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For those who have inspired me....
Forward:
What you have before you is an entanglement of poems, a chaos of words,
which spewed forth over the last eight years. The poems have been an attempt
to explain some aspects of myself to my psyche. I have never shown any of this
work before, except to a very close circle of friends. I ask you not to rationalize
the work, but only to accept it for what it is. Thanks.
The Stars
As time may pass,
the stars will remain the same.
In the heavens they will stay,
seen only at night
if ever seen at all.
Millions of light years away,
the stars send its image.
Coming so very slowly,
the light is the only memory
of a time long ago.
Feel for the stars,
try to grasp their power.
Stars are such giants
but to our eyes
only specks of light.
The stars are there for you.
If you watch them
the stars will give
the peace and satisfaction
as if time stood still.
A Daydreamer
Many thoughts I do ponder,
as I let my mind wander,
while sitting under a leafy tree,
letting my mind roam free.
Walking down a seashore,
not really wanting more,
having all that life can give,
taking a moment, just to live.
Feeling the newly laden dew,
and enjoying the world's azure hue,
spending many of my hours,
smelling the myriad of flowers.
Laying quietly, totally unseen,
in a field of pleasant green,
deeply breathing the fresh air,
if only life could always be fair.
I do not want to go back to the crowd,
because their every word seems so loud,
but I prefer the quiet still,
upon the yonder majestic hill.
As I might sit peacefully here,
and so passes another year,
as a daydreamer, might I be,
through my eyes, a world I do see.
Standing Still
Put your hair back
and don't really care
that our world is
really not that fair.
Your father told you
not to talk loud
and not to be
so tall and proud.
When we were little,
just girls and boys,
so soon we were lost
from our dolls and toys.
What really happened
from those precious days?
So many changes,
in so many ways.
I wish I could show you
what you have done,
as you lead your life
into an endless run.
Now, a breeze is blowing
as you are standing still.
In life is that
your only thrill?
I Want to Know You
I want to dine with you.
For as the waiter may come,
I'll ask for a table for two.
I want to carry you.
In times of trouble,
you can get through.
I want to remember you.
So as we may pass on a street,
I will know who.
I want to soar with you.
Up high upon eagle's wings,
just to see the view.
I want to be with you.
For there are places to go,
and things for us to do.
I want to wake up with you.
So we could go for a walk,
in the morning dew.
I want to dream with you.
Upon a magic carpet,
to the heavens we flew.
I want to grow with you.
So we can look back,
at all the times we grew.
I want to tell you.
I love you, so you can't
say that you never knew.
My Love Lies There
My love lies there
and with her smile
I am taken for the while.
Her soft hand and hair
she needs no disguise
for the sight to my eyes
is so bright and so fair.
Such a beautiful thing
does this sight bring;
I give my love and care.
This love will always grow
and my heart will know
that our lives we will share.
Falling Stars
I saw a star falling the other day.
Oh, how it seemed to just slip away.
It sort of reminded me of you,
of how it was breaking through.
That star couldn't last long,
like us, it fought so strong
but as with our heavenly bout,
the fire just quickly went out.
With wings, we once could fly;
we now only can say good-bye.
Looking up at heaven, in the dew
while dreaming and thinking of you
I remember the words we would say
and now I wish for that yesterday.
A Message
Your beauty was untainted;
Oh that girlish smile.
The immaturity hid,
by sweet denial.
How can you be so pure,
and I so old and alone?
But I know your love is sure,
for you want to be my home.
I don't know if this is only for today,
or for all of our eternity.
I don't listen to what they say,
and you know how I love thee.
Why to them is love so crude?
and their words cause such grief.
People sometimes seem too rude,
but your charm gives me relief.
Now let their words flow,
and don't pay attention to this.
For our affection will grow,
just stay, and I will give a kiss.
Climbing Up a Hill
A little girl
running fast up a hill.
Run fast, as fast as you can
but try not to trip.
At the top of the hill
you can imagine that
you are God, looking down
at the evil people.
Little girl, you are so young
your life has not yet begun.
Always running around,
yet with nowhere to go,
and everything to see.
Coming from the same dust,
you are just like me;
we are the foolish ones,
and that is all we will ever be.
After Dreaming
After dreaming of a life
(that could be)
on a long humid afternoon;
I became scared.
Was that dream I had
meant for me?
I am only eighteen,
how can I have such fate.
I did not see
the fire beneath my feet.
I wish I could master
the movement of time.
I want to turn the clock
to what is needed
and forget about the rest.
For you, I would give my soul,
but first I want to see
the parts of the world
my eyes have yet to touch
.
Our time, I know will come.
Be ready, and open your arms.
Hold our love close,
and our dreams in reserve.
Our day will come.
A Girl Without a Love
There lies by the riverside
a girl without a love.
She needs someone
to be within her arms.
She misses being loved.
She once had found
what she always wanted,
but he had to run away.
The smell of him
still lingers in her mind.
The taste of his kiss
still lingers on her tongue.
But she is afraid
of the pain in her heart.
She often finds herself wondering
of the man she once loved.
Upon a foolish heart,
love can be a harsh
and dangerous thing.
Dreaming is hard to do when
thoughts of phone calls,
warm nights and apologies
stay with the mind.
Memories are so very tough,
when you want to forget.
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Upon the crest of your back
the sun shines softly
Your dreams and fears
I wonder so quietly
Within your tender eyes
attention is brought
I glimpse the passion
of which I sought
Love and fate bring
such an emotion
I desire the moments
and offer devotion
I cling to our warmth
knowing it is true
And I whisper the ways
of how I love you
Come Back Sweet Songbird
A songbird landed by me one day
and I asked, if I may
"why do you come and visit me as I lay",
but as I looked, it flew away
I never had a chance to say
"stop again, when you are on your way".
The Return of the Songbird
That songbird, one day returned to me,
and gave me a chance to be,
a little bit more cordial to she.
As I bent down upon one knee
just then, I managed to see
the wisdom which was given to me,
that within life there is a key
that women and birds must always be free.
The Loon
As I walked down a road,
I was tired and needed a rest.
So I sat down my load,
and took a flask from my vest.
But landing a few feet from me,
was an agitated loon.
for he was surly lacking glee,
as he sang his noisy tune.
I then listened to his song
and thought about his every cry
until a car came along
and that loon thought to fly.
I got back upon my feet
and realized something that day;
that every song may not be sweet,
but we should listen to it anyway.
Under the Stars, I Think of You
The cold night air bites my skin
and it has only been a few
days since you have my side
I find myself thinking of you
and the coming springtime
remembering your warm body
which was so friendly to me
Your ghost haunts my mind
as smoky breath glimmers
upon the fading moonlight
I wish you were beside me
staring up at the Pleides
standing here so naked
underneath the fingers of Jupiter
But since you have left
I contemplate so many things
such as how foolish I am
for not following, and for letting
karma take its course
My only satisfaction
is the knowing that planets
every now and then
cross paths with the stars
The Greyhound
Riding endlessly,
watching out the windows.
The wind blows, the trees sway
and the bus moves on.
It is like an eternity,
between home and Buffalo.
Leaving a love is so hard to do.
The vibrations tingle my bones.
The driver sneers welcomely.
A person's outline against a seat
is all that you will know
of the people you see.
A black man sits patiently
as he too waits for his ride to end.
Our uneasiness is built
upon the many turns and bumps
which the road so willfully gives.
As the ride comes to an end,
my tired and sore body
arrives at the station.
The beggars and the prophets
line up to greet me.
I smile and walk past them.
I must now search for
my niche in the world.
A room waits for me;
It is quiet
and a little lonely.
The Unlit Bridge
The moment
between life and not
seems to come and go.
Here begins the mystery;
here lies the very idea of death.
People will always quest to know
the secret behind it all.
Many years of thought
can not seem to solve
the problem nor
the question.
A Matter of Control
For all of mankind
as much as we have evolved,
we still can not learn
how to tame the seas.
Although we can exist
upon the mighty waters,
we will never come
to control the same
waves which we sail.
One Brazilian Standing
A women, staring at me,
asking for some respect.
Her life story is behind her,
as six clinging children.
The house may be broken,
and she may have blisters
upon her tender hands;
she goes about her job
of raising the family.
A bruise is on her cheek,
after an argument last night
with her (un) caring husband.
She follows in obedience
and does what jobs she can;
each day is filled with work.
Her life is painfully simple,
and at the same time,
so harshly complex.
The world she lives in
is the only one she can have,
and the only one she will ever see.
Within Echoes of Today
There are machines calling me on the telephone.
There are people laying outside without a home.
There are speeding bullets flying though the sky.
I keep asking myself for the reason why.
There are politicians who keep lying.
There are babies who keep on crying.
There are people who don't care about truth.
They all seem to have forgotten their youth.
There are comedians who are not funny.
There are people who will steal your money.
There are men whom are never kind.
All this and nobody seems to mind.
The world just does not seem to know
that the pain is only going to grow.
But I hope that you will always be true,
and see the goodness that surrounds you.
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The two hands
against my skin.
They feel so inviting.
I cling upon the
whispers of tenderness
which are told to me
as fallen hair hangs down.
Love seems so very sure.
It never lets us wait;
everything must be now.
We are only two fools,
not knowing what to do.
We seem to have nothing,
except each other to hold.
It is easy to see
how sex invites us.
I never have wanted
anything more than just
a person to share
my life and love with.
The dream is there.
A body lies close;
I desire to feel
a breath against me.
I want to love the one,
the somebody I desire.
Yet I have to wait
and now wake on my own.
As the Rain Does Fall
The rain does fall
falling to the ground
the ground turns moist
moist with the rain
the rain runs off
off to the streams
the streams run rapidly
running like deer
and the deer are afraid
afraid of the thunder
the thunder is booming
shaking the world
the world which is now wet
wet with the falling rain
Love starts in the basement
and works its way up
While learning to softly kiss
spread upon the basement sofa
love chose to start its grip.
It gives forth the lessons
onto the young and unafraid
which lie together, hip to hip.
Within the confounds of the kitchen
the relationship quickly matures
feeding itself with forks and knives.
Hands will soon be entangled
and the spices of love exchanged
with the sharing of two lives.
Within the bedroom it sleeps
collecting its energies and waiting
for the wanting to conceive.
Between the silken sheets
the gift of love is soon given
and is convinced to believe.
Now upon the shingled rooftops
the madman sings his song
and old lovers sit down and cry.
Here among the chimneys
love paces in delicate fashion
feeling alone, and so very high.
The Ivory Tower
High in the Ivory Tower
a prince gives a maiden a flower.
In the little available light,
the prince holds her so tight.
They leap from the window
and gently fall below
landing upon the unicorn,
the one with the golden horn.
The couple rides down to a steam
and as one, they begin to dream.
Dreaming of a life that could be
in a land full of chivalry.
This couple has the gift of love,
underneath these misty skies above.
As she sits, playing with her hair
to the prince, no one is more fair,
than the woman within his view
and his heart will always be true.
She smiles, and has nothing to say,
for he is the one taking her away
to a world which is good and kind
leaving their pasts so far behind.
The prince moves to give a kiss,
and the two share a heavenly bliss.
The pair are one, an innocent heart,
beating together, never to part.
On the Nights I Think of You
On the nights I think of you,
my thoughts are ever so true
yet still my heart seems to pain
for I fear that my love is in vain.
Making love was so easy to do
when I was tangled up in you;
with all the words that you said
going straight up to my head.
But I don't know what is to come
as my heart beats upon his drum.
Our defenses are gone,
I loved you for so long.
It is tough when you are wrong.
And the battle goes on each night
each of us trying to set things right
but during each and every living day
telling the truth is so hard to say.
But the words that I can hear
can only lead me now to fear,
as I don't know what steps to take
to save our love, for our own sake.
A Moment of Affection
Just as the sun went down
I held her close to me.
Our love was so strong,
as strong as it would ever be.
Twilight is a special time.
It gives us a chance to care.
To take the time for,
a moment just to be there.
Time is a precious thing
and it seems to go so fast.
You never have the chance
to know if love can last.
For love has its certain course,
for each person its very own.
And as life will surely pass,
love will soon find its home.
When I Look
When I look into her eyes,
I can see the beauty of fire.
beneath those dark orbs there lies
the heart of all that I desire.
Because of the clouds of pearly white,
we are at times unable to see the sun.
Yet still it is not dark like night,
for the night must wait to come.
The men who watch the sky do know,
that the moon is always there.
Although the moon may not always show,
the tides still move and seem to care.
For it is easy to see the beauty in her face,
and after watching her, to see her grace.
Untitled
the blinding flurry of hail
beats me downward
as I look for my next fix
I quest the opium of old
the meth of the day
and my search will either
kill me, or come very close
it is like being trapped
in a coleridge poem
but he had an excuse
he had the drugs for which
I epicly search these alleys
just for the moment I find
a needle upon the ground
it brings me so very close
to the craving within me
I grip it in my hands
this filthy old needle;
it reminds me of my past
of lost loves and lives
I cling to it as a keepsake
of a fix I once maintained
a fading memory of life
being lived near the edge
and I still crawl forward
the needle clasped in hand
poking and prodding forth
without regard to my fear
and I fear so many things
here in this battered poem
here in these shattered lines
I am afraid of the addiction
captured here on the ground
yet this fix gives what I need
but it surely feels like death
Journeys
A walk in the forest
poking through the pines.
I step over a fallen tree,
which is covered in moss.
High up above me,
the breeze makes the trees
go rattle, rattle crack.
The birds nestle within
their little shelters as
the mice scurry along.
How peaceful it is
to lay down and nap
within the living room
of the mighty gods.
Untitled
I am scared for her,
and I am scared for me.
Scared of the things
that could never be.
Words are like swords
with blades of steel.
cutting with painless ease;
not letting us feel.
Even worse then death
is when silence is spoken
without an effort shown
we will remain broken.
She remains everything
that I want to embrace.
I can see the world
by the lines on her face.
Her life is so precious;
worth as much as gold.
Her smile is so fine
and her love is not sold.
With the air now chilled,
I now fear the weather.
I wish she would let us
hold ourselves together.
The Young Girls
with soft white legs
the young girls
taunt the men
which pass them
upon the street
so tender is their being
like a morsel of food
ready to be eaten
I dare to look on
and I am overtaken
by these girls
with their curves
their curls
their scents
I wonder if they too
feel the ache
within their flesh
and are ready to be
overcome
with dripping passion
they make me feel
so primitive
so human
Lecture on Creationism
While sitting upon a stool
the priest lectured of science
suddenly
crash
the stool broke into pieces
and the priest spoke of catastrophism
Untitled
The transient evolution of an incorrigible mind
forebodes meanings of euphoric and blissful glee
bringing forth acrimonious notions which blind
the awareness of the thoughts of you and me
so now I sit and here I wonder
dreaming of a life so content and free
bringing forth such emotions and thunder
grasping for pithy words and ecstasy
The Rambling Within
I find myself pacing around at night
shouting forth lullabies within my head
screaming so loudly my ears turn sore
with the rambling within my heart
I howl at the stars
for damning me to live
and I damn them for their existence
and I look at myself and wonder
just what I have to give
and with a shivering rush I run
into the forest so dark
to confront my enemy and slay
what needs to be slain
and do what needs to be done
but not to my surprise
I find that I am still alone
pacing about and feeling pain
shouting lullabies and turning deaf
Playing It Safe
A women dancing along
within her basement
swinging from man to man
(whom ever comes to mind)
her heart is so free
to do as she wishes
She is safe there
within the confines
of a locked house
and the company of a
Kenmore washing machine
spinning an unbalanced load
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