of the muse.
Let it fall upon your naked skin.
Like rain from the heavens.
Find the need that flows the words
that are living inside your heart.
Let them pour down your face
like tears too long hidden
let her touch the parts of you
that release all you are.
All you can be.
For you are a poet
A dreamer of feelings.
A writer of truths
She is a lover
let her free
to release you.
Die in her embrace
but write write write
until the blood
is drained from you.

The day I fell in love with you.
\By
Jude Kyrie

We were just children
when I fell in love with you.
I Remember the sky
was deep  summer blue.
The lake was blue
Even the dragonflies that skimmed
the lake water were blue.
I was black and blue
Stepfathers are not always kind.

You saw me sitting on the dock
My feet hanging into the cool water
I can feel your slim arm
Fold over my shoulder
And you're too blonde hair
fell like my teardrops
as it fell onto my back.

I fought back the tears
That your small act of kindness.
Dragged from my young eyes.
I ached to turn and kiss you.
To smell the freshness of
the summer wind in your hair.

But the courage had been
beaten from me.
By him who stole
the joy of my childhood.
Replacing it with
pain and violence.

So I sat quietly
I am sorry I did not
shout my love that filled
my young heart
so loud it would have carried
Along the surface of the lake.
all the way to the sea.

I wrote love poems to you
But never sent them.
And I let you move away
without saying goodbye.

All My life through the years
I have searched for the little
fruit of sweetness and warmth
You gave to me that day.
The one we bit into
until the juices
drained down our shirts.

I will find it again.
As I will find you.
For I am now healed
And my love for you
Will be loud and clear
As I shout it
from the rooftops
for the whole world to hear.*


Authors note
let childhood glow

The day the music died.

We were all seventeen or eighteen.
The jungles of Nam were waiting
like dark visions in nightmare.
You get to be close as soldiers
more than brothers
more than wives.
The clearing was pretty
the feeling of an opening
in the dark trees
of the  jungle was a relief.
Then the light faded
eaten by some monster.
The flowers of our youth ended
in only a few minutes.
The tracer bullets lined
all the way to thier targets.
The petals of our childhood
fell like snow.
The imprints
of the carnage were
indelible tattoos
on our memories.
Out ofsixty boys
only five of us got out.
the dreams of my life
we're tainted red
from that day.
I visited the clearing
a few years ago.
wartime enemies
turn into just people
when the blood is dried
and flowers grow on
old battlefields.
I knelt down and
said a prayer.
Not to an uncaring God
but to my friends
who lost their youth
and futures in this jungle.
For whom weeping tears
was  just not enough.

The day you died
The blood in my veins froze
No heartbeat ticked ever again
And summer stayed frozen
With the chill of winter.

The day you died
The willows touched
the water of the river
Swaying in weeping sadness.
The moon turned its face to heaven
And the sun wept tears of rain.
Yet all of this mourning
Was left unnoticed
By the torn shreds of my soul
Shaking in their misery
At the loss of you.

Sometimes I pretend I am a ghost
Visiting your grave in the hope
You would see me and jump
Into my arms.
But other times like now
I just miss you
And wonder when
I will find something
that is worth living for.

She has dedicated her life
to love and romance
affection always craved
and never withheld.
Living in a dreamlike
state of untruths
that to her were
as honest as the day.

In dreams she lies in green meadows
the wind curving the golden barley.
Her heart is as permanent
as the stones
her love unlimited and given freely.

She knew men that she called her lovers.
They drained their needs
and desires Into her
and she loved them.
She bore their children
and gave them all she had.
When they left her
she lost a small piece
of her heart.
Sometimes they took a big piece.

After many years
she had none left to give.
But still she gave of herself to them.
When she died she lay rested
Below the swaying branches
of the weeping willow.
as they caressed her headstone.
And all the wildflowers in the meadows.
Turned to face her grave
To glow in her sweet warmth
even in death

The Death Of A Romantic Lady

*She has dedicated her life to love
affection craved and never withheld.
Living in a dreamlike state of untruths
that to her were as honest as the day.
In dreams she lies in green meadows
the wind curving the golden barley.
Her heart is as permanent as the stones
her love unlimited and free.
She knew men that she called lovers.
They drained their needs and desires
Into her and she loved them.
She bore their children and gave them all
When they left her she lost a small piece
of her heart.
Sometimes they took a big piece
After many years she had none left to give.
But still she gave herself to them|
When she died she lay rested
Below the swaying branches
Of the weeping willow
And the flowers turned to her grave
To feel her warmth even in death

when our children
are lost in their dreams
You asleep lay safe
in the night hours of silence.
I slip quietly downstairs
and sit by the window.
Pour a glass of scotch
and pour its fire
onto my throat.

She dances back in my mind
the only woman I need and want.
Breathing fire hotter
than the whiskey on my throat.

She relights fire in my *****
where it was burning
all that time ago.
Still lay there as hot coals.
A Fire that has burned in me
before in many other lifetimes.

In my head old music plays
once shared with her.
Music of sadness
that is still sugar sweet.

Drowning in the waters
of her darkness
Caught in the memory
of her kisses.

Living inside me
the need of her, the desire.
Wound tighter than
a clockwork spring.


The need that the love
of the wife asleep upstairs.
relieves but cannot unwind.
The one that brings me here
in my shame.

I know one day
she will return for me.
To reclaim her birthright.
red lips and soft cleavage
that my demons want.

She has the key
the power to take me
as she pleases.
She is my fate
my destiny
my drug of choice.

And though I kneel
before you each day
as husband and
father to our children.

You do not know
the truth of me..
When you reach to me
for my comfort.
And I take you in our bed.
It is the flecks of grey
in her blue eyes I see.

I am no more than
an imposter in your bed.
And I know in time
there will be the devil to pay.

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.

She was beautiful
but in dark way.
I was no more
than origami to her.
She could shape me
anyway she wanted.
Her creases hurt me
but she did not care.
I realized that I loved her.
When I found myself
making excuses
for why she hurt me so badly.
Sometimes the pain
from her hurts
Was too much for me to bear.
She would see my tears
and for a moment
she was kind and gentle
to me.
I asked her
Why do you play with me
like that.?
She gave me her beautiful smile.
and the answer I already knew.
Because I can
and I am too old
to play with dolls.

The sun melts in misty haziness.
I flow with its tranquil mood
as the wind from the ocean
sends a layer of
fine sand from the dunes
onto my porch.
The dunes  whisper to me
with the seagrass
bending like barley
in the late summer.
They whisper in
the language of the seabirds
the salted wind.
It speaks to me of freedom
and wild waves..
If such choices are permitted
when my time here is finished
I will return as sand and not dust.
The gulls will see me
as I fly with them.
Silently yet
shouting my freedom.
In the crescendo
of the eternal blowing
sea winds.

I have tried so hard to keep her out.
She burns me in the name of love.
But she is ice and it melts my skin
Like flames when she embraces me.

The moon catches the light
spilled by the sun
It pours it into my memory
In  starless  nights.

I tore out my heart
So it could not hurt anymore.
and stitched the wounds
So she could not get inside me.

But when the dead stars
spill there ancient light.
I find her tearing at the stiches
In my chest.
Trying to get back in.

I don’t love her
I don’t think I know how
any more.
My hands are red
with my own blood.

All that exist
is the Abyss below
Yet I just stand at its edge
And peer down
Into its blackness.
this is the heaviest
of all my lost burdens

The Egg

The sun is the yoke
of the world’s egg.
So large it encompasses all things.
But we had our own egg.
You and I my love.
It kept all our love inside
It’s delicate shell.
Warm and nurturing love.
Would help it to grow
until the love inside its shell
became alive and would
find its way into the world.
Where it could be inside
the shell around the sun
To grow to infinite scale.
But I was impatient
To see the love
growing in our egg.
I cracked it with a spoon.
And the love was not ready
and withered away.