Funny that.
As the end nears
The music gets big.
When I should be paying attention
To the *****
And not
The noise...

It started out innocent enough
Looked into His eyes
That was all it took
They say He gets what He wants
Tell Me though which Man never does?

He touched Me not my flesh
or was it My flesh
Not so sure now
Just know it was very deep
Something that is vaguely there now

Next time He saw Me
I lowered my eyes
He lifted my chin
Said 'why do you look away'
My heart raced
I couldn't see His face

I didn't answer
As soft lips parted
His were there to claim them
My body throbbed
Mind was filled with images
Body spread on a bed
His beside Mine

Tongues entwined as I lost Myself
The images were blinding
Body laced with His
Felt like a dream so I didn't scream
His fingers danced across my flesh
As his breath caressed my neck

"I need you" He says
Shaking fiery coverd head no
Not understanding what He means
"I want to make You My Queen"
"Join Me now in what you see"
He stops touching
I look thinking I am still upright

Everything clear as His fangs take that first bite
My body laid out for His eyes to see
One fire within with this need indeed
Pierce of His Power
I become His flower
My ****** need takes over me

He drinks my blood
His hands play my body
Like the bow to a perfect violin
The music increases
The cresendo rises high

My hips move beneath Him
As the bow squeal high
Its not the instrument it is I
The pitch inhuman as I feel tension grow
He kisses Me filling my mouth
With what you may ask

It goes so fast you see
Powerless to resist as I ******* blood
Metallic and tangy and decadent to me
Flesh burns, pulse races, heart pounds
He says to me once more
You are all I will ever need
Be My Queen live in eternity with Me

Yes Yes I scream
As the glorious tension releases
My nectar like a waterfall
He drowns Himself in it
As He drinks His victory
Fireworks explode as I drift off
Asleep in His arms

Nothing but a dream it seems
Awakening in a fright
Body feeling tight
Hanging on for life
A voice enters my head
Be still My Queen Be still

I look and see all around Me
Red roses burying Me
Not a Dream I am a Queen
His Queen that was My Dream
Yet I was His Dream
The collision egmatic

Together You See
His Queen My King
****** Life We share
Perhaps We will Visit
Bring You to Our Realm

Close Your Eyes if you Dare
I did and look at Me
Young as can be
Always and Forever You see?

To the west of Mulranny,
Past Spanish Point.
Where dark, dark Minaun,
Cast's her cold shadow.
There is a fast sound,
Dangerous as a true sin
As many a Navy man Royal found
And many a clever islander too.

And the land runs,
down to her gently.
It glides, as if a sea bird
down to the shallow sound,
From both sides,
right, then left
Giving somewhat -
the impression of a cosy valley.
With warm homesteads close-by,
together at dusk
But they are seperate, in truth
by land, long and strewn
Many many miles
hard walking.

By sea, a ten minute walk
would suffice;
But no-one would
ever talk of such a stroll,
For they would never tell
of anything
Again.
However deft
However brave
For the sound takes
What it owns.

One evening, I drove to the right of her,
And the red Oche sun painted for me
Scenes on the hills,
Great battles history -
Wars of celtic gods, christian saints
And the old Gods before people
And the God's older still
Who have no names anymore.
But bear all on their backs
This land is, in truth, those Gods' land.

It changes with each ray of light
That passes this way through the
broad deep ocean,
green and milk topped
fresh as a breeze
blowing through a green arbour
Or black as terror , with white cresendo
Black rocks shot with reds and quartz's
Sharpened by water
It is not a place for faint of heart
Or unsure of foot

And at Achill beg can be seen
Man's footprint,
long here
Strange barrows,
and dry walls
That deep time
has made anonymous
To the prying eyes
of modern time
But past 8,000 years
have our people
Lived in this place,
guarded, hounded
By the Atlantics' cruel force
And I swear
if I had freedom to choose
a place to live,
without concern
And a place to die,
without worry
It would
Be here.

There is a light, a measured glow, in these distant miles I run.
Embraced inside an Eggshell Case, nested in the Branchless Tree,
with nothing but the billowed Air, rushing by to hold Me.  

Fill my Chest, arc and crest, as no One knows my pace in lest
he runs this distance with Me.  

You be the Thud that bounds Us down,
Encased in Peach seed, Nectarine,
drum the Ground from brittle heat, strike a Sound,
a steady Beat that brings a Rhythm back to Life,
so I may fall from Branchless Tree, and land the Earth beneath Me.

My Eggshell World, the only Globe I've ever known,
now shattered to my Mourning Sun.

My fragile eyes will adjust, my fragile mind, my Wanderlust,
will find the Truth, on rays of Light, the Proudest moment
of my Life.

I pound the Ground and powered Dust,
will rise
the Feathers of my wing,
Will Rise
the Vision of my eyes,
WILL RISE
the Sight of Bigger Things.

And with this Freedom, rings a Bell that cracked my Shell,
Conductor with his Symphony, juxtaposed my String Quartet...
Music overtakes the Moon, that brings to Life in Dead of Night,
my bedside Light that shines upon this page I read...
So as my Wings move up and down like Bow against my Violin,
I bring my Part in Symphony, I take my place above the Ground
and circle back...
Circling
Gliding down
CIRCLING
Rising Up...
CRESENDO CRASH!
followed by the dimming Lights,
a Silent Pause...
Ecstatic Cheer!
Bravo...
Bravo...
Cheers the Crowd!
Play again your Symphony...
Never Stop!
my Precious Dear...
Beat your Drum!
my Darling...

Your heart beat is my Bass, beating and giving rythm to my life

Each breath you take is my melody, the life of my life song

Your cologne is my harmony, calming to my soul

Your touch is my piano, playing a soft tune amongst my skin      

Your eyes my voice, as I sing along to your enchanting song of love

Your kiss is the cresendo, building up to the height of our love song

You make love to me at the peak of our daily song.
Your good bye, the end of our song. As you return to your life
And I... I sit and wait for us to make a duet again

lightning paints the ceiling in the dark
feelings like dancing trees in the wind
my heart whispers into the rainfall
until the sound of water drowns my thoughts
into thunder
cracks the sky in half and my universe falls through
my bedroom window
when it storms I think of you

grumbling far away but close
I know the storm is outside but
it shakes the foundation nonetheless

the window panes rattle against the stress
the floorboards feel the strain
the crescendo of the rain meets the cresendo of our game
you decrescendo into oblivion

the storm leaves behind only a cool breeze
relief blows through
my bedroom window
when it storms I think of you

c.d.

Your heart beat is my Bass, beating and giving rythm to my life

Each breath you take is my melody, the life of my life song

Your cologne is my harmony, calming to my soul

Your touch is my piano, playing a soft tune amongst my skin      

Your eyes my voice, as I sing along to your enchanting song of love

Your kiss is the cresendo, building up to the height of our love song

You make love to me at the peak of our daily song.
Your good bye, the end of our song. As you return to your life
And I... I sit and wait for us to make a duet again

try me
fly me
ride me
guide me
please exist inside me

who are You
where are You
when are You
what did i do
to unreal You

i can remember the exact smell of the moon on the moment we met when all the midnight's might was unable to claim the clouds becuz they were ringing Luna in a silent cresendo of impossibly minutely perceptible dance moves and She was illuminating them, infusing them, imbuing them with Her essence and i swear to this day it was You orchestrating it, the conductor of my waking dream looking completely deeply within me and screaming a whisper which claimed my heartbeat as Our own, doing so by placing Yours inside my chest to mingle tingle melt meld as my mind knew exactly what was going on despite its stunned disbelief and it was singing its own silent crescendo of JOY

who are You
where are You
when are You
what did i do
to unreal You

maybe it actually was a dream
perhaps zero times upon a time
was i fully complete
suppose it's possible noe times upon a time
was i truly happy

what do You hear at 12:34am
when the only sounds are Your thoughts
what do You see inside your eyelids at 3:45am
when You're only looking at Yourself
what do You sense at almost-dawn-AM
when even the wind waits to hear the sun appear

maybe it's me
perhaps You remember me
perchance You feel me
remembering You

maybe we weren't meant to adventure together forever
perhaps i was supposed to be wrong again
be broken again
perchance this was meant for clint
pennance paid at the toll booth
taxes overdue at the soul booth

when sadness
becomes sadderness
trying climbing up the drain
i seem semi sane
tho stupefied from the pain

what's that moon?
you're producing another swoon?
performing perfuming another miracle in June?
mayhap i'll be deaf to your tune

but yet I sense something a moment out of reach as if a wave is almost washing my beach, a hint of the scent of a caress a request an urging an inspiration a personality a mind searching for mine to teach and learn and share and stare to explore and relax and laugh easily even when we were struggling against the tide

maybe i was just remembering something
which never happened
or perhaps just hasn't happened yet

try me
fly me
ride me
guide me
please exist inside me

I don't know who you are
or how to please you
aiming imaginings
at opinion machines
and hoping a good one
comes crashing back
yours, carefully held
odds are, won't
this undeserving
won't
get acknowledged
right
it all ended there
crescendo'd
and then
awkwardly,
cresendo'd again