You I thought of this / as I spoke
To my daughter / yet to be born
The one with / dark brown hair
And eyes / of the night time sky
The one who would be / if you now
Didn't just turn / and walk away
Fluidity Rain drops, on the windshield
Like words on a white sheet
Written furiously
In certain
Famished intensity
Coming together
Words, verses,
Fluidity
the empty head Did I tell you of the man who would clutch his head in absolute horror, terrified his thoughts would all slip away, that his memory would seep down the gutter of his nose, that he would, one day, have a head as empty as a mud pot just off the potter's wheel?
I Know I know the smell of your skin
And the fervent beating of your heart
I have often
Glided
Over the curves of your back
And shivered
At the touch of your mouth
I'm still feeling
The pebbles wrapped in wet cloth
That are your nipples
And the fruit of a bounty
That's your breasts
I'm still kissing your neck
The silk of your hair in my mouth
Yes, i know,
I know you.
words afraid.
afraid.
afraid.
to speak, talk and write
to see, move and act
of success,
hopeless,
dreadful,
full of dread?
restrained, shackled, bound, reticent
shackled,
afraid.
crackle in the dark jungle night
by the watering hole
where the tigers walk
soft measured steps
without a crackle, a whisper,
in silent thought
the floor covered
rotting leaves and moss
sliver of moonlight
sparkles the eyes
and glints off the gun stock
the air dead,
the wind naught
stare and startle
majestic head raised, questions
will fall down dead
doubts silenced, or not
ears cocked, keen, intense
wayward leaf, apostate
banished, falls,
drawn as if,
by the silent rock
settles crisply,
next to the careful foot
time, muscles, fingers, tightened
squeeze, now! now! now!
no, wait, aim, adjust,
crackle, noooo!!!
the hunted is lost,
gone
each with a story,
one to narrate,
one to boast.
romantic poems rising and rising, slowly upward,
simmering in the warmth,
stretching like a lazy cat
on the sunlit patch
whistling in the cold
dark blustery nights
words of romantic poems
letters in the trash
eyes staring hard
looks averted in time
sometimes, sometimes not
dreams on soft, down filled beds
laid on the floor
crushed, trampled, destroyed
age in the race
breathing hard, far away
days of inclement weather
dark sad and gray
life and death
beating together
breathing together
in one breath one
in another, the other
always shy, always afraid
proud, single, lonely, alone
arrogant sonfabitch, wake up
wake up as yet,
sing a song, murmur, whisper, shout
or remain forever without
darkness remains, inside, and out
what if what if?
always the same refrain
what if what if indeed,
a heart torn apart
is better than one shrivelled, indeed!
vagrant looks, furtively seek,
here now and then there
nothing to be found, when,
hope itself is dead.
crossing what place is this?
where just looking at you
is like
a sliver of light
in a dark room
like breeze
on a stuffy night
like the words
of pablo's sonnets
but its only here
and its only now
i cannot hold on to this
as it slips away
like a whiff
of soft, vanishing fragrance
you go to him
and i to my loneliness
like lines crossing
never to meet again
this some people don't sleep,
they wake up nights,
sit still, look around,
mope or cry or weep,
and sometimes,
as the night darkens,
they manage to look inside, deep,
sometimes they write,
and end up with,
this.
pleasure long walks and the thought of her lips
dimples in her cheeks
song in my head and the sway of her hips
pleasure is this
sharp nails and soft finger tips
time crumpled sheets
dimpled cheeks
the days are bright
the nights are deep
my head buried
in your hair as you sleep
slowly
my fingers caress your skin
and my ever inqusitive mouth
questions the lips
rain i had, after so much pain gathered myself and all my dreams together again i left them out to dry but they were taken away by the rain what can i do my friend? when it wasn't supposed to rain, it wasn't supposed to rain!
goodbye sweet parting lips never forget my name remember the clouds, the mountains the picture of us in the pouring rain for, love, we may, never meet again
a prayer i pray to God that he give me the strength to smile in the face of adversity with the assurance of coming victory to face the humility of defeat in light of having fought well to accept unconquerable odds with intentions to overcome them to look at a treacherous friend and forgive without a thought to take the hurt of unrequited love in my stride and start anew, afresh to lay down every night with my bones tired from a hard day's work to make promises and keep them to make commitments and honor them to smile on my deathbed for having lived a satsifactory life
sometimes sometimes sorrow wells up inside me like a flower in spring fills up its bud and sometimes happiness unexpected arrives like summer rain to light up my soul there are times in between of happy mornings and of morose evenings but what remains behind are empty shells, memories of events of people and friends of dreams unfulfilled and of mixed blessings memories that open up the bud and let the tears flow
still waiting i have been waiting for love,
to descend upon my heart,
and give it life, like,
the rain of bounty on parched earth
so that burst forth from my breast,
the flowers of happiness that love brings,
and the bitter sweet thorns that remind
there is as much to give as to receive
it is i'm told, the most beautiful
feeling the world has ever known
to lie in the arms of the only
woman that you have and will ever love
it should, if it has to, happen soon,
before i, like a lost soul in the desert
fumble into some mirage that consumes
my being with promises never to be fulfilled
O love!, then!, come hither to claim me
for i cannot go much further on
without the woman i that
God has destined to be mine