"enraptures" poems
The mellifluous tones of his voice
Put my heart at ease
Lulled by the sound he makes,
I get lost in reverie
Is it the tenderness in his voice?
Or perhaps the words he utter?
Or his cloying expression?
I am not so sure
Whatever it may be,
My heart always sings with glee
Then I begin to cry
And express my deepest sentiment
How strange yet astonishing it is,
To feel everything at once
Just by hearing the sweet sound
Of the voice that enraptures me
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC
"the picture you called badass"
i keep coming back to this image
your gaze is shifted off
as if to say that you wished
not to speak with your eyes
wished not to show too much
of your beautiful soul
strands of your hair
scattered across your soft skin
every beautiful line
every sweetly scented soft taste
and the warmth i see in you
enraptures me
i feel dizzy
with thoughts that you bring out
that is what true beauty
dose to men
but you are so much more than
simply beautiful
i have seen your tenderness
i have seen that you have heart
i know you are just as beautiful
inside
i wish things could have been different
and i could have at least been your friend
i wish i were not a fool
but we all make choices that are
not the best
i am far away from you now
and i will miss you
i think that we wont see
eachother again
if i fail where i am going
there is a plan for another route
that takes me overseas
you are one of the most beautiful
and strong and wonderful women i have ever met
and i wish you nothing but love and happiness
'stay gold' serenity
'stay gold'
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 7:26 PM UTC
She rises and falls like a reposed breath
before an entire world's visage
in her encircled arms.
The incandescent glow of the stage
has an intoxicating quality to it,
the music being
something liquid, viscous.
As notes thrum in tender and soothing caresses,
her legs supple, twirl like petals
cascading under the weight of raindrops,
giving way to a lush surrender
steeped in a language of love and need.
Her very fire
and impassioned soulfulness
lifts her up above the crowd itself,
burning for all to see.
In this moment now
her timelessness enraptures me.
Another part of myself awakens to her grace
and renders me
gratefully whole.
A sense of euphoria slow dances its way
from her being to mine,
consuming every piece of my body
in a fiery bloom—
charging me with
a crackling, electrifying force
unlike my mere own.
I can see now
that this is what she was born to do—
to be on pointe, seeing everything.
Any instances of worldly fear
is left to the dying.
The rhythms of her old pains,
tribulations of past destructions,
are now buried beneath her feet.
And her radiant smile while she dances
still speaks to me gently—
that to be free
is to be wonderfully lost
in her waltz with destiny.
© BT
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC
I send this track
Out to the Universe
Praying its echoes
Reach the farthest corners of the Earth
To reach you
I want the melody
To seep into your skin
The synthesizer
To shake your ribs
Each percussive meter
Synced to your beating heart
And as the music fades
And the ethereal chimes
Tickle the silence
Imagine my fingers
Tracing your lips
Pulling you in for a taste of bliss
I hope this track
Transcends the airwaves
That my light
Enraptures you
And embalms you
In Affection
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
We spoke
like a light mist of rain
quenching the thirst of these grounds
and I reached out my hand
and dragged him away from the blood hounds
stripping away his ego
along with his clothes
which masked his vulnerability
I teach one to let go
he said I can't help this feeling
through his tears and mental exhaustion
with whispers of fear
the darkness had consumed him
and in a moment of clarity I spoke with honesty
he had decieved himself
everyone can help whatever feeling enraptures them
feeling down and out is a product of your own resolution
each thought we have can be chosen
and the world around you has no power over the mind
unless you allow it
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 11:41 AM UTC
kitty has come out to play
her whiskers detect the yearning trembles
her nose smells the fragrance of lust
am i your **** cheetah?
the spots inky, the fur lustrous
the paws aching and alive
the eyes full of thirst
i purr with the twitch of your skin
my teeth scrape
my tongue salivates
my heart beat escalates
my ***** pulsate
my claws absorb you
my lean mean enraptures,
takes over.
don't move,
kitty wants to play.
she'll make you purr
before the night is through
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 9:44 PM UTC
Seduced by Debussy
In music I lose me
When notes float on staves
Rolling in with the waves
Of pure sound.
The music around me surrounds me
Enraptures and captures my heart.
Arabesque,clair de lune take me off to the moon
And again I'm in rapture
Trapped in the capture of music.
Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
Her lips, now draw so near mine—
static hums,
lightning sings,
my fingertips zing.
Our breath suspends in flight,
threads pulled oh so tight;
My hunger coils—
her taste, pure starlight.
Our flesh enraptures,
trembles nearly bare—
a storm unfolds,
surging ever slowly— there.
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 12:02 PM UTC
market report: spinning on an axis of complexity
phrase captures and enraptures, buried deep in one of the
countless market reports that arrive every minute out of date by the time they press the end/send button but this rises
up from the forged gorge throat and all the rest falls away
spinning on an axis of complexity
sticks like Elmer's glue, white viscous, good for paper & skin,
cause you knew precision revision incision instantaneous,
they are intended for your eyes only, pasted to your eyes,
tinged tongue screaming you man, you poem
there is no
difference, for both at 1:55am
where time is sleep verboten,
when words are blood platelets in a mystery entitled
spinning on an axis of complexity
human must eat
human must work
human must love
human must sort the juggling orbs,
too much new information constant and brain incapacitated
*while falling-spinning
when eyes now fully glued shut by the
complexity of clashing algorithms
writing this market report on the state of me,
the passionate impartial analyst who boldly reveals, he proclaims
he owns stock in himself and issues a
sell recommendation*
the complexity-situation trending signals crash a-coming,
and at 1:59am after composing this hissy fit writ,
he downgrades the official outlook to sell and
lies down on the kitchen floor and laughs
with the angel dudes eating bagels and holding their sides,
cause they have been running a short position up in heaven
6/22/17 2:05am
nyc
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 11:01 PM UTC
The human heart is very fragile indeed.
Yes it is capable of holding and exuding such fiery passions as to consume you whole,
Yet can it not be crushed underfoot with a wayward blow meant to push away rather than injure or the sweet kiss of fare thee well from the object of your eternal desire?
Love is not the monster that hides beneath your bed, rather under your sheets where you wistfully dream of your prince, your knight, the girl next door or the **** **********
Love is the creature that hunts for your immortal soul not by night but rather captures and enraptures you in the brightness of day with a single smile and words that only you amongst the billions in this world were meant to hear.
Love is not the answer, it is the question in the truest sense which poets, songwriters and the daft have spent eternity trying to unravel, it is a puzzle without end for the missing pieces lie within us all and can only be found in another.
And the creator in all his glory housed such a curse as a gift within the most fragile of vessels yet we stand shocked witness each time our hearts break.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC
The language of Love
They finished a dinner by candle light the darkness just beyond the candle light created the
Elusive hard to capture romantic mood this gave expression to longing and from it emerges an antique
Glass plate image of a passenger car from yesteryear all else about the train was shrouded in the dark
But how the car beamed and gleamed the invitation was like a magic wand with golden glittering light
First through eyes then grazing the heart then the explosion that occurred in the soul the two of them
Stepped onto the steps and entered a different time and different world elegance flowed the length
Of the interior of the car from rich leather to the finest cloth from the carpeted floor to the delicate
Chandeliered lights that hung from the ceiling at points where the sky view windows temporarily
Stopped their customary flow that brought the day and night heavens within your power to touch
Race along in the moonlight see the arching trees breaking with this glorious light is it not to as if you are
Flying on the night wind the eyes have been caught up in a dream then the hearing stereophonic
Romantic violin drifts within this cube that pulses did you leave the American river you were following
As it curved and flowed in this mountain valley but now it seems you have jumped the track and are
Now speeding through French Tuscany how the vineyards create a plausible bow that carries you back
Even further when these villas were new and the youthful lovers were young they seem to press and
Feed your own romanticism drink deeply from this post card from abroad as the train stops leave it
Momentarily hand in hand stroll down a darkened path the stillness only enraptures and you bask in the
Wonder night creates and love grows ever stronger through the hand you hold well cupid or the
Conductor shouts all aboard continue to enjoy your privileged ride it is the promise and the fulfillment
of being in love
Feb 7, 2012
Feb 7, 2012 at 12:43 PM UTC
I am in love with chance and all her open promises, inherent risks, and bountiful rewards. I am in love with the idea of gambling myself into existence and riding the dice on a whim. Certainty bores and scares me, permanence poisons my happy mindset. I need risks and dangers and dumb ideas, it is in these that I find the fruit of life.
I am in love with chance. She calls my name often, beckoning me to spend the night. She seduces me with ***** talk and a proven mind, flooding my heart with her drug. I long to fall into her, with her, to kiss her mouth and taste the poison of an uncertain life. I crave her in the night when there is naught but doubt in my mind.
I am in love with chance and the chaos she brings. She is a storm that tosses my little boat on waves that could equally take me to paradise or a watery grave. She is fairness and equality, for chaos is truly fair, it rids me of order and structure. Her screaming pleasure enraptures me with a sodden wealth and unhealthy appetite for potential glories.
I am in love with chance. She is my mistress, my plaything, the dark shadow that leaves my bed before the morning light. She is the elusive lover to whom my young heart belongs, the fiery being to which my trust is pledged. Chance has yet to let me down – perhaps that is why I love her. I am never disappointed in chance for she is, above all, fair and just. There is not evil or malice in she, there is no hidden agenda or destructive intent.
I am in love with chance.
I am in love with chance.
I am in love with chance and her barren wealth.
I am in love with chance and the way she feeds my zealous lust for life.
I am in love with chance and she loves me.
I am in love with chance and I must choose…
I must choose between her love and your certain certainty.
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC
the words are crisp in my mouth
but by the time they hit the door
they are stale as my hand
they are gone like wisps of smoke
their scent decorates the room
and brings a parade of memories
feasts with laughing friends
and a long footpath with her blue dress
it makes my sunshine weary
and drives clouds into my souls parklands
she is one such long misbegotten memory
she was a true love of mine
she is gone like a wisp
of smoke on a beach
she....
she makes my time pass slow
and leaves me wanting to repaint
the moons difficult changing colors
as it waxes and wanes thru the seasons
like her deep eyes
but she mends with love
and she nourishes with compassion
and she makes cut out stars and comets
that we pin to the ceiling
she makes breakfast
we eat it laying in a open field
listening to the fall wind rustle the trees
i master this lame beast
and contrive to march it slowly through the night
while it seized and sputtered
to the edge of light
the edge of forgiveness
there i lay down
but the world has no further use for a broken old man
potions and notions antiquated
she with a woman's gentleness
gathers up what remains of me
chiding me softly for having wandered astray
knitting the pieces parts to semblance
she admits beyond mere frowns
her reasons for being here
that my words reach her
that my soul enraptures her
my humor embraces her
and unlike many others she has known
my heart hears her every word
and thirsts to know her mind
love affairs are more than in a bedroom
they are in the heart and mind
i will have my lover and know her
because everything about her matters to me
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 1:51 PM UTC
*A Love Poem
From
Jude Kyrie
They walked on the snow covered city sidewalk.
An old couple with slowing gait and unsure of their foothold.
He stopped under the streetlamp
holding her gently close to his heart.
Looking into her gray eyes still beautiful
untouched by the ravages of time
from so many long years.
Do you remember, my love?
You smiled at me here so long ago.
so very long ago under this very lamp.
Her face lightened a smile flickered
“yes, my darling I remember”.
The years fell away as leaves in the fall
and the icy world melted
in their moment of tender warmth.
He pulled her close to him.
Her body no longer old and frail.
He felt the strong woman inside her
the one he had loved forever.
I think of you in my dreams he whispered
join me in them my love.
You are wearing a summer dress
holding the single white rose
I brought for you.
The music in the café plays a waltz.
It swells and halts and ladies
sit in red gilded chairs sipping coffee.
The summer breezes the fragrance
of love into this room
Your smile once again enraptures my heart.
Your eyes darken as they find mine,
filling me with yet unfulfilled promises.
We are drowning in the melody about us
the music takes our hearts and
shines them as the sunlight on dewdrops.
Just the single pure white rose
cupped in your hands.
She smiled at the old memory
Her visions sharing his dream.
Even after this lifetime together.
"It is strange how one day
and a single white rose
can make lifetime lovers
from just friends."
she whispered.*
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 9:52 AM UTC
*A single White Rose
They walked on the snow covered city sidewalk
An old couple slowly gaited and unsure of their foothold.
He stopped under the the old streetlamp
holding her gently to him in an embrace.
Looking into her grey eyes still beautiful
untouched by the ravages of time.
Do you remember? my love.
You smiled at me here so long ago.
so very long ago under this very lamp.
Her face lightened a smile flickered
“yes my darling I remember”.
The years fell as leaves in the fall
and the icy world melted
in their moment of warmth.
He pulled her closer to him
Her body no longer old and frail
He felt the great woman inside her
the one he had loved forever.
I think of you in my dreams join me my love.
she smiled as he drifted to bygone years.
You are wearing a summer dress
holding a single white rose I brought you.
The music in the café plays a waltz.
It swells and halts and ladies
sit in red gilded chairs sipping coffee.
The summer breeze
of love blows into this room
Your smile again enraptures my heart.
Your eyes darken as they find mine,
filling me with yet unfulfilled promises.
We are drowning in the melody about us
the music takes our hearts and
shines them as the sunlight.
Just the single pure white rose
cupped in your hands.
She smiled in memory
Her visions sharing his
even after this lifetime together.
"It is strange how one day
and a single white rose
can make lifetime lovers
from just friends."
she whispered.*
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
Bursting out of me,
like waves,
crahing against a distant shore,
my voice cascades wildly;
trilling and thrilling,
as it enraptures
and captures
the emotion of the tale yet to come.
Warbling,
and wavering,
the story unfolds-
a love concrete,
a life complete,
while time doth fleet,
and flitter away.
My passionate notes startle
the birds nearby,
silencing thier meager attempts
at music.
I am no virtuoso,
no child prodigy;
but the raw power
of my heart unrestrained
will put feathered tails
to the north
at the sound of my soul unleashed.
I sing;
not a question
or doubt
in my mind-
there is no audience to impress,
no friends to shame me into awkward silence.
I sing,
because I must release the fluttering creation
caged inside my soul;
unaltered,
it must emerge to outshine the stars,
to chase away the shadows that linger
in a waking mind.
I might offend with my noise,
my off notes,
and slaughtered choruses,
my silly screeching
that grates upon the ears;
but I am merely a vessel
containing these words and emotions,
unfortunately unequipped to perform justice
to these thoughts trapped within.
I sing
to empty myself
of these creative burdens,
these ideas that have a life of thier own
straining and pushing
to escape the walls that hold them here inside.
I sing-
because I can.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
The sunrise burns with fire
just as my desire
I wish I could erase you from my mind
I wish to forget you this time
empty stare windowing wishes of being there
I've met my tolerance for this pain
I'm losing the game, slowly running insane
I'm sinking down, waiting for the black water to crown
This is going so slow, this descent of a new low
I wish I could erase you from my mind
I wish to forget you this time
stomach ache, smiles that I fake
rewind time with my mind, so I know you not to find
wishing well of forgetting spells enraptures my skull
I will not give in to your lull, repeat this defeat
scar it in again
I wish I could erase you from my mind
I wish to forget you this time
You're forgetting me as I reminisce you
that much is true
I'm sick of staring at the same black hue
twisted heart and scared hands
I was your biggest ******* fan
now I've seen your future plan
I wish I could erase you from my mind
I wish to forget you this time
maybe it's the truth
that I was meant for you but you weren't good for me
You poisoned the sea and now all that's left is fractures of that huge fee
cracked heart of stone
I'm tired of listening to the same old tone
I wish I could erase you from my mind
I wish to forget you this time
I need to give it up
You'll never be mine
Shattered
shattered I'm sick of thinking I never mattered
make it stop, make it go away
I don't want to go on another day
this is going to slow, this descent of a new low
I wish I could erase you from my mind
I wish to forget you this time.
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
I have curiosity of the wrong kind,
the kind that gnaws,
the kind that enraptures,
Does his mouth suppurates anise?
Or did you really thought
he could make you happy?
You cheated on him,
not on me.
You told him that some day soon,
that you didn't love me anymore.
You cheated on him,
not on me.
He was looking for moons on your skin
While you wondered to yourself
If you want him more
than you need me.
It only took one cloud
to know the truth,
It only took one drop of rain
to give sound to the river
Does not his lion skin
make a better coat?
Does he has not eager hands?
Did not the common breath
approached you to death?
Or what was that indecency?
leaving his body
once thoroughly
you left it without secrets?
You cheated on him,
not on me.
The lips that assailed him,
the next day swore to me
That you cheated on him,
not on me.
I'm the drug in your veins,
He is an itch, he's an urgency.
Do you want him more
than you need me?
No, It don't seem
like that to me.
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
I wonder—
Have you ever taken the time to notice,
how Summer's sun can clear gunmetal skies,
or how it refracts off the water
of a somber heaven—
Filling the darkness behind your eyes?
I wonder—
Have you ever taken the time to notice,
how when Spring's roses begin to blossom
the wind carries love's scent through the air
or how it effortlessly enraptures—
permeating beauty
from within the pigment of it's petals?
I wonder—
have you ever taken the time to notice,
how the cycle of Autumn's leaves remain parallel
to the frailty of the living
or how the perpetuity of their purpose
is either known of and ignored or understood and accepted?
I wonder—
Have you ever taken the time to notice
how the Winter's deep freeze
blankets and preserves the earth beneath our feet
To walk upon in new years to come,
Or how it brings forth the warmth of family's serenity?
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
One look at you—
And Time to me, seems a follower of yours,
For your mesmerizing, comely appearance
Which enraptures every ticking heart
For sure has ensnared Time's—
For it so seems that
He's stopped the march of advancing age
From reaching your youthful mien
So you may parade your timeless beauty
Across this globe inspiring life,
Showcasing the victory you hold over time.
Aug 9, 2022
Aug 9, 2022 at 5:15 PM UTC
Clarity doesn’t always fit the rhyming scheme,
And reverence doesn’t always amount to lines like “I have a dream.”
But I find I like things to dance,
It enraptures me,
Especially to psytrance,
It sets me free.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
"You're my exception."
And then there is a kiss that pays no attention to my tears.
I have a stupid grin on my face.
My blanket is wrapped tighter than his fingers were around her wrist, begging her not to go.
My eyes swell up and the credits roll.
As I close my laptop, I close again my chest.
See, it was exposed.
So long. To the emotions and feelings and judgement of others.
I thought I could handle it, but my gut was ripped out.
My intestines were untangled on the floor.
It's funny how something labeled as "small" is really so big.
Kind of like love, you know?
It's a word. A noun. 4 letters. Nothing more.
But then you see it in action.
You see the beauty, the ugly, the loathing, the accepting.
Some see people holding hands, others see a man dying on a cross.
Some see the covering of a blanket and others see the covering of His blood.
But what enraptures us is what it is like when we are the scientist.
It's an addiction.
We crave the feeling.
We want to shoot up hand holding. We want smoke acceptance.
We cake our face in the ******* of beauty to fool the beholder all because we want to feel worthy enough to fight for.
Every person has this image plastered in their lids.
We see it, day in, day out.
We go to the deli thinking, "Maybe she was the one. Should I have said something?"
We go to the gym just to see this one guy who only comes in on Thursdays, Saturdays and twice on Tuesdays just because he can.
We try so hard.
We match our schedules up to people we have never even spoken to, because it's scripted.
It's in the movies so it must be real.
There must be magic. Fate. God. Someone.
Those stories don't just come from thin air, right?
I think I watch RomComs to reiterate to myself that that stuff doesn't happen in real life.
No one is going to stop me from getting on a plane.
No one is going to come to my place at 3am and tell me that they love me.
I'm not going to go to Rome, run into a lost friend and find love.
That just doesn't happen in real life. It's scripted. It's TOO perfect.
And yet, I open my laptop, wash my hands, put on my mask, open my chest up and start to work on it again.
The stitches never stay.
The sutures are always ripped.
The gauze is red but I convince myself it isn't blood, but rather love.
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 1:42 AM UTC
i am the blood in the sink
you are **** on the bathmat
wash me off so we forget this
failed flailing at repose's feet.
("maybe we can make each other's
winter's feel all right.")
no, i cannot make you quake
in my mocha movement,
draped in careful quirk
pastel enraptures
fantasies of argyle.
drawing your fingers into motion
along fantastical bony parts,
effulgent with the newness
of thrush april wetness,
i have never felt so pasty dry.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 2:53 PM UTC
Light breaks through the littered cinerescent clouds as I watch from a Windex streaked window
Tangerine incandescence fighting it's way through as dusk approaches
Warm rays caress my face through shadows of the evergreens that line the street
As if a reflection of a giant brass *** was being cast into my living room
Fragments of dust filter through the clementine colored air
sitting cross legged on an old Persian rug covered in dog fur
A weather beaten Japanese maple scratches its fingers on the window
The stellar jays bask in this rare gift, hopping from branch to branch
The inevitable gloom and grey catching up
Ashen warfare surging on a daisy farm
A sense of malevolence runs through the clouds
A split screen between the high spirits and the melancholy
The Castor and Pollux of the skies
Like a giant wondrous creamsicle threatened of being swallowed up by the smoke
This contention sends them blissfully unaware of the eclipsing nightfall that is upon them
Twilight enraptures the heavens, ending in nebulous sovereignty
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 9:57 PM UTC
The fog has rolled across
The land, blanketing
My senses.
Surrounding me in
Its icy maw. Her breath,
It chills my spine.
I feel so empty without
That shawl, outside the
Mantle of death. Here is where
My spirit lies, here is my
Domain.
The tears of death revive
Me, her chill embrace
Enraptures me.
If only I could spend
Eternity in her sweet embrace
If only, oh if only.
It wont be long 'til I
Am there with her, in her
Of her, until I am her.
Her fog has rolled across
The land, blanketing
My senses.
Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 11:00 AM UTC