His final performance, his mood was contrite
His mating call lasted through most of the night
He sang a sweet melody to capture a mate
The nest is now empty for him, it's too late
A long time ago he was happy and free
He copulated with eagerness, and nestled upon the tree
The young were nurtured in order to mature
Each flew their own way equipped and secure
His mate no longer useful so death took its toll
Now the nest is empty as the Nightngale's soul
At early dawn, with his heart beating to a crawl
The Nightingale's final breath, the last curtain call

What if......two musicians sub-consciously were synchronized in time?
An epiphany they experienced but to us was sublime
Did Freddie know while he was composing Bohemian Rhapsody?
That Marvin Gaye was recovering from a personal tradegy
Marvin was compelled to write about the signs of the times
He began with mother, mother and then asked the questions why
Freddie wrote "mama I don't want to die"
Each calling out to mother but with a different cry
Freddie's words reflected self-acceptance and self-conflicted war
But Marvin realized the war related conflicts, the world chose to ignore
Freddie wanted us to"open our eyes and see"
While Marvin sang " talk to me so you can see," that was his plea
The harmonization between the two revealed the torments of conflict and pain
Each reasoned within their hearts the complexities of change
Marvin expressed his desire for the world to see " what's going on?"
Freddie in his operatic vibrato sang " nothing really matters to me"
"Anywhere the Wind Blows"

You ever notice at the beginning your were known as his baby
But as time goes by you are just a maybe
You loved and laughed it's so delicious
Now the words between you have become so viscious
His kisses were sweet so warm and tender
Another entered his space now he becomes the offender
He moved the earth with his sensual embrace
Those moments dissapated like Halley's comet in space
It was beautiful in the beginning, a love so deep
His memories are a waste, I hope he sows what he reaps
© 12/04/2018

Forsaken she was forced to live among those considered pure
Her rose colored appearance seduced the most worthily assured
Unfamiliar with the customs she adapted none the less
She hid her femininity adorned in modest dress
Naive and unaware of her affect upon others
She congregated in the meeting house with her fellow sisters and brothers
There he stood over the crowd mesmerized by her rare beauty
The passion arose in him but he held onto his duty
Eventually with time their love grew with intensity
Their insatiable passion they attributed to divinity
They could no longer hide the physical propensity
To ****** without regard for the choice they both made
Now her brazen red color has become a crusade
She was no longer an innocent but seen as a harlot
The beautiful red color is better known as scarlet
©1/15/2019

Do not be deceived by my beauty for I am turbulent like the sea
I appear calm but there is an undercurrent stirring within my belly
I am raging with passion but I cannot find release
Before the storm many have explored my waters and were satisfied
But I am discontented; suffering from an unrequited love
Drown and be baptized in my unfulfilled ocean of sorrow
Woe to those who dare to sail the waves of my emotion
Do not ignore my cries
They emerge in tidal waves from the deep
The winds are saturated with my tears, beating against the barge
What I seek is a soul, pure enough to embrace my sorrow
A sacrifice of true love to succumb to the sea
© 1/09/2019

What is it really?
The substance of who I am?
Is it just a phase?
Does it exhibit the true elements my face displays?
Is it my inner parts?
Does it truly reflect mirror images that flow from my heart?
It is pretentious, ridiculous, ostentatious, relentless
Vanity, insanity, outrageous
Beautiful!
© 7/30/2018

During the time we are apart
I long to hear the beating of his heart
Longing to feel the strength of his embrace
Stirring my soul between time and space
The warmth of his love ignites my desire
The golden circle binds our union with fire
True love, momentous, magical and free
My love, hear my heart, and come to me
©2018