Deamons and marvels
Winds and tides
Far away already, the sea has ebbed
And you
Like seaweed slowly carressed by the wind
In the sands of the bed you stir, dreaming
Deamons and marvels
Winds and tides
Far away already, the sea has ebbed
But in your half-opened eyes
Two small waves have remained
Deamons and marvels
Winds and tides
Two small waves to drown me

I walked along the mountain stream
Where dancing sunbeams shone and gleamed

It was such a peaceful place
The gentle breeze carressed my face

I came across a country stile
Where I could sit and think awhile

Far  away  from  this  dangerous  world
The  natural  beauty  just  unfurled.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK  2016.

Lost in the tides of emotion
The silk of smiles carressed his chin
Leaving a soothing sensation
That happiness wasn't a sin

Will tenderness take him over ?
What does he feel, the Man of Lavender ?

Lost in the touch of other eyes
A wooden fear invades his lips
And no matter how hard he tries
Behind his hands, confidence slips

Will certainty take him over ?
What does he need, the Man of Lavender ?

Lost in the cold of people's mind
The freezing words pervade his head
What sort of silence can he find
Between the things he never said ?

Will any warmth take him over ?
What does he see, the Man of Lavender ?

Lost in words thrown way too much
That became stones way too heavy
For his true soul he'll always search
And he'll find it one day maybe

Will the feelings take him over ?
What will he be, the Man of Lavender ?

hurt.
my heart hurts when the wrong words are spoken and the words don't..... stop.
pain.
i feel it deep, like no other, piecing my veins until a......pop.
penetrating the depths of my existence, why am i here? don't tell me. i dont wanna hear it.
lies
you said you'll love me for my heart, but dont you come near it
reason
my purpose is yet to be exposed like the, dark, long black hair, of the one who wear the hijab.
reason.
my purpose is to what? to be loved and be lied to.
pain
defining my person. my past present and my future. possessing anything good is no longer in my nature
dark
morning when the sun is shining at its brightest, birds calling me to take on the day, but the request is denied
blocked of all sunrays, no beams shine thru.
heart... like my room.
cold and dark, empty and....
my heart is heavy, i cant seem to see past...
pain.
how to deal with
pain
how to live past the
hurt
life
purpose..... my purpose
what is my purpose
reason
what is my reason for my pain
no pointing fingers, but baby you are the one to blame
before... there once was a time when i was... full of life... full of purpose,  sunrays, and positivity . you took it from me...
and i take it back
with every fiber of my being i reclaim the happy me
pain
can only be felt, it  grabbed me aggressively and carressed  me
i thought i was ok
to feel
pain....
i no longer feel the pain from you
but from the generation who yet has to feel
your... pain

Last night seem to be a bit of a blurr to me
As a matter of fact I have a head-ache and short term memory
Now I know I went to the club had fun and downed a thousand drinks
But I just don't remember how this morning I ended up on this street
I remember a touch so soft and a whisper so sweet
I don't know y my fly is open shirt buttoned backwards and I can't find my keys
I got this smell of a successful take like I got me some lastnight
But my thoughts are all jumbled up , I'm still stumbling and I can't stand up right
Wait I remember a girl but her face isn't clear
So I'll sit under this tree recap last night come on let's go there
I went home with this girl everything about her was on point
Sexc, perfume lit the room and when she walked passed me I felt tingling thru my joints
There was small conversation that led to a uplifting sensation in my paints
She made the first move because betwwen my thighs where her hand
Aggressive kissing excessive gripping and then her front door
Once opened clothes started pealing moans escaped her and we started on the floor
She was on top I know for a fact because her ****'s was just right
As she bounced up and down on me I remember wishing she could do that all night
While kissing her body my finger glides inside
As I took them swimming deep in her ocean ... on the wild side
I was stroking inside of her like I was grinding on a girl in the club
She was yelling screaming moaning and then she creamed ( oh ****)
Turned her around on that ground and started ******* her from the back
She said she felt me in her stomach... but never away did she ******
I gace her unforgettable head I know because that's my signature touch
I opened my mouth wide accepted her and my face she ******
The way my tongue carressed every crevice of her forbidden water
She did every dance ... move to the beat of my tongue that her mother ever taught her
Gripping my hair turned me on even more you could feel my tongue vibrating thru the floor
I knew she would tell me she loved me when I was done for sure
As she came to the peak of her ****** I rammed my face deeper in
Baptised my face in her juices because my tongue just sinned
She was done......
She showed me to the door before I could gather my things
**** last night was off the chain
Well did I get her name.. no that ain't come up yet
What about her number ... it ain't in my call log shyt
I just left her house this morning can I back track where I came from
I turned around looked up the street and sighed cuz I'm still drunk
The only thing I clearly remember is when her legs was up and she had that ****** and yelled
I remember looking at her feet she had
         Pink Toe Nails

Her silk skinned body,
Scented so good.
Shaped like an hourglass,
As in-front she stood.

I loved her whisper,
As her curves, I touched.
She moaned and moaned,
As her arms, I clutched.

I lifted her chin,
And in her lips,I dipped.
She was so close,
That our bodies just slipped.

She tore my shirt,
As she laid on my chest.
She kissed my neck,
As I tongued her breast.

I slipped her skirt,
When she carressed my spine.
She clenched my body,
When her legs were mine.

She took me in,
When I pushed her deep.
Her legs hugged me,
Forced me to leap.

Sweat bathed us,
But still we were in.
As I streamed inside her,
She scratched my skin.

There were smiles,
After our moans.
Beeped our hearts,
When stopped our bones.

There were still little words grated in the brush, ourself riding around, a great black horse,

the eyeliner, and an iris forest escapes.  I am the flowering fire, a sunset westcoast in the twinkling

airwaves, or radiowaves, and so we can breathe the literal mass of wind.  The green carressed and

aerially blessed, deepness and depth; what is truly grey.

The powerlines stretch hungrily for days, we see the purple glow and thus it exists-- we graze like

ghosts or bugs and try to find the blessed.  We wind up and clear the smoke, and blindness is only

black until death peers through, and calls the bird call, a shrilling through the spiritual silence.

I can see you on maps, you reoccur the same, giant and all. You are the same story and dwell

in roles through my brain.

""If I had a better
               choice":
                                             I'd B+ tears;
                              Formed,
            Forceful­ly,          
                              Fornixated;          ­                                            In your ansestors hearts.                                                          ­ Carressed,
              Lovingly,
                          Plea­ding,
                                       Begging,
                                                      As­king,
                                     Wanting,
                  Desiring,
Only You.
                Smart,
                           Strong,            
                                         Handsome;
                   Elegant soul.
Displayed;
                Only
                        In your greens eyes.
Staring,
             Me back,
                              Stuck;
                      ­                 In a trance.
Lost;
         In your glance.
                                  Running
                      ­                          Gently
                                                          Down. ­              Your cheeks
                     Landing softly
   In the creases
                           Of your
                                       Amazing smile"

At first it was his eyes, his eyes when he smiles
His smile and his eyes, I was captivated
And I forgot what it’s like when I was
When I was... alone, ‘cause it was his smile that kept me on my toes
It was my toes that shivered when he goes, when he goes, I will go
I will go. Will. Go. Don’t!
Don’t you go, ‘cause I don’t think I’ll be able to forget
The butterflies when our arms carressed
The magic that we possessed... when we’re together
The magic that only I felt... when we’re together
When we’re together
When. We’re. Together. Together with other people
With other people ‘cause we’re never alone
‘Cause there was no reason for us to be alone
No reason ‘cause it was only his eyes that I know,
It was only my name, my face, that he knows.

-END-

i'm afraid to touch you

hell, what am i gonna do?
if i unconsciously held you in my arms
and told you i loved you
for the longest time i held back
from touching you
god, what am i gonna do
if my fingertips suddenly traced your cheeks
and had my soul drawn
by your million galaxy eyes
heaven knows, what i could do
if i touched your hips and the back of your neck
and carressed your hair
tucked it behind your ears
demons living inside me
might devour your lips and enter your mouth
rummage your tongue and live inside you

i'm afraid to touch you

you weren't
you've always had your hand beside me
but i couldn't take the risk
what if it's just me?

i'm afraid to touch you

you're not worth-taking the risk
i've held my heart behind the bars of my ribs
for how much long i could possibly lead
a short time of euphoria is never a risk
i would be willing to take for a second of bliss
guess suffering wouldn't be called so
if having you all the time is all i could afford
that i'll be more than willing to hoard

i'm afraid to touch you

you have no idea
how i've been on my wit's end
you have no idea
how you were a huge tease
the sun rises
the sun sets
but the only thing constant
would be my feeling's change
it grows more each day
and wants you more like a prayer

you have no idea
why i would not embrace you
when all i wanted to do was to do so
every morning and evening of my life
you have no idea,
why i won't hold your hand back
when all i wanted to do was to show them
it was mine
or it could have been mine
you were wondering why i froze with your gaze
you have no idea
how my heart pumps deuce
how my veins expand

and you call me red
when all i feel was blue
the coldness of my feet
the winter in my hand
the constrictor in my lungs
you were wondering why i won't look at you
you have no idea
because i look when no one else does
because i look at you not the way others can see you

i wish i wasn't afraid to touch you
i wish i was selfish
when it comes to you

The truth and compassion is barely hidden behind the glint in his eyes..
The kindness is concealed in the strength of his embrace..
The love multiplies with the simple caress of his hand on the body..

And yet I'm drawn back to his face
The emotion saw raw
I want to reach out to him
Letting him know
It's ok to let me in
To drown in the hollow
Of my breast
To allow me his tender rest
His hair carressed upon
My pounding heart
He plays the role of in control
But I'd have him fall apart
To let me in through crevices
Where once was stone
His heart ......

A collaboration with Tara Cook

©TC (1)
©MV(2)

"Love me softly"
Comes the whispers as she is carressed gently by a hand of broken glass
"Kiss me gently"
She breathes as her lips become coated in cigarette ash
"Touch me lightly"
She moans passionately as the needle slowly sinks into her flesh
"Never leave me"
Finished off by her own curse

As dressed in paltry kinds of satin
Maya ambles through the corridors,
Carressed in faulty rinds of pattern
By her handled wooden shutter doors:

She chants with song along the matins
From my shruberry here... as afore,
Enchants the throng among and battens
On my shuddery cheer, evermore!

I wanna be,
Loved like,
The keyboard,
Is carressed,
In The Druids Prayer,
By Michele McLaughlin,
I can dream,

Lights in the sky entertained me that night,
Lights in the sky felt like therapy to my eyes;
Overwhelming me - shining so brightly,
I felt a bittersweet love with the skies - yet it was true with you.

I cradled my thoughts wondering how much you would love me,
I cradled my thoughts afraid of how maybe, I could lose you.

Silky skylines let me feel hope,
Silky skylines recorded infinitely;
Yet I saw you perk up, curious about my words,
Warming my heart that you had felt the same.

I cradled my thoughts wondering how much you would love me,
I cradled my thoughts knowing you loved me too.

Light blue backdrops felt like a dream,
Light blue backdrops coated me in yellow streaks;
As sunlight carressed my face,
Healing my injuried heart of pessimism.

I cradled my thoughts wondering how much you would love me,
I cradled my thoughts in fear of what happens next.

Your words are so gentle and left me singing melodies,
Your words are so gentle that it soothed my head;
Responsibilities and rational feelings felt ridiculous today,
for once we can grab them adventurously.

I cradled my thoughts wondering how much you love me,
I cradled my thoughts knowing how much I love you too.

The Raven flew along.
As i tossed in my sleep.
Whispers wove around my mind.
The souls and demons meet.

I was walking some place.
I know it, but again I dont recognize.
I saw the moon but i didnt.
I saw everything with different eyes.

The season changed before me.
As i settled down to sleep.
A cool wind carressed me.
I prayed my soul to keep.

A sudden fear awoke me.
No other feeling compared.
I saw her lay upon me.
Her naked body white and bare.

She looked to be an angel.
And her long black hair in a bow.
The contrast so sharp in my mind.
Black petals in the white snow.

She opened her eyes.
And said a simple run.
I felt a sudden rush of light.
But this journey had yet begun.

This is a throw back but I wrote two more sonnets to match the first two so let me know what you think of them.

She held a rose,
Between her fingers.
Paying no attention to the pain
Which the thorns caused.
She carressed the rose,
Recognizing its beauty,
Yet unaware of the pain it caused her to
Feel.
She held a rose,
Until her fingers were smudged red,
With her own petals' ink.
Spreading through her hand,
She realized,
That pain is not felt until suddenly seen.

You.
You're the person God described to me in my mind.
I thought I was dreaming.
A pure fantasy of the figment of my imagination.

You.
Stood the right height.
You had that certain weight.
Highlighted by a lovely smile.

I pinched myself just to be sure.
That you wasn't a ghost to me.

For you were standing out of my dream before me.

I reached out and touched you.
Even was carressed by you.
And that's when I knew you was real.

Yes, you.
The woman of my dreams.
Yes, you.
Forever sweet and never ever mean.

You.
With a quality so very rare.
You make any man proclaim to be lucky you're his girl.

"i wasn’t supposed to fall in love with poetry, but i did."

the words of poetry...
speak through my fingers almost as clear as my body dances...
the art i never understood
the words of poetry took me hours to understand
the freedom of poetry
it captured my soul
i fell for poetry
the freedom in poetry
its an addiction now
this feeling for poetry
the books I never got
the Maya Angelou poems that took days to decipher...
slowly fell in place
now its all i crave
to let go and let loose
poetry opened my legs
it ****** me up so hard
i squirted for poetry
i felt safe with poetry
poetry held me in its arms and told me its okay
poetry shared its tears with me
it let me cry in their lap
while it carressed my hair
poetry took care of me
poetry is like a mother
nurturing in nature
poetry is the long legged lady
picking herbs from the garden
to heal the sick
poetry is confusing
there is no true essence to poetry
sometimes its invisible or sometimes its perfectly clear
poetry is like that guy who ghosted you but he always comes back
i always feared poetry
felt too insecure for poetry
but poetry is so open
they are so kind
poetry held me and said its okay to try.
thank you to poetry.
its nice to fall inlove.

Why does everyone around me keep dying?
They say that your loved ones gone on to a better place
That they are no longer suffering
But as my heart continues to ache
I can't help but to wonder about those who
carressed their loved ones heart
or the ones who created this being out of pure love and joy
taking the time to teach them and love them with everything they had
as the sun sets on another day
with angels that have walked this earth
and angels that have brought light to this world
begin to fade
The lost of a child holds so much pain that it is compared to being stabbed in the heart
The loss of a friend is felt as if a boulder was dropped into a calm body of water
The ripple effect spreading further and further out
And you begin to wonder if they really saw how much they meant to this world
Would they still have died?
So many theories of where they all go after they go
No one really knows though
But they are certain that it is better than here with all of their loved ones
But my aching heart wonders
Why did you have to go so soon?

A riveting and lustrous voice
      Echoes through the field
They sing ravishing arias
      Of the past of the meek
As many an ear carressed, so feeble
It seduces, allures the frail weeds

Blinking eyes dull through time
      In an everlasting symphony
The inspiring melodies through time
      In an exposition of frenzy
Preposterous voices, the arias feel,
Carrying the paradoxes and elegies

The empty shells from heaven
      Tending the scars of sleep
The remnant bells unscathed
      Mending the heart I keep
They ring and vibrate, resonating within
Brandishing their inherent melodies

Isolated serenity, the tones
Break
      For they interfere with
Peace
In a greyscale landscape
      For they break
In
P i e c e s
They broke
The harmony, in agony
They danced, amongst the husks of the weak

The brushes trace the corpses
      Of the deceased casts
They paint the territories
      The unsung had masked
A gesture of elation, pure deceit
A potpourri of mere imagery

Eventually everything ceases
What's left, is a painting of a requiem
Voices protruded through reticence
Hauntingly, beautiful intonations with them,
In grievous sonorous silence
It clouds the humane senses in thee

I'm sorry I couldn't be the stars
or the moon
or the sun
or the sky.
But why, oh why
did you hurt me so
as you fled
in this goodbye?

When you held me
and kissed
and carressed
and made love,
Did you mean the words you said
before you fled
in this goodbye?

When I needed you most
in the cold
in the dark
in the empty space
that's when I knew.
You had fled
with a last goodbye.

I cant look at myself

My lips were the ones you kissed
And every time that I put on lipstick
I am reminded what hot passion tastes like
I'm not sure I'll ever taste that again

My eyes were the ones that you stared into as you told me you loved me
The ones you said you could never stop staring into
But you did

My arms were the ones you carressed
You said "I'm so glad that there are no tears in your skin"
You kissed the scars that the nothingness had left behind
I dont know if my arms will ever be whole again

My hair
That you pulled in passion and played with in boredom
My feet
That you touched and laughed how i hated that
My hands
That you held for the first time and told me you never wanted to let go
My legs
That you ran your hands down and said were beautiful

My heart
The one that you took into your hands
And instead of protecting such a delicate thing
You threw it on the floor and laughed

At that moment
The world was devine
Its battered brittle colors
Shed away
To reveal a shower for gods

The sun shone
So soft and gentle
It carressed my skin
With delicate strands
Of light

The rain fell
A cascade of golden drops
One could only describe
In unmeasurable awe
As a shower for gods

Washing away every fear
No more monsters drew near
And I rested
My hands free
In a shower for gods

It was one of the few miracles
That slipped out of the heavens
For I had cried for help
And the universe gave me
A shower for gods

Once, in a dream, I walked the night sky
Draped in nothing but constellations
I plucked a dying star from the velvet dark
Held it between my teeth as I plummeted
And kissed dirt
All at once buried and carressed
With a smoking crater for a bed
I slept
Feverish with sparks
Flying off me to ignite the world

Now, when I am awake, I walk barefoot across concrete
Dressed in baggy, shapeless clothes
I put a cigarette to my lips
Hold the smoke in my lungs as I stop
Under a street lamp
All at once illuminated and invisible
With a jackhammer for a heart I grin
Into the shadows
Feral with a darkness
Of my own that can rival even the night

Someday, in a story, I will walk on embers
Clothed in flame and majesty
I will taste prophecy on my tongue
Archaic syllables filled with bitter triumph
As I burn
All at once incandescent and lethal
With a last cruel smile for a dark world
I will denounce it
Free with a light
Searing spirit encompassing all of time

h.f.m.