Trapped within my web of fantasy.
Floating upon the sea of desires.
Searching for the master of dreams,
to set this lady’s heart afire.

A touching of the minds
and a seducing of heart.
Loving them tenderly,
only to quietly depart.

Mesmerized by the fire,
caught within the dancing flames.
No thoughts of the costs,
no casting out of blame.

Thinking not of the future,
with no regrets of the past.
Living in the precious moment,
letting one feel my touch.
Just to end my torment.
Trying only to make it last.



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Duke was admiring his puppy self in the mirror,
when upon his nose a bright red spot did appear.
Turning his head first to the left, then to the right,
studying his nose and this strange red dot so bright.

His young Master Ryan had red dots across his nose.
“Freckles” Ryan had told the pup, with eyes so sad.
So if it was a freckle it was also bad.

Ryan,  his best friend was human, you see.
Duke was a puppy, one day a dog to be.
Humans sometimes got freckles.
Dogs sometimes got fleas.

He remembered another time,
When he had found a flea.
That was so long ago.
But not like this one, that
in the light seemed to glow.

Maybe if he barked, it would go away.
“ WOOF!” He said, and still it stayed.
Scared, his master Ryan he went to find.
lying his head in Ryan’s lap, he whined.

Ryan looked at his pup and laughed with glee,
a the red spot on his puppy’s nose he did see.
Duke looked up and was surprised to see,
that Ryan had hundreds of the same red fleas.

In the room Ryan’s Mother came,      
“So this is where my glitter went” She exclaimed.
Ryan laughed at his Mom and Duke was relieved.
This strange red spot that had made him so bitter,
was not a freckle or a flea, but only red glitter.


Kathleen Kohl/Levinski

From my Dark Watcher Series;

You touched my skin, with hands of a lover,
though you had not the right.
You took that, which belonged only to me,
without any thoughts of foresight.
You talked to me with evil lies,
taking away a child’s’ face.
You brought a deadly fear into the heart,
which no amount of love could erase.

Sword of passion, you destroyed an innocent,
replacing a trusting heart with shame.
Tearing my world apart with every touch,
whispering that it be in God’s name.
My soul now empty, forever searching
for that, stolen so ruthlessly in the past.
Trying to heal, yet finding it hard to believe.
Seeking a future, an oasis, in a desert so vast.

How? Once again I ask of you,
could you so callously abuse my trust?
You took an innocent faith, and my love,
Casting it out with the fulfillment of your lust.


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But a mere whisper amongst
a universe of unspoken words.
A thought never voiced, yet heard.

Breathing shells, encasing hopes
and dreams.
Hearts that are easily shattered by the
silent screams.

Who are we?
A tear swallowed in a river of pain.
A smile given with nothing to gain.
Gentle touches that shout of love.
The ability to find peace in the
tender coo of a dove.

Who are we?
But the rustle of a soft breeze, that creates
ballets through oak leaves, or just the
imagination that allows us to be.


Kathleen M. Kohl/Levinski

From my Dark Watcher Series;

You came into my life,
offering me your heart.
I could be what you needed,
and be loved and protected,
I felt it could be a good start.
Your hands taught me pleasure,
the same hands also brought pain.
Your words could bring the sunshine,
but more often they brought the rain.
I looked to you for answers,
for you were older in age.
Then I began to see in you,
the ghost of simmering rage.
Fear and control, gains respect,
you would righteously boast.
Searching for your goal with
cruel words, and hands,
only to succeed in hurting
the ones you claimed to love most.
So much goodness in you, so
much love and tenderness.
How could such a good-hearted man,
show his family they meant so much less?
Now your children are almost grown,
the woman you love wants to leave.
Now you feel the need in you, to
say the things she needed to hear.
Let her know that you love her,
and always want her near.
You know in her heart there are feelings,
though she is pushing them away.
Can you close the gap between you
before those good thoughts also fade?
She says “I wish I could say, that I can
forget the past, that all I want is for this
relationship to last.
But pretend I will no longer do.
I don’t want my sadness, or decision
to cause you anymore pain, I just have
a great need in my heart for more sunshine,
and much less rain.”

Kathleen Kohl/Levinski

From my Dark Watcher Series

Standing in the shadowy dusk,
watching sadly as another love dies.
Tears of blood being silently shed,
from a heart torn savagely apart.
So much pain and despair inside.
Arms reaching out as if to hold,
a loved one near enfolds only air.
Fearful sobs, there is no reprieve.
The sheen of a blade as it glistens,
in the dim streetlight’s afterglow,
arches above a heart laid bare.
Reaching out a hand to capture,
the soul as it flees the body.
One more of God’s beautiful angels
again to be felled by love…
Sealing his black bag of souls,
as another tear falls unchecked.


Kathleen Kohl/Levinski

From my Dark Watcher Series;

A heart carries a shield, which to hold at bay,
the demons of the night, that want to play.
Warding off the tears, that joins the game,
with feelings of hate, giving birth to shame.
Swords drawn, the duel begins once more,
sheathes of angry words, slamming doors.
Ruthless sparring that cuts to the soul,
their points dipped in poison, take their toll.
Lethal cuts, rivers of tears that run red,
through gouged cliffs of unknown dread.
Spiteful jousting of controlling speeds,
that ****** deep, to finish the fateful deed.

Kathleen Kohl/Levinski