I used to gather
where the bridge crossed the bay
Pausing in the ebb of
the changing tide .
I tried to capture
the moment of the ebb's decay

She came to me
with soft words of call
Left messages saying
she's not sure about it at all

The sea follows the
ways we know not
our separation was complete
we left our ancient past behind
to tread upon this land
on our own two feet

Shake the dust from your call
dress the shadows
make the sun fall
words of deliverence
wet the tongue's
parchment and thirst

The tide remains constant
demanding , relevant
with unrelenting presence
It is married to the bay
In a never ending struggle
of give and take

It is the woman who succumbs to the temptuous
It is the woman who becomes the temptuous
It is the woman who bears
It is the woman who tears
It is the woman who bears again
It is the woman who tears again and again and again

Bearer of death, bearer of life
It is the woman
Bearer of girdle, bearer of griddle
Animalness, Madness , hysterics,
sorceress, torturess
Again and again and again
New times, new suits

Object of pleasure, object of comfort, object of scorn
Object of discomfort
Purple body, purple heart
It is a ****** affair,
and a ****** affair again
and again
Womanhood
Guilty as charged

A birth occurs
of spirit
of mind
of soul
A new world awakens
It is the woman,  the woman it is!

How lonely infidel
He that passeth I;
in Phlegethon dwells.

Son of the Seas,
seasoned with algae.
Had a plea
about how he happened to be:
"When you threw me to the
depths, into the heart of the open sea,
then a very river encircled me"

Melpomene holds her Mother's dress
while sailing the temptuous tide.
Recalls the sight of hundreds and
hunches over to address.

"Lead by a primitive spirit" she wails
and solemnly stoops to ponder.

Their ship's prow now plunges deep and
through the ripples, Melpomene meets the
seedy yellow iris' of the beast
reflecting the clouds. She squints upwards
and beholds hoofs with Faithful and True.

As the river streams into Tartarus, Mnemosyne's ears
begin to ring with a thousand cries and pleads.
But the whinnies ring out louder to deafen her
while the tail of Leviathan disappears into the blue.

Through the cave and into Lethe, the earthy smell
of the tops remain as the last but dizzy to remember;
of all those who swam lightly past its mist. But to her,
tears to enter the watery abyss:
"Many must have passed through here,
lived long to see,
but not enough to learn--"
But the ship sailed on.

The stream narrows and an opening reveals. They
see melted hail with blood on the only land they recall.
A Tree glowing brightly in front of a black sky; counted many
swords gathered at the foot. Three days they traveled in
their ship, but now their oars were put on land.

Thunder whips and trumpets horn, the fallen fruit
comes ashore.
THEIR voices bellow to ask a question:
"Was it needed for a war?"
An answer, but no pardon:
"Many a pang I have felt, those aches
violently sprung up from the seven lakes,
Is nothing but a genuine mistake.
Those worthy time and day,
Will surely be given a way."

Mother and daughter wiped the tears from their eyes,
while gently lifting them to the skies.
Above them the sun shone on the wet mass,
they see high and colorfully cast:
A reassuring Promise and eternity.

A temptuous squirm,
a deceptive beauty.
Hearts upon
hearts upon
hearts awaiting
attention.

Fast moving fins
in time with heart’s pace,
he finally found food
in this famished place.

The bait is baited
heavy
and clean.
Her shimmer he sees
blinds all that is
mean.

The striking mask is all he sees
blocking the evil within--
her unrelenting hold
will summon a sharp pain.

Don’t take the bait.

Caffeine, caffeine-
Synaptic stimuli. My
Cerebral companion:
at home in a cup of coffee.
Yet only partially fulfilled,
Wanting-longing.
Waiting anxiously
for your chance to
massage my medulla,
tickle my neurons.
Watch them vibrate in
your vicinity - until
firing *******
at your temptuous touch
until finally the sun reappears,
and sleep is once again
a possibility

Sleep, Sleep.
Psychic Respite.
To feel myself sinking blissfully
into your cloudlike embrace
Oh! Sweet slumber.
You whisperer of healing
dreams.

Ah! Your shadow was nice to me
In such a lunatic summer bliss;
But who is going to be in love again,
For love is dead, my friend?

And yet, in the wind, I can still see
That you once longed to be with me;
And who can say, and to be free
I am not to love, nor cherish today.

What is the feel of summer sunshine
You are not here, you are not mine;
And you are not to be near tonight,
All the fates in this world have been mean.

Who is to be my summer sunshine
And the gentle merit of the night;
To help make righteous the broken light,
Descend it upon colourful hues.

Who is to be my pale loneliness
And light up my soundless *****;
What is this painful, and thin bloom
Born to such weird brokenness?

Who is to comprehend my soul
And taint me with scorching cold;
I can no longer stand the summer heat
Too much to feel, too weak to need.

Who is to seal himself against such tears
And the bittersweet mouth of the Night;
Who sleeps behind the fluorescent light,
Beyond his amber sight, to embrace.

Who shall rain himself with my love, and be
The celtic rainbow I shall live to see,
And who hath lived, who wants more
To feel in love like never before?

Who shall be my poisoned delight;
And such delight can cause sickness,
To be kissed by me, the temptress;
In white senseless, sensous caresses.

Who shall be my white star, and moon
To be the gate to my afternoon;
And to begin as my lover
Into the lulled dream of forever.

Who shall be my curse, and fate
To be light and well just in death,
And tempt me more with regal breath
To live more, and not be dead?

Who is the temptuous wave, and craze
To make my life a swirling maze;
And in haze dab kisses at my lips
Living love at my fingertips.

Who is the choir, and violent chorus;
That I shall have forgotten rivalry,
And I, at that midnight, shyly blush,
Who can fight the handsome destiny?

Who is the strongest storm, and why
All the midnight earth is so dubious;
And love has had me curious,
In my daylight fantasy about the sky.

Who is the virtuous Rain, and then
I hath to run away, and begin again
To be born again like this, anew
Knowing thou hath been real, and true

Who is the vigilant Thunder, yet
The best of me is still in my head;
And not many theories hath been in poetry
I hath not excited all the joys in me.

Who is the vile Cloud, and thus
I miss winters still, and must
I shall love then, much as in a poem
And entrap love, as in words.

Who is the vicious dance, and hence
I shall not again be the sole *****
My heart, be home to another then
That he shan't ask why, nor when.

Who is the virile Night, and so
I shall stay about, be in the know
Who is to claim my song, and words
Who shall kidnap me in his worlds?

Who is the violent Light, and again
Who is to be my sarcastic dance?
I am just a faint, untouched *****
That in a sore halt, faded.

Who is to be my tasty Moon, and back
To be the love I hath yet to make
And to give, whilst I shall take
Behind me, by the lake.

Who is the triumphant Touch, and be
Beyond the buoyant Might to the sea
Entranced only by the transparent night,
Too risky to envision, but bright;

Who is the victorious, and he
From the voyage of Destiny
Crossing such seas, just all right
Arriving in the morning and at night;

Who is the colourful love, and me
Behind all the hatred and meanings I see;
I see there a wonderful light, and yet
I am ready not to transgress tonight.

Dream a dream of funbeing,
Live a life so happy,
With the one that makes you laugh and smile,
To see them dreamy and content.
To run in the paths of fantasy and joy.
To feel the water between your feet,
Holding hands in beamy sunshine.
They come, they go.
A misunderstanding too far,
A reckoning so tired and unfaithful.
Do they not know, do they not care.
For this heart so tender and kind.
This heart always outreaching,
For a love so lost and temptuous.

That temptuous lure
All my idols
Eyes dancing in firelight
Speak wonderingly in my ear
Let me become drunk on you

Concealing in the darkness,
Hiding in the silence,
Camouflaging in the impersonation,
I wish to assume a pseudonym to
be obscure in my ways, whims and            fancies,
To be unseen to all around me,
To be faded into oblivion of the thorny memories pestering me,
To be ignorant of the harsh realities of life
To be shrouded in the mystery of the world around me
To be sunk into an unfathomable,
Capricious and temptuous sea,
To be crouched in the sea bed
Lulled by the diverse marine species
To be lost and forgotten from the earthy
woes of a materialistic life,
To be devoid of the lucrative pleasures, the wicked world has to offer
To be amnesiac of the perilous kingdom of the filthy human monstors
Riding on the streets donning diabolic masquerades at night      
To hunt for lust, wealth, power,looting the innocent souls
To emerge powerful in the light of the world
I love to assume a pseudonym
To unleash the insane woman in me
To fly to the unknown valley of love
Teeming with myriad, gaily flowers
Opening their petals incensed with love
The nectarine lilacs, lavenders, honeysuckles, poppies enticing      
the buzzing bees always hovering around them to feed on
To be lovestruck in an exquisite and splendid moonlit night
To be possessed by a muse to be lunatic enough to pen endless poems of love
To blend with the mesmerizing beauty of the silent night
To gaze at the starry sky in its luminous  garb
To listen to the secret whispers of passionate love between the earth and sky
To swim in the secret lakes of love with my soul, to sleep under the boundless stars with him
To wander with the phantoms of the prophets of love
Echoing the valley with their undying love for their beloved
To be infused with their lunacy to be perpetually in love with the ****** life
To feel a real connotation for my existence in the diabolic world
Hence I wish to assume a pseudonym ever..
To live in the facade of invisiblity
To retain the aura of mystery...