Flaming my eyes;
her in my sight.
Heavy my heart;
ambiguous delight.
Screaming my mind;
the words I can't find.
Thrust into confusion;
all I know is lost!
Swept away with beauty;
into her beauty I'm tossed.
© 1998
Would you consider the inconceivable nothing?
What ponderance of abstraction could justify a depiction?
Certainly not the lack of substance,
for to lack, we already possess.
Could you calculate the density of nothing,
or measure the length or width of the space,
that remains void of matter?
Do these thoughts defy your logic,
or have you never considered the inconceivable nothing?
© 1998
Stepping down stairs;
one flight after another.
Into the bowels of the earth,
I follow my lover
With hair, pitch black,
that's fastened with silver.
Lips so red, like blood from a wound.
Sconces dull light,
and dull echoes in vangaard
Lighting her face,
and raising my spirits
She pronounces the way
through trials most dark
Her love warms the cold,
and burns through my heart.
© 1998
Wind rush round in salty air
Around my face, as outward I stare
Across the bow, to liquid freedom
Across the bow, to blue mirrored blue
Sounds of ship, ocean and seagull
Rape my ears and my spectrum of hearing
My hopes and dreams, I've taken with me
My hopes and dreams, on the open sea
A feeling of awe, I think I must explode
From the wonderous exitement that now unfolds
I can't understand my captivation
by wave upon wave, into darkness we flow
From port to stern, I take the view
From port to stern, I wait for you
Keel streaming through the frigid waves
White water rush, from the aft breaks the wake
On to the new world, with new found love
On to the new world, with head held high
On past the zenith of North Atlantic night
Never the stars so brilliant to my sight.
Early morning darkness, still thick in the sky
Shudders and moans rip through the ship
But none can be bothered on this unsinkable trip
Soon enough, the warning is called
On with your life preservers, one and all
Into the lifeboats, women and children first
We've hit an iceberg, we'll sink for sure
Departed families, lovers torn apart
As shrieking metal, buckles from the strain
Drawn to the depths, like a moth to a flame
Parting words and atonements are made
As we prepare for death, our prayers are said
My love in a lifeboat, I send her away
To carry on life, with but thoughts of me
Obstinate love, pulls her off the boat
Leap for the rail, to die by my side
To the aft, we make our way
To the aft, two lovers stay
Cracking, lurching, ground split asunder
As half the ship races up under
Onto the rail, escaping gravities pull
As we watch them tumble and scream
Into eternity and cold ocean blue
Hands entwined, our love pronounced
two souls become one, at their final hour.
© 1998
Through leave strewn forest
We walk with intent;
Carrying what tools we found in the shed.
As wonder descends on ones so young,
Dirt packed down and pathway done.
By soles of the shoes in which we play,
the path through the forest marks the way.
What marvels to behold in the woods behind our house;
A world of our own, our parents not allowed.
Plywood, and two by fours, fastened by nail;
Stolen from worksights, through the woods we found.
Up in trees, where the fortress was built,
We'd plot and scheme till the plans had been dealt.
Quick witted children huddle round, and do ply,
their minds to the mission, on each other they rely.
Decked out in blue jeans and tv show shirts.
Each to their post, for the enemy we look.
Field glass in hand, their movements detected;
All are prepared, as they creep up on us - -
Shadowed by tree and meshed in with leaves,
By wooden walls our movements unseen.
Into position earth-clod in hand,
As nears there approach, the battle cry said...
Out from our hiding, out of leaves and bunkered dirt;
Ready for battle from trees we emerge;
Descending like night upon bewildered eyes.
As dirt-clods are thrown we hear their cries;
Totaly bewitched for cover they run;
Leaving us the winners till another days fun.
© 1998
Her eyes on me, I do shake
My heart would burst from my chest,
if not for that one ounce of will.
Wet hands shiver and eyes dart away - -
Inaudible whispers, are solitary sounds.
I regain composure and a pint of resolve...
Then I say the most inane thing in the world;
She giggles gleefuly at my half-witted remark
and smiles wide open from both mouth and eyes...
I return the smile from ear to ear,
and the weight on my chest now dissappears.
In brilliant green eyes, lies my obsession;
All of my love, now in her possession.
© 1997
People are so full of shit;
pretentious bastards we are.
Myriad reasons for a spectrum full of lies;
each to be self justified.
I am not to be excluded, for my manners exact the same.
As for your moral and ethical standards,
they are but a conformity to society;
while amongst certain social groups,
to be altered and reformed;
to adapt to a different group
and a alternate standard of ethics;
as a particular style of clothing
is selected in accordance with the occasion.
We can not be to blame for these atrocities,
for we are designed to be
jealous, distrustful, paranoid, and biased.
Some would call favoritism racism
but it is more a case, in most cases,
of a common like, dislike, or a lack thereof
that decides which person is chosen for whatever.
© 1998
Drawn deep into your eyes,
Sparkling with love.
I fall into the depths;
submerged in warm feelings,
all of my love pours forth;
emotions like cool rain,
quenching my soul.
your love wraps round my heart,
and mine is yours for all of time.
© 1997
All of our dreams
come crashing like thunder.
Into our minds;
they sprout like flowers.
All of our life
we wait for that moment - -
The Golden feelings eminate;
Spreading Joy to all those around you.
I wish you this Joy;
our hearts are kindred,
our dreams eternal.
© 1998
Writhing in bubbling black sludge,
in fields of black putrid decay.
Clawing the surface for some solid plane - -
Pysiognomy never devulged my potential,
But karma has dragged me down every time;
flailing, kicking and cursing the world.
All for the girls.
All for the girls.
Jagged razors pierce my skin,
as I howl in horrid misery;
for these wounds are self inflicted!
I've paid the price thats tagged for deception,
but indirectly my sentence was issued.
I tasted the sweets that the tooth doth crave,
but bloated on indulgance I'd become...
the tooth decays.
All for the girls.
All for the girls.
Spinning in the vortex of my guilty soul...
I shriek from the vivid imagery of mind!
This pain strikes the very core of my being,
and no longer can I endure.
I've searched for the link to bind me together,
and toiled with the emotion of love.
But, in my sojourn I stopped for sustenance - -
for my trip had been so long.
My err lies in a double bed,
with sheets of satin and the smell of sex...
My muse is always a witless tart,
both timid and innocent of my crafty art;
But in the end, the toll is paid;
with pangs in my chest,
and unsettled mind.
And as before...
All for the Girls.
All for the girls
© 1998
By soft yellow glow,
mingled with grey-white twirling smoke
I lay in my bed,
covers pulled to my throat - -
My eye's focused on pages,
propped on my chest,
As the book draws me into
its magickal quest!
With pictures sketched in my mind
The authors world comes alive;
Indulging in fantasy
and holding still time.
An escape from my world;
Books link to others.
And I loose myself to
the thoughts of another.
Clyde H Woodfin Jr.
© 1998
You run through my mind...
In my every waking moment
thoughts of you flow like water
Cascading over my mind;
water falls...
Through me, your all - -
Warm like summer
and as deep as the oceans blue.
All that you are;
Is all that i love...
And all that you are
is you!
Clyde H Woodfin Jr.
© 1997
Parting thoughts of...
Where I am;
Where I'll be;
Ill never know!
But as my time with you is spent- -
No future worries;
Just embracing the present!
Clyde H Woodfin Jr.
© 1997
Warm saturated mists,
round my face,
they do spin;
submerged in the pleasure
on my face.
contented grin!
Warm summer water
inundated with salt;
basking in yellow;
on my face,
solitary thought.
these moments
I treasure.
These sensations
I adore - -
With time left still standing...
on my face;
time is no more.
Clyde H Woodfin Jr.
© 1997
We walk the path of dark and light
In dreamless eyes you'll see our plight
With moon in sky, like sun in day
We pace the halls eyes wide awake
With thoughts like oceans, swelling in mind
We pray our bodies, unconsciousness find
Terrible turmoil, rolls round our heads
As the body horizontal, lies in it's bed
With thoughts of this, that and the other
And minds that roam, to thoughts of a lover
Bodies vertical and risen again
Searching to occupy, that which hinders
Uneven cycles, wheels wobble round
The faster we peddle, the more we lose ground
Spinning in circles, round the sun in the sky
Faster and faster the experience flies
Waiting for circles, revolutions to turn
Till all thoughts are spent, and all energy burned.
Clyde H Woodfin Jr.
© 1998
Formed by moral standard,
but betrayed by hypocrosy!
Wanton desires get the better of me;
Fueled by libido's incesant burning!
Consumed by passions intense flame;
Hindered by my helpless folly...
over and over,
and over again!
Clyde H Woodfin Jr.
© 1997
Into darkness,
you and I - -
Through dimly lit,
quarter moon night
Through the trees;
our thoughts rebound.
Through the air;
our passion profound
In the sky;
myriad lights
On corneas lie;
reflected sight.
Like open windows
in summers breeze
I gaze inside;
inside is me
Wishful prelude
to what will be...
or fanciful dreaming
on a mid Summer's Eve?
Clyde H Woodfin Jr.
© 1997
All I ever wanted was to be happy,
but it doesn't come easy
I fell into anothers other half
Now I'm drowning on hollow memories
My lungs filled and brimming,
eyes still open wide
I see the surface and grab for life.
Love can save me and her hand can set me free.
I've been under a long time, and still I wait for she.
Clyde H Woodfin Jr.
© 1997
Have you ever wondered of the tales untold
of the mysteries of life, waiting to unfold
Of the galaxies of hope, for lives lightyears past
The simplicity of life, is the complexity of man
Do you ever find sleep an unreachable span
When the dreamer dreams before the subconscious can
With thoughts of life and fears of the future
Our lives become fitful, our fears become fatal
Will we ever break free of the body that binds us
Or from the tuition taught to a mind that confines us
Into an ethereal limbo, will we fall
To gather like mists, one soul with all.
To bury the body and raise the spirit
To flush the mind of all that inhibits
To leave this world for another plain
With thoughts of returning to Earth again
Clyde H Woodfin Jr.
© 1997
Deep within a forest valley
Both sounds of life and solitude surround me
No hustle and hurry
only animals scurry
And i'm left to think about it all
Sunlight pierces through close quartered trees
In shafts of gold light that sparkle on leaves
Mists from the morning still linger on
As birds of the forest sing magickal songs
On leave strewn flooring and sodden earth
I travel this realm with wonder and mirth.
Clyde H Woodfin Jr.
© 1997
© 1997
© 1997
As I counted all my memories,
and time spent in misery
Thought of all the good times we had,
guess things haven't been all that bad
When I think of all the love you've shown,
no longer can I say I'm alone
With you I feel i'm at home
No matter where I stay
And with you I want to go
With you I'm not alone
Because your the only one,
it's true.
Clyde H Woodfin Jr.
© 1997
Blazing reds, orange-yellow collides,
frothed with purple, as daylight dies.
As a chill creeps in and cools the air,
a hole-riddled black velvet fills the sky.
Rolling hills and fields of green,
covered with night become unseen.
Behind the velvet a light must flare,
for a myriad of bright dots fill the air.
One in particular, both large and white,
dwarfs the others and lights the night.
With the decline of day, dusk leads into dark,
with the coming of the stars not far behind.
Clyde H Woodfin Jr.
© 1997
Swans are the beauty upon the lake
Sun glittered water sparkled in wakes
And how the scene I see, reminisces of art
Like a painting on canvas, or a glossy postcard
Lost in thought, as I gaze at the wonder
Wonderful places move me to thought
And how like my dreams, comes the splendor
The beauty thats life, on my cornea rendered
Like fields of grain, and spools of silk
Running through softness, the softness like felt
To feel the texture of sights that I see
And ponder the poetry, in my sight it does gleem
Clyde H Woodfin Jr.
© 1998
Profound introspection
I soul search everyday
Trying to find direction
i've got to find a way
How many more tomorrows
till all is said and done
I here the clock ticking
but no hands do I see
Heaps and piles of misdeeds
stacked up to the sky
How long till it tumbles down
and to hell with me
to fry
Procrastination
such an obstinant foe
delaying retribution
for each and every woe
If but to make amends
with a drifting thought
and sincere regret
tinged with compassionate heart
I could die with ease
and peace of mind
without the baggage of a mislived life
Then, into eternity
with wings spread wide
and into the nothing
with nothing to hide.
Clyde H Woodfin Jr.
© 1997
Searing stares, at me from behind
Nefarious plots, threat to end my life
I bide my time, where I will, and when i'm able
Till I uncover the scheme, and dispose of the traders
Their whispered words ring harsh in my ears
And my fevered brain for my life, it does fear
To which corner, what direction to go
Their coming to kill me, I know, I just know.
Clyde H Woodfin Jr.
© 1997
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