Colloidal Queen

We are as dust, 
as light filled
emptiness, accorded matter for

a sense of time.
And
As spirits soar upon a breeze of
Dire lies meant for a tease,
A quickened heart is soon released
As beating embers of the beast within.
Awakened truth, as floating fire,
When lightning bolts entwine desire,
And passion bells ignite the pyre of good bye.
The words are judges as time the maker,
And language muds the truth
Of ever lasting hearts in endless
Oceans of salty skin and changing
Shadows of the night.
Then, as the moment folds
Like roses into who
We thought we'd been,
We're freed
As long flows time asunder
And hearts of light
Spring songs that ring
The bells of passion's
Fires of wind and wooded lures !
As if enchanted honey
Dropping through our kisses, thin.

The Shadow's Rose

There was a time~ 
Was it whim's chance at fame ?
A slight flirtation 
Between the 
Falling leaves and the sprouts of dandelions.
As butterflies played drums for the
Distant Stars to see luminous Ocean depths,
A call from darkness sang a melody for me !

He played a flute as snakes rose up and crystals chimed !
He blew a whisper through the hollowed reed of time.
As sprinkled pines flared high to
Ride the twinkling wind,
He gasped a sigh
And kissed me deep within.

A mirrored hallway, music lightning in the dream
Is lit with darkness shrouded heavy with death's bliss
I ride the quiet shimmer wings upon the drops of dew
His shadow falls so far there is no room for you

Henceforth a battle cry, my heart ablaze with brass !
I hold the rose, blood red, and crush it thin as glass !
I blast the shadow far to heaven with one blow
And feel the chains of love fall softly in the snow.

My Lullaby

Can you hear my heart beat across your dreams ?

Do you think of me and how we wait so long ?

As I live and breathe, you are a brand upon my soul

Your kiss, a seal upon my being, your Song

my lullaby

I'll never find another you, and it cuts 

Like a blade sharpened for carving, it bleeds me to tears

to think our dance was only an imagination's glance

At eternity's waitng for the gift of falling years.

Long nights  loving and tossing in our arms,

Your words a lamp for all the pain was gone.

Our tenderness in flames ignited passion's Pyre.

I can only dream of now, as I am left alone.

O lonely nights, the prayer of you upon my lips,

I rush to sleep to be with you again

And in my mind and dreams we hold eachother tight.

We forge forever a fire burning bright.

I see your picture, a smile of ocean blue,

And long like thirsty winds the strength and touch of you

On quiet night, I gaze and close my eyes,

And wish your image, I could materialize

I send this prayer of love, a passion strong as Stars !

It's light like blinding bursts of pulsing clahes bright !

These thoughts of love's desire flowing through my veins,

A wish your kiss again would drench my soul like rain.

I call upon the wind to flow my love to you.

And fire bright to burn all obstacles in view.

I tread the earth with feet bare to the dampened soil,

And lift my Sword of heart to find you once again !

6/20/12

The Garden

In the Garden

As you look away and back into
My trembling heart
I feel the Clouds lift the Stars to the
Sun and as they kiss In light we hear a
prayer, or a chant, or a song:
"Here only and in this whispered
Truce of jewelelled trees, and
In no other time or place
Is the wind in its lift
Of leaves and small crickets
As they sing,
While the stars ponder our momentous delight !
Is your kiss a spear to the heart !
A dive into the deepest of enemies
is this desire of fire !
And all, who love the Throne of grace,
Fallen at the feet of Glory,
Having been spun by lightning's
Gossamer tears concealed
Behind the veils breathed
By waiting Angels,
Remaining as well nourished
By the Serpent's guard.
Touch and touch as fire, but
Do not eat !"
In understanding,
and breathless from the kiss of all
We breathe, we reach, and deeply
Scurry near the hot coals of disappintment's
Brew of desire's enchantment.
Feel the heat of
Coal's reddened embers of night's
Whispering Owls at the window
Of your our threaded memories.
Touch
But do not eat !

Pounding the Metal

All of me was wanting you,
Breathing you into my dreams,
Into my bed
Stillness of itself, instead now,
Is  my sweet  plate, my drink to keep.
I blot my love out,
Like putting my
Thumb up to hide the Moon.
And here we are, it's
June, a flavored tune,
Of clover wings and streams of
Hot breath kisses as we fly
So high around the green glazed,
Overlaid plains of dusty
Cakes, stale, left out.
We forgot them,
Not in the rain,
But while I looked away
A fair haired blue eyes
Took your breath to you.
And you were not a love like
James Taylor's  compassion true.
A song all over me,
I learned of some love from
The songs I'd heard.
Something went wrong,
As wrong as all could be,
Your mask removed.
You'd lied.
Something inconvenient in the
Heat of passion's memory.
Didn't matter that the sheets
Proved my virginity.
You'd blotted me out like an
Eclipse in the Spring
Of my awakening.
I sought your friendship,
But falseness proves
A crow's bad wing at the lake.
A jewel so bright, it is fake.

Now you're all moved on.
Your wrapped around her mind like thistle briar
For her to prick
Her golden fingers and bleed.
I bled for you, too.
So glad we met,
Your kisses like a swirling storm around my
Waiting breasts at nights in time.
Your words
A promise sought for all to be
Once blind, in love for you
I prayed a rare caring prayer for grace
To understand why I sent you to me this time
To never do it again, if given the chance.
But the wave of passion was rare and clouded with
Desire's flute melody.
You knew the words, somehow, to spin the
Hapless dream about me.
I sent this to myself.
What to learn ?

To see the signs in seasons past,
I left you once, to cry your heart to
Sleep, like a babe.
Here now to comfort you
A witless slave of
Love denied
We free ourselves
As wings
As friends
As tender endings
swaying in the salty soup and bobbing as a man of war
With prey.

Thank you for my lesson
Friend.
It's day !

The Book of You

Oh flimsy night of webs and 
Melodies of sprites,
How I long a touch of thee, 
A kiss, your sweet embrace of lights !
As moments pass beneath the bridge's shade,
Our reverie lasts as long as words are made.
As slowly as a waiting breath to keep,
You're softly holding me,
Your kind sheathed blade.
And, as I wait here,
Vast space between us,
Like a wall of stars pending birth,
The longing fills like air in the windy sails
Of memories' ships in dreams.
I reach with fingers, soflty hoping as I look,
Your answer here to find, within this book.
Of poems you and I are made and share,
Of poems, love and sparkling mystic air.
Be kind, oh dreams of joyous long embraces,
And flowing robes of silken threaded traces.
Our longing as the sheets are rent in flames of fire,
The fullness felt in wholeness of desire.
The roses breathe and swell
Within my Soul, you sleep.
You answer not as I have fallen deep.
The book of you, I read most faithfully,
As all my thoughts are flowers from your tree.
And bloodless lies of vanity to rage,
While gasping so, I turn another page.
No fear as such delight to know what's dark.
The book of you ignites my bleeding spark.
Excites with feathers flowing in the breeze,
Our calls to God as sure as falling leaves.
So, in this call to God, a prayer to fire's prince.
Of love denied, or sword yet unconvinced.
Deep shadows from the words flow through my Soul
The fires boil within the earthen bowl,
Etched tightly woven scripts of wisdom's glow,
A kiss from you is all of life to know.
And yet each kiss not rendered as a flame,
My heart grows love and knows it by your name.
Upon each page of you, there is my heart.
If fire's all of newness at the start.
Your lights from words are glories of my dreams.
So few are needed now as all are streams
And ribbons of life's endless rivers' shimmer.
As with all love, the ending seems a glimmer of
Choice between the bitter root of mara
And understanding how soil is wrenched by lava.
So grateful is this Soul for love's sweet longing
As the road to love of God, nealy belonging
In the Kingdoms of Sand Castles washed
Away by laughter's punctuated odes for Angels,
Rescued by the wine of sincerity
And the serpents' coiling fallowed newness,
Becoming allies.

Dante's Heart

After a small wait, and years of fears
Blurring the already cloudy
Landscapes of our minds,
We learn to sift,
To separate the Wheat from the chaff,
To walk the daunting gauntlet, embracing the beating
Heart of Dante, as he weeps
And sees the waiting
Lush fields of Lillies
Ablaze with eyes
Of passion's testing glitter
All to Hail the wakeful Angels
Visit upon his shoulder.
We see that
The poignant truth of cynicism
Wears an iron fist holding
A cup of lavender tea,
Keeping time with
Some semblance of equanimity,
Peppered with the so often enjoyed
Laughter now and again
Such comic relief a rest from the sense
That :
The vindication one
Seems to profess to seek
Is the pronouncement of one's hypocricy.
And the frame for frame
Mirror one wants
To look away from as it rains
Love all around what looks like others'
lives is the bridge to freedom.
And as subways impale repetitively
Through the infernos
Of the ghostly images on the darkened fabric
Of the Underworld,
There are only vain thoughts of desire
For this Prize or that Accolade
Some needy, winking, blinking, dancing stuffed
Animal life peering through us
Needing a brushing, or at least a whitening.
We live a life of dissonance
To reconcile in gratitude the awe of
Women measuring for training bras
Their daughters
As others' breasts go pallidly empty
Unable to milk their young
From the desparate nothing of dust to east.
We drop to our knees in prayer to our Highest Lord
For understanding from a sign in Spring
Where a Hermit closes the door to all
But the Darkeness, only
To find the Dragon at his window
His charge in life,
The building of his own Soul
Stone by stone till home.
A grateful lore of sorts, worthy of
The Royal Bards wearing caps of Peacock
Feathered crocs,
Wearing brass breastplates
Inlaid with stones of amethyst and rubies
The kind so treaured by the miners' daughter
To glean in secrets of her bed
Where none so lonely lay their head.
We see as nothing, the moments
Pass and then a song
To sing a chant for what is gone
Love, a fire burned from Heaven's lyre
A tantalizing candle glow of celestial desire,
Is a Story written in Heaven's Book.
And thus enjoy the kiss !
As kisses gone are often missed among
The fancied wonders, but not like
Shortbread one's lost the recipe for.
We learn to love as birds, and loving
Who is free to jump the nest,
There is freedom ! It is not love that clings
And suffers like a dirt road in rain.
Love, as long as blessed by grace's fire
Is the dance to God by two who love
As burning doves becoming Wind !
It is a garden planted by the Arrow thrown highly
Charged in Glory by the Master's heart,
Piercing two on its way to the Sun !
So I be now to set before me
Prayer and gratitude, not for
Prizes in Hell as here as breathing,
But for the touch and flight to Heaven's dream !
Not for riches and holdings here,But for my Soul
To be a lark of lights,
A horn of gratitude,
A flute of rest,
For the one who holds the
Grail of lightning in his Kiss !
And thus united, all is well !
We turn as one, our place in love
To give, our joys complete
To share as one our prayer of
Grace and peace.

Song of Dreams

Across the sea of dreams,
A smoky room
Your eyes and mine lock in time
Our love written in the stars
I knew the flames would make you mine

One kiss is all it took,
A kiss so deep, it bleeds me now
A splintered light, it grows me now
Hold me, my love,
My soul to keep

Bring me there to your lair of rest
To love like lightning's shattered breast
In looms of flavored tunes of night
So sweetness births our souls to flight.

What have you done ?
Your words are birds who sing for glee
Your eyes are smiles of children.
Your heart a sweetness as summer wine.

Now, in these misty bodies, frail as film
We are scattered far to feel the stretch
Of who we are, of how we burst like shells
Dropped by seagulls upon the rocks.

I am your window behind the wolf
Beneath the tree who smiles at you.
Flow to me, river of my dreams.
Our moments here are far too few.

Sleep, my love, and wait for me
At the crossing trees amid the gallery
Of stones and ancient harmonies
Where bursts of color ride the wind.

There you'll find me, open arms
To fill your cup and slide yours arms around me
Enbraces long, and kisses deep.
So ever grateful that you found me.

We'll crash against the rocks like shells
And roll like flowing songs of drums
Our passion as a fire bright
Will burn till we are new to day.

Our passion sparked by Venus' light
Imagined terrors do take flight
Beyond the paling Hilltops of iniquity
The light of darkness one may see.

As cherished heart, my Soul does sing
A tune of gladness it's sound brings
To bear upon the checkered past
A final blow to oblivion's gasp.

Held in your arms, I am a Dove
Who quivers long from songs of love
You sent your arrow swift and deep
To find me quietly asleep.

Dissolve

Dissolve into me, 
I'll dissolve into you.
No borders or prizes, 
Only vastness of view.
For who is the other, 
if not all here to see ?
As a mirror falls sofltly, 
We dissolve into "we"...

Leave behind all time's worries, 
All its accolades, too !
Any seeming distinction 
Is distraction from you !
In your deepest song 
Sung from eternity's flow,
We are harmony's lovemaking deep in its glow~

Be the flower you gaze at, 
its scent and its hue,
See yourself as the Bee 
Gathering sweet neon blue !
All you see, all you hear, 
In the deep, in the fear~
There's no curtain to lift, 
No "far off" to make near.

So as this is written,
The sureness is blurred
Is the meter a song ? 
Are the colors the words ?
If we sit and we play
Like our Souls every day,
Are we floating in love in a most tasty way ?

So we dream like the Roses, 
And we dance like a fish !
Who's to say if its "better" 
To be flume or feather ?
Time to hurry, to sit, 
Take a "load off" and knit
It's this time around's journey, A ride in its glitch !

Words

Oh flimsy night of webs and spiders
How I long a touch of thee, a kiss
As moments pass beneath the bridge's shade
Our moments last as long as words are made
As slowly as a waiting breath to keep
You're softly holding me your kind sheathed blade
And as I wait here vast space between us
The longing fills like air in windy sails
I reach with fingers soflty hoping as I look
Your answer here to find within this book
Of poems you and I are made and share
Of poems, love and sparkling mystic air
Be kind, oh dreams of joyous long embraces
And flowing robes of silken threaded traces
Our longing as the sheets are rent in flames of fire
The fullness felt in wholeness of desire
The feeling wells beneath my chest, you sleep
You answer not as I have fallen deep

Learning Curve on the Ecliptic: Arty Farty Friday ~ JOHFRA, Zodiac Signs, Magic Realism

Learning Curve on the Ecliptic: Arty Farty Friday ~ JOHFRA, Zodiac Signs, Magic Realism

Arrives my Knight

On gilded horse of battles end,
Arrives my Love's desire !
Godspeed of heart and true of Soul,
He shares the Grail of Fire !

Oh Magus true, beneath the veils,
Of Seven Stars and plundered trails,
Await as breathless your new Kiss,
And flowing dances of our bliss !

I'm here,  say you ? oh love Divine !
Be here as Song, Oh heart of mine~
The wait's felt long - Aeons of Time
Aniticpation ! Love, sublime~

So close, my love ! I see your sword !
Your glistening Armor's flight to me !
Yes, there are two swords now you bring,
The Victory's Spoil of the lost King !

Oh, sweet embrace, I feel you now,
All clouds of doubt a long time gone.
Our bodies wild with lightning's breath.
We fill our Souls with loves sweet sweat.

Oh Joy of life, the scent of you !
My treasure's of the night be few.
As you may leave again so soon,
My heart no chance to wax weary.

True love's a battle, some will say
And kingdom's crash for want of days
Of Love's sweet bliss, a cherished kiss
And how my Knight's sweet lips I'll miss !

The Lamp

Do you remember when we met, our hearts pounding ?

Like long lost friends, it was so easy then,

Passion so strong it felt like trembling pillars

About to fall, and fall I did, without regret !

So simple was the talk, the words a needless chore, in fact !

Our Souls knew we were once again to be in love.

We spent no time in idleness, the fire could not wait

Our Firey longing like a chilhood secret pact.

Our hearts mixed fire like a stormy lightning blast !

A love like ours was beyond ideas of  paths,

And in your arms I was a dream, a sort of vapor~

Your kiss, a drink of wine from olden flasks.

Will you come for me on the wind, my love, in time ?

Before the moments left to breathe here are snuffed out ?

I strain to feel the calm of gratitude and wonder,

When how you've left my heart feels like a ravaged plunder !

Your lips a ghostly ember on my breath at night.

My longing heart beats for your lips to kiss my hair.

So as the crow flies high and cherubs wait the gate,

Sweet Heaven's chariot is in your memory of late !

Although time passes on, the flame of you burns bright~

All there is and more to come are endless nights.

Come back to me, o love ! The lamp is lit !

Beside my bed, for you, and in my heart, as night !

All the King's Men

Beneath the Crusty Earth tuft, Cities of Gold exist
And little people, gnomes and such,
Brew potions in the mist.
Lovers questions answered, they sing out into the mist

A lady fair and forlorn
with Love's regection heavy
Upon her Spirit's wings and feet
She Asked for sweet relief.

From all the sleepless, dreamless nights
In calling to her love
Not understanding failure's cause,
Her heart flew as a Dove,

No thoughts or prayers could quell her fears
Of everlasting pain and tears
Of separation's lonely peers
From eyes of mind's demise

The Gnomes flew quickly to and Fro
To mix the herbs with Silver snow
And file the Crystal's purple dust
Into her mouthful, piercing lust

Twas not her birthing into Real
Her lover's start was his with zeal
He caused her Soul to whirl and dance
The Pain was payment for this chance

To feel alive, like birthing stars
To feel the passion, Red as Mars
To breath like rythms quick and far
To reach his heart, His heart was hers

That in the darkness, none may know
the final outcomes of the heart
Tho' beat as true, the pain will
chard the Soul as blistering glass on Coals

So now her memories few but wild
The exstatic fun that made her smile
Need not be taken like a prize
Including peering in his eyes

Imagination, her closest friend
Her lover is true and steady
His promise cradles her urge to mend
His kisses are ever ready

Her visit to the Gnomes are few
If only to puff her slumber to
Lands far into her lover's lair
To smell the fragrance of his hair

Imagination, as she dreams
Finds rest upon the river's gleaming
Her lover's heart an ember flying free
His mercy finds her dreaming in his dreams

4/3/12