Ivory finesse in
filigree curtains
delicately --
Casting shadows on
the flowing veils
of a silken caress
of moonlight
Breath of dark, pure
fragrance of a pearl
bud of orange
blossom
And love, deep dark
-- blue hues
Ivory satin flesh, soft
and fine
caressing curves
Languishing sensuously
on a silken
bed of lavender
purple
Breathe of passion, played
in the golden glow
of the moon's
dalliance
And love, deep down
-- blue hues
Ivory fingers, fragile
playing a melody
of lustful
attention
Scattering shadowy
images in the
pale gold
of the light's
flickering perfusion
Yellow pale on purple
lavender
And love, deep dark
-- blue hues
October 28, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Loving ripples on an
ocean blue
Light bright sun
glimmer gliding
Soft silky surf curls
lapping at my feet
And dancing in the
swell of blue kisses
I think of you
across oceans of
love
Silently almost, the surf
caresses the white sand
In an endearing grin,
of passion -- surging
Full -- released in
sizzling hot silicon
crystals of sand
And I sigh for your
nearness, your touch
The sun's mellow
loveliness
Kissing my back
Lovingly, softly, in
a dance of joy
I kick the sand
Scattering sprays of
diamonds through
the salty silence
And praise the earth
for its beauty
Its bountiful presence
And I dream
a vision --
Of white silk and
loving
October 27, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
I wrote a poem
about love
And the flames of
sunlight's piercing
rays
Burnt it
Consumed its passion
in jealousy
For such love
is undeniable
And written reveals
the truth of life
I wrote a poem
that was consumed
In the heat of day's
burning
A tale of passion
and of caring
Of love caught
in the snares
of providence
And born, never died
But lived like
the sun
Burning bright
I wrote a poem
about enduring
love
Of love's connivance
in a play
A tragedy, a comedy,
a drama
Above all a romance
Of lives disparate
Thrown in a whirlwind
and spun
Through the air
In love
I wrote a poem
so powerful
The sun consumed it
For fear, for fear
it would conquer
the world
Of love in all its
dimensions
Its shadows
caressing the earth
And so my love
consumed
in the sun's passion
Was born again
October 24, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Black wires, taut
in vibrating oscillation
Scream out the
anguish of the dead
Torn and ripped
in blood sacrifice
To politics and
ambition
Thwarted lives,
distorted lies
Black wires
and hell
In the jagged edges
of a razor's attack
Human slices,
babies and mothers
Dead in a crusade
to kill the cause
The mythical enemy
Disposable items
in a broader agenda
Black wires, cutting deep
The thrust of ambition
and the heat of
missiles
Exploding in the
villages
And panic, refugees
And on the tanks
grind --
the flesh of babies
strewn across the
gray lands
October 14, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Greeting the new
millennium
with a new diplomacy
It started in Kosovo
and now the entire
world has the
message
It's not new, of course
They've been practicing
it for centuries
The politicians, the generals
and their merchant backers
Shuffling cards, human
lives on a green table
Face up, and it's
blood red
Hearts broken
and hell's ambition
They're racing into the
twenty first century
In tanks and planes
Preceded by misguided
missiles
And then it's face to
face
And the age old story
of hate and revenge
And blood endlessly
flowing
in an age old frenzy
October 24, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
I thought back to that
dark day
The thirteenth of May
It's when I took Boots,
dying -- to be silenced
To be given that
fast shot
To kill the heart
And that night I
died, too
I thought back to nearly
five years before that
When alone, and in pain
Often drunk
I had that kitten
A gift from Sandra,
a loving daughter
He was my pal,
my distraction
My savior
If it wasn't for Boots
I think I'd be dead
For six months he was
my sole soulmate
Locked in that melancholy
apartment
Marriage in ruins
and life in disarray
And he'd be there
waiting patiently
To play
When I came home
Well time went on
and I quit the booze
Turned my life around
and found new insights
New thoughts and ways
A world I had lost
and new discoveries
And Boots was there
Constant, a companion
I used to think if he died
I'd die, too
Because he was all I
could trust
In those somber sober days
Slowly recovering, regenerating
Feeling my way
to the edge
And new life's beginning
If he went
I knew I'd die
Well four years on, he got ill
And I watched him shrivel
and shriek
The awful agony of dying
But I couldn't let him go
Then that fateful day --
the thirteenth of May
He was on the edge
in hellish pain
So I took him
and the end came
In a single shot --
and his heart stopped
Dead
And mine screamed in torrents
of fragmented shards
That wet his soft black fur
And I buried him in the silent
somber sober gloom
That dusky thirteenth evening
With a rose bush as
a marker
An eternal flame
Secret -- its name
Fragrant and pure
And thanked Boots
for my sobriety
My sanity --
in this insane society
And I wept...
September 2, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Softly whispering your
name, I transgress
in my mind's wanderings
Back through our story
To the beginnings
Before birth
In our embryonic dreams
And a leaf falls on
my diary
Laying there in homage
to perpetuity
The loving sun caressing
my back
Penetrating warmth
deep to my heart's sigh
Softly whispering your
name, I ponder
how heaven's kiss
came in raindrops
Cleansing my soul
and enjoining us
Then why, I ask --
this separation
A test?
Of what? Our agony
in love denied!
And the leaf fell
to the floor
Softly whispering
'love, love'
A sigh to the winds
I peered into the
warm haze
And another leaf fell
close by my foot
in an autumn blessing
And it seemed suddenly
I was in a dream
Through seasons
wandering with you
Emerging finally
in the burst of Spring
October 12, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Thrusting inward
fractile blue
twisting dagger
steel
my heart it strikes
deep searing
we swirl
among the ice cold stars
Flowing, ebbing
white silk
sensuously
laid on a cloud
of ultimate desires
our thirst
in the misty passion
In sliding curves
a ballet of love
Velvet flocks
Flesh
ivory cream
played in pearls
Dark navy
the sky
blue heaven
Covers, clouds
close, covetous
Pleading, probing, longing
thrusting,
Consuming the night
in black velvet
creamy white
union
October 11, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
I'm writing these verses
They're not mine
A Russian poet, a hero
He died in a cold hotel
room, alone
Desolate
But these aren't those
last verses
They're his 'Persian
Motifs'
About love and longing
For a woman, a
beautiful land
His Persia, in his mind
And I'm listening
to a melody
-- of love's languishing
Sung by a nightingale
-- her sweet exotic
voice lingering
in my saddened mind
'But you are my only
And we don't say goodbye'
The music goes on...
And tears swell in my
eyes
And my heart?
I dream, I cry, I pray
And the song goes...
'We don't say goodbye'
'You are my only'
And I cry...
for you
September 22, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
In the early hours
candles, voices
Of a ship's slicing
passage on a
blue azure lake
Splurging, searing,
sifting
through the surf wake
Sounds, soft, surging
Passage of a ghostly ship
in the memories
of my mind
Awakening, aroused
Early in destiny's
calling
I awake, restless
Where are you in
this dream?
This reality?
Uncertain, perplexed
I ponder
Trying to unravel
this mysterious
memory
Of a dream
A ship's passage on
the cool blue azure
lake of destiny's
reflection
Voices, visions of
a memory recalled
In the early hours,
perplexed
September 14, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Caring as I do
I wander the
avenues of longing
searching
Your presence in the
flowers, the streams
The silence in the
forests
That embrace your
name 'Love'
Caring as I do
I neglect the
ways of the world
And wander in my
mind's pursuit
of dreams
Yet to be
Perhaps never to be
But believing this truth
to be destined
That we will love
again
Caring, caring as I do
I caress the
sand
And watch the
fine sunbaked
grains
Cascade
Disappearing in
the desert of
longing
And I cry for you
Caring as I do
my life takes
on a perception
of unearthly tones
Of music divinely
given
Played in the
cathedral's
forest of lost souls
Where I seek you
And I say 'It
doesn't matter'
Yet I die for you
August 29, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
"That a hero lies
within you"
Evoking words of
a pop song on the
desert floor
Remembering the time...
the telephone
birthday wishes...
over the miles
the millennia
of high altitude strides
Delivered... from
a tape in a public
phone box
There...
Here... memories
passionate kisses
of a song
played across the
oceans
Rarefied, stratified
crackling emotions
Distance and dreams
"A hero in you"
It was playing again
here by the desert pool
We were here, too
Remember?
And we almost...
well we didn't
The music's playing
It reminds me
of too much
Tears in my eyes
And I try to write
it down
Strange the way things
happen
And it's still happening
dreaming of you
In the desert sun...
"and a hero" playing
August 25, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
In the agony of waiting
My thoughts dissipate
Shatter in a splintering
flash
Glass, vibrant
glistening
scatters
Like lost dreams
on the dusty floor
In the agony of waiting
My dreams flow
Falling into a
reflected pool
Deep in the chasm
of an endless wait
In the dank dampness
Deep down among
the memories
In the agony of waiting
I lose my sense
of time
And float on
an ocean of
stillness
Listless, lifeless
Amid the ruins of
another time
Alone and
without purpose
In painful reflection
of then,
now
In the agony of waiting
I am tortured --
my soul lies
enmeshed
Entwined, entrapped --
in the waiting, needing,
longing
Unfulfilled thirst
hunger
Waiting
for your existence
Your touch
your soft breath
upon me
Waiting
August 15, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
In yellow clouds of primroses Passion between the sheets Flickering prisms of light Dappled shadows and fantasies In the play of loving, before, before In warm seclusion togetherness Quiet intensity, in mellow forgetfulness Sunday afternoon foreplay Chorus: No speeches, no moon This is our springtime serenade just foreplay, on a Sunday afternoon In yellow clouds of primroses To the gentle rattle of blinds We dream our day away In dappled shadows of a lazy afternoon Caressing, caressing, we play In the loving times of a gray day In warm seclusion togetherness Sunday afternoon foreplay Chorus: No speeches, no moon This is our springtime serenade just foreplay, on a Sunday afternoon Another time, hell's dark dream Now in the yellow and the sunlight Kissing our pains away, ever away In dreamy afternoon foreplay Languidly nourishing our souls In warm seclusion togetherness Quiet intensity, in mellow forgetfulness Sunday afternoon foreplay Chorus: No speeches, no moon This is our springtime serenade just foreplay, on a Sunday afternoon October 4, 1999 Michael David Coffey ©1999 Michael David Coffey
No speeches, no moon just foreplay, on a Sunday afternoon In yellow clouds of primroses Passion between the sheets The gentle rattle of the blinds And flickering prisms of light Dappled shadows, fantasies In the play of loving, before And warm seclusion together Quiet intensity, in mellow Sunday afternoon foreplay October 4, 1999 Michael David Coffey ©1999 Michael David Coffey
Warm spicy kisses
I dream of such
In the embering ashes
Reflection's of
a birch log's
crackling chorus
Amber, amber deep
Lost in the hazy corridors
of a distant sigh
You are there in
lace and velvet,
deep cinnamon
And in the shadows,
sensual touching
Cinnamon kisses
given and received
Spicy and warm
in the archaic image
Of amber -- deep, dark
mystical
And you,
in lace
and deep cinnamon
If there was a
richer life
I don't know it
Nor care to know
For me...
Lace and deep
cinnamon velvet
Kisses, spicy
warm and sweet
In the silvering
ashes of the
birch log
Our love is
amber
and cinnamon
October 1, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Skyline conglomerate, aggregated alps Confusion, in the traffics belching anger Sounds reverberating in the glassy canyons Clanking, groaning, the cable cars Crunch, fume, steel cables winding Shouts, slinky tight skirts, lean long Legs scurrying, hurrying to the lean Tall pyramidal cathedrals of commerce Shadows of the urban forest, shrouding The day's promise, in sleek limousines Oriental princesses and bankers In conurbation fast time, collision The forest, dark, dense, enclosing The mad bustle, hustle, commerce chasm Bookstores, exotic foodstores, fuckstores Italy in cappuccino, beat generation relics Church on the green, clank, clank City of hills, mind emanations, poetry Irish, Italians, Catholics, gays, lesbians Fascinating fringe revolution, culture Asia in Ireland, Guinness and Italian pasta September 30, 1999 Michael David Coffey ©1999 Michael David Coffey
Cinnamon, coriander, cloves Warm sensual swaying In the balmy breezes Salty tarragon and all spice, too Sinking in the deep red earth The brittle gray green of foliage Spicy bushes caressing the hillsides Like the Mount of Olives But this was cloves, sensual cloves And along the streets Laid out on cotton cloth, in vast ant like crowds, cloves and more cloves Harvest time, beneath the threatening eye Of the steely gray black volcano Its ever shuddering shadow, above me The aroma, the spicy kiss of cloves Warm on my lips It was a a long time ago But the smell of warm spicy cloves It conjures up such remembrances September 29, 1999 Michael David Coffey ©1999 Michael David Coffey
Tangled barbwire thistles, broken bricks Glass green emerald shards Hillocks and mounds A bombscape field of adventure Black broken down bicycle Chariot of fire, armored car Hurtling through the air Mud, blue sky, sweat and adventure At 12 it seemed like paradise As I patrolled my city block Bombed flat ten years before Strange how a war torn field In a city of destruction Became my escape to nature But the thistles, the nettles, Purple loosestrife in profusion Were my glory My whirlwind adventure And my black rusty steed It was my freedom from repression And sometimes, rarely I went with Margaret there She was my soulmate In the forests of a chapel We built a wooden house there Like Robin Crusoe in a city block But this place was behind tall walls Of decaying brick, crumbling And within behind the white and black Chapel A forest, wild in the city confusion Dense thickets of young sycamores That we cut and hewed And created our seclusion there A secret place in a secret world Of youthful joys, native creation September 28, 1999 Michael David Coffey ©1999 Michael David Coffey
Morning
the light of dawn's
intricate play
in green reflective
visions of spring
March
beginnings
creation
charismatic
concentration
Love making
in the captured
raptured
House on the hill
Snow laden
protectorate
Morning
glistening
ice contortions
cling tenaciously
To the green wooden
decaying frame
Frozen
Blue borders
Ancient brittle
glass panes
Looking through
mist dew
fogged breath
White black landscape
Smiling
You Me
cold breathe mingling
vapors
a lovers kiss
September 26, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
In striking elegance
in brown supine
surrendering
Lost in the oasis of palms
fanlike deliverances
of a greeting
You are there in cotton
green black lime green
bikini
Black hair held high
from the pool
you emerge
like a panther
In striking elegance
in lounging leisure
bedecked
in sensual
awareness
You lounge like a cat
waiting, watching
aware
Sexuality evoking
hungry
legs languishingly
given
And eyes dark lie
sapphire beacons
Evoking
In striking elegance
in goddess like poise
bedazzling
The dusky light kissing your
brown skin
Caressing your lips
provoking
Evoking sexuality
Aching hunger
And lips moist, dewy
lingering, beckoning
And shoulders
surrendering
Modern Nefertiti
August 25, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Love is an apparition
A ghostly vision
a fantasy
Acted out on a
mountain
High in misty
waves, delusion
Love is that way
Carrying hearts
away
Among the dreamy
snow scenes
Of a fantasy
of heavenly lights
Rainbow colors
cascading
throwing their
dewy teardrops
on the
flower strewn
bed
Where lovers play
Love is a delusion
a play. a diversion
Without it --
dull life and...
boredom
Yet love brings
a burden
Of pain, heart felt
pain
of needing
longing
And agony in
parting
Love is a delusion
A diversion
from death's
final curtain
A theme of
adventure
fantasy
And pageantry
An enterprise
a vision
a timeless
parable of emotions
deep and felt
Of tragedy
and comedy
And parting
August 14, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Tears in a glance
of sadness
In this parting
nothing joyful
Of life's necessity
it seems our way
To play this game
of lovers
Meeting and depleting
In the freshness
of an afternoon
Sun warming our faces
Our hearts grow dark
in braving this moment
And departing
Waving, waving our lives
in different directions
Lost in the miles
A repeating pattern
of pain and loss
And I look at you once more
Time's tears falling
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
You're gone now
to see the doctor
About an erosion
on your heart
You're gone now
and you were so upset
It took from me
At least for the minute
You're gone now
and I'm here alone
Pondering, wondering
Feeling slightly guilty
You're gone now
and though I said
'It's okay, don't worry'
I'm worried sick!
You're gone now
and all I can do
Is await your return
It'll be okay, I pray
You're gone now
And there is a void
in my heart
I am worried for you
You're gone now
Like you were last night
Gone from my nearness
In your own concerns
You're gone now
And when you return
I'll pray that you smile
And that we are okay,
Again
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
I wish life were full
of kisses
Of soft sensuous
nurturing
kisses
From dawn 'til night
Just kisses, sweet
enduring lips
Engaged in communion
Kisses from head to foot
Lingering here and there
And well, especially
there
Oh I wish life were
an everlasting dream
Of kisses
with you
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Love is a magical moment
played out in the shadows
Of a mystical dance
among spires and towers
A Gothic drama in an
Italian village
A Renaissance Fair in a
Turkish Bazaar
It is color, tragedy
and intensity
All mixed in fragments
of abstraction
A dynamic gust of
cold
Warm winds sweeping
through the corridors
Of an ancient castle
And love in the shadows
Candles and minstrel
music
Or the thunder of a
commuter train
Doors banging and
distant footsteps
Nearer, door closing
Lovers lying loving
In the city flat
or the castle tower
On a moonlit beach
or in hell's dominion
Love plays out its tune
Whispering its designs
in delightful sensuous
strokes of soft touches
Sweet, sweet lips
engaging
And always that
intermingling of colors
Fragments in ecstasy
Vivid, vital vibrant
movements
In the shadows of
a lovers meeting
A magical, mystical
drama of a moment
In life's tortuous play
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
In the afternoon glint of
a winter's kiss
A sun warmed breeze
among the pines
As we walked in
peaceful meanderings
In love, yet hurting
in our concerns
To live, yet not
quite living still
Scattered lights of
winter's warming
Sun glistening reflections
on the melting snow
Crunching beneath our
feet in the forest
As we walked in
peaceful meanderings
In love, yet hurting
in our concerns
To love, and love more
Yet not quite being still
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Check out, check in,
is life out there
or within
It's wild in the garden
among the weed
infested roses
I wonder sometimes
if living
is life
It's such a tangle
of toil
in this big
small minded world
Check out time
move on
Groceries in the bag
and life on the run
Here, there, anywhere
just keep moving
Okay
it's good to be that way
right?
Wrong!
It's a sad sad fact
that everyone is running
October 12, 1999
Now that's party time folks!
Yeah they reach the 6 billion
mark at planet earth
Watch out McDonalds
And they said it couldn't be done
Turn in your grave old Malthus
Knock knock
anyone at home?
No
Okay
Guess you're all out there
Running, like rats
chased, chasing
Yikes
Let me out of here
Spaceship Venus fly me
to paradise
anywhere
Leave this rat hole
to the rats!
September 23, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
To my love, a whisper of an ocean Blue and silent in the warmth of the summer A day in the flutter of sweet remembrances Lying in the hot sands in a touch Of love's kisses and the sensual surf Surging along the sand As we embrace in the golden clouds Of an ecstasy of dreams To my love, the singing surf in our hearts Creamy silver horses in our minds A day in the flutter of sweet remembrances Dancing in love as we touch Our kisses soothing the anguish of memories Lost in the rhythmic beat of the waves On the burning sands, surging As we embrace in the silver heavens Of an ecstasy of reality Michael David Coffey ©1999 Michael David Coffey
Explosions in the
stark blue black sky
A myriad shards of
bloodied glass
A life, a family, shattered
lives
Digital diagnosis and
precision strikes
And death of an innocent
Explosions in the bloodied
night
Yugoslavia on fire
And all to restore
the glory of the night
A president, vain,
architect of death
Orders the strikes
Bombers, ballistics, logistics
and high explosives
Explosions in the
tear stained night
When innocents die
to save a lie
A president and his
reputation
Restored in the frightful
night?
Glory to freedom and
democracy!
And an innocent lies
in fragments of glass
Shattered in the
Yugoslavian night
March 26, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Azure blue heavenly sky, Butterflies float in profusion Jungle book in electronic vision, Pirouetting - free In a dreamy illusion - blue roses, Phosphorescent ballet Michael David Coffey ©1999 Michael David Coffey
In the snow laden
lands of lost thoughts
A village standing alone
on the banks of a wide river
Snow thick on the ice
A landscape of pristine white
Smoke curling upwards
from wood stoves
In an embrace of life
as it used to be
When people were of
the village
And life was simple pleasures
Crumbling houses
and a memorial
Broken to the glorious fallen
now forgotten
Empty stores
The bookstore, the baker,
the potter, the hairdresser
All gone to the city
or oblivion
As the melting snow
falls from an iron roof
And the old people
recount the tales
Of olden days
and old religion
Revolutions and starvation
And times swimming
in the river
A summer's day
And the last village
Slowly decaying
into memories
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Snow kisses
soft in a
flurry of
ice crystals
Clear fresh
sharp in a
cascade of
diamond lights
Snow kisses
sweet in a
cold crisp
crescendo
of pure love
Copyright 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
In love springs hope
eternal in my mind
Though dreaming such
is a diversion
From routine's ways
Yet in love I seek
my progress
To escape this dull
dying and -
Seeking love's discovery
Come alive again
In love is my salvation
escaping from deadly
Descent into boredom's
banality
Here in this place
of passion regenerated
I come alive
Reborn in the youth
of life
Each sound a storm
of living
Each gentle touch
a surge of creativity
And in such love
I am alive
Again
In love, and only
here
There is hope
Rejuvenation
In the pursuit
of life's renewal
In children
and in passion
Of discovering
each other
In the loving
of intimacy
Throwing off the
shroud of convention
In seeking hope
in love's heart
And in so
being
Hope is love
March 23, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
I know of a garden
in my dreams
Of love and roses
in the sea soaked
Winds of a distant land
Of Grecian vases and
Turkish arches
Where love lingers
in the perfume
Of a maiden's breath
I know of a garden
in my dreams
Where sweet kisses
pervade the mood
And lovers meet
to consummate their
Knowing in needs of love
Such a place of
warm mists of ocean
Breezes in the whisper
Of a lover's wish
I know of a garden
of loving thoughts
Where hand in hand
you can wander
In a dreamy illusion
of fragrant damask
Roses lingering in
the gateways
To a sacred place
of holy water
Where kisses wet
the lips
Of lovers in love
I know of a garden
of joyous solemnity
Where the winds ring
melodies of enchantment
And lovers rest
in calm solitude
Dreaming of being
forever in love
And lingering there
the dream becomes
Reality in a warm ocean
Breeze of caressing endearment
And lovers drink of the waters
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
A bed of loving
like a path
In the dark music
laden night
Together in this
space
Transfixed on
the cross of love
Narrow space
and us in prison
Confined
in our love
And no escape
except more
loving
The pain of
confinement
Born purposefully
here in the dark
Where our love
confined
Was measured
and given
A narrow bed
of restricted possibilities
Yet our love
was the greater
Confined and
intensified
In the path
of loving
No escape
And we gave -
completely
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Loving in the night's
softness
A quietness in the
blue gray blanket
Snow on the ground
And warm in isolation
We began to love
Softly in the stars
Adrift
Loving as we do, we did
softly
A beauty born of
loving
Gently, sweetly
in the warm togetherness
And outside the cold night
Inside our
Loving
Loving hungrily
in delightful union
Among the warm
surroundings
In the dark, caring
and relaxation
Our journey begun
was of beauty
Born of a loving met
And all there was -
met
In Loving
Michael David Coffey
Michael David Coffey
In the brightest times A freeing spirit My mind alight for you Your voice softly saying In the reunion Another time again That immeasurable pleasure Of the first kiss The embrace and warm feeling In the meeting of spirits Always together Yet un-joined A communion of loving In the greeting And the look, the loving Of our loving ways In the reunion Michael David Coffey ©1999 Michael David Coffey
Wild times in the winter
of our togetherness
In billowing blankets
And loving, sweetness
Of kisses delectable
And caresses softly arousing
Wild times in our contentment
In the winter starkness
Naked passion in warm
togetherness of union
A lovers paradise in
the secluded oneness
Wild times in our enduring
Loving of each other
In discovering the old
Anew and love transcending
Our bodies in spiritual time
And warmness in our hearts
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
It's a strange ugly world
43 dead an explosion
A terrorist bomb in Moscow
A baby lies plastic wrapped
in blood red tears
And they're killing
people in fields in East Timor
In celebration of 'freedom's voice'
It's a strange sick world
And I listen to
the girl singing
'And I will love you,
love you'
I think she was on NBC
5 PM News last night
It's a strange wonderful message
But they ain't hearing it
out there
It's a strange ugly world
And nobody really listens
They're killing more babies now
than they ever did before
All plastic wrapped
tattered in blood red tears
And the mothers are dead
And who's doing it all?
Well us of course
It's a strange nasty world
September 13, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
The beat plays in my soul Soothing my aching My burnt memories etched in twisted sinews Gnarled like the tortured pine carved by an ancient storm Clouds, menacing, rolling in towards me, disperse The rhythm of a refrain heals my ashen thoughts and I am released September 11, 1999 Michael David Coffey ©1999 Michael David Coffey
Military, militia, the crackle
of machine gunfire
A man of freedom lies dead
A bullet in the head now
Free
Freedom in blood
UN observers and mandates
from the people
They burnt the great man's house
down
And drove the bishop from the East
It's the West the people call on
to help them
And the president (US) said it was
'simply unacceptable'
Meanwhile, they slaughtered
a hundred in a church
And the killing will go on
and on
But they won't send troops in
to help the Timorese
You see they aren't in our
national interests
No oil, no strategic place on the map
Just a poor people trying to live
in freedom
And they will
in another land
Or in blood... massacred
The military will free East Timor
You'll see
of all its people
(dead or deported)
You'll see
September 10, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
October 13, 1999
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