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1984
15:56 Dec 27 2007
Times Read: 625

This is one of my favourite poems written in 1984 for someone whose brilliance has never left me and has never been matched.



NO EXIT (not by Sartre)



The Rain. The Rain.

Burning screaming pain.

Look up in the skys for a glimmer of blue;

the history books say it is true.

They were blue.



Gray, not blue. Birds fall

from the sky.

Not many left, not to my

Eye. These gray, silk clouds

came and strangled them.



Small men in Big Cars

came to tell us it's all

right. But, OH MY GOD...



it's noon twilight.



I read the books and it's

all true; the sky was once blue.



Like the bird, my time has come: Press my

head

against the gun...



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This is the first poem I wrote in 1984 - can you guess the subject matter?





The acid rain f

a

l

l

s on the white shore



Water droplets scatter in the clear sky.



Gasping for air, my heart pounds 'HEAVY' in my breast



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The rains fall steadily --strong N

The storm calms and --------I

all is washed away. (A lark S



in the distance)

All too soon the clouds rumble;



The acid rain F

------------------A

--------------------L

----------------------L

S on the white shore

Paths Cross to a Forever
15:44 Dec 27 2007
Times Read: 631

MILLIONS OF PATHS CROSS

daily, weekly, yearly, secondly



An influential moment is often forgotten to one less brilliant.



Woven within the silk and scales of the ancient dragons, these spirits alone use their abilities to reunite....



Soulmates divide in eternity....



Never ending are the cycles of knowledge, lust, educating. Never ending are the jeers of the TRULY clueless one who envy them (us)



MILLIONS OF PATHS CROSS

similar, ancient, unique

all under one roof

WHAT IS SEXY??
13:51 Dec 27 2007
Times Read: 637

A human being with conviction and morals but a willingness to see other ways

...is sexy



A human being who is not afraid to laugh at anything and does laugh even when not the time most would

...is sexy



A human being who is proud of their age and wisdom and is not afraid to share it

...is sexy



A human being who lives ...is sexy

The smell of linen ...is sexy

Redheads ...are sexy

Bald ...is sexy

You ...are sexy

As I walk along the river's edge....
13:46 Dec 27 2007
Times Read: 638

Along the shore of the river watching lovers pass

Families scurry to holiday destinations

Birds awaiting a handout - picking for crumbs

Fat and happy no more

The grey sky predicting rain

The cold chill in the air proves the winter is setting in

Boats go past - passengers warm inside or bundled like Eskimos on a cruise on the outer decks

High heels clicking on the sidewalk as they pass me.



Do they see as I do? The beauty

of a

world in motion.

Erotic writings
13:31 Dec 27 2007
Times Read: 642






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Under the towel like me, warm flesh, moist skin glistening in the light, heart racing



Under the towel my skin heats with the thought of your touch, your breath



Under the towel my flesh develops moisture from the thought of you, your voice, your touch, your breath



Under the towel my body yearns for yours, to melt into you, to become one with you, your touch, your breath, your heart



Under the towel lies me waiting for you, your touch, your breath, your voice, your heart, your flesh, your love



my love



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LOVE ACROSS THE WIRES





In the dark alone I linger - your hands my hands

your breath my breath

your words my words



Your fingers glide over my body to caress every inch of me in a touch so familiar I forget it is truly my own



Your moans so soft and so distant they are masked by the sound of my breathing



Replaced by visions of things yet to be

yet to come

Your words melt into mine



Love across the wires

Sex with my lover

Miles apart yet inches away



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Little Bird
13:26 Dec 27 2007
Times Read: 643

A bird longing to fly free

waiting, needing to spread its wings to fly - afraid - alone



Searching in the darkness for a sign to jump

if only to see through the darkness -

afraid - alone



The moon is no where

the darkness surrounds her, clipping her wings

unable to move -

afraid

alone



In the horizon a ray of light breaks through

blue gold light shining like a beacon

moving towards her -

calling



The darkness shatters

in one breath she opens her span

jumps to a leap of faith - brave -

free -

alone

As I Fall
13:15 Dec 27 2007
Times Read: 645

As I fall



the stars shine brighter

the moon glows fuller

the sky seems bigger

the clouds move in silence.



My eyes grow heavy

muscles relax from

tense daylight moments

the cool breeze of the

fan kissing my skin



As I fall



the darkness embraces me

the silence of the room envelops me

my head sinks into the down of my slumber



My eyes the window to my thoughts

thoughts of meadows, sunlit halls, soft grass between my toes



As I fall



warm sunbeams kissing my face

leaving their mark on my skin



and cashews - he always brings cashews

Written for momentary beings in my life....
12:44 Dec 27 2007
Times Read: 650

FOR VIRGINIA W.



In a few moments

I saw your being



In a few minutes

I heard your laugh



In a few hours

I felt your pain



In a few years

I will embrace your tears



In a few millennium

I will be your friend – still



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FOR AL THE BARTENDER



In the madness or sanity of the darkened tavern

Eyes absorb all



Nothing passes - No one goes unnoticed

All served with quiet respect



You in somber silence laugh inside at the fools

Laugh warmly with the friends and slowly return to your place



With eyes absorbing all.



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FOR DONN SQUIRES



To donn the squire's mantle I dare not try

The energy, the wisdom - someday - someday



To see the shadows is to wonder in awe

Could I? Should I? Will I?

to Glimpse his majesty is to want that maturity - can I? yes



To one day see his face glowing, proud, smiling, even 1 tear

To say "Thank you" and go out with a cloak of my own. Then...



To donn the squire's mantle and have another dare to try like me~~toquestion~learn~AND

pass on the beauty that is We.



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FOR THE LAWYER



Naked and exposed

Your vulnerability yearns to find the scattered shreds of your clothing left to cover your soul



Stranded in a haze of wine, a woman, a song

You are left open - OPEN -

to critique to life - to love



Scramble your soul ~~> your heart to protect your inner being -

too late



Naked you stand ready for fatal blurs of reality to wash over you as she moves into the sanctum not wanting but feeling your soul



Naked you stand waiting...

waiting...

for? That which never comes

Vulnerable you are not taken advantage of as you have taken in the external realms of your reality...She enevelopes you in a blanket of warmth - no pain - no punishment for your sins -



Releaved you fall ~ TRAPPED NO MORE

Vanquished for one brief moment

Suspended in time

No longer your outward self but a soul freed to be....



Naked, exposed and at peace with yourself - with her

with him



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FOR THE GIRL IN THE STARBUCKS PARKING LOT



Pinched face princess in pink - her white steed dead in the forest of asphalt and concrete columns.



Angry at her knight in his green steed. He comes to rescue and save her and she answers with punishment and pain.



Wallowing broken in his own sorrow he forges with his quest to provide her with the aid she demands.



His deeds go unnoticed and ignored as he sets forth on her path. Her steed now renewed with life.



Obligated she gives him a gift from her cold lips - a kiss icy and forced



Away they ride to face new moments as he says I love you and she starts talking on her phone.



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TALE OF 3 MICHAELS



In youth the first

stolen kisses in darkened wings - hands held under tables - late night calls to say how cute we are to each other.

Dismissed for wanting to share his tongue -

how rude!



Early adulthood brings the next through the mutual kinship with my cousin. Kisses stolen in moonlit walks across campus. Long weekly drives to see his smile - sunrise over The Canyon

Intimacy given refused to be received - he moves further away - Intimacy given with lips on flesh - Morning comes he pushes away.

He has lost his "power" -

how rude!



The third in mixed emotions we meet - friendship, confidence, coinsidence, considerate, kind

Kisses not stolen but given mutually in every possible location - not hidden - love

Intimacy kept for private moments shared over telephony?



Analysis, time spent alone yet yearning, analysis

Laughter spent together, analysis - apart



Friendship uncompromising and strong yet analysis in overabundance

Agendas hidden to keep feelings at bay -

how rude

Written while in St Andrews by the Sea, NB, Canada
12:34 Dec 27 2007
Times Read: 651

QUEEN OF THE NIGHT





As the rain began to fall and washed through the fog the sky opened to me with all her glory and majesty and embraced me.



Her starlit children welcomed me.

I was home.



I bow to Her and look upon Her in reverance. My queen, my guidance, let your light shine upon me from above as it did upon my ancient sisters



Reach into my heart

beyond my soul

across the depths of my conscious being



My ancestory rises from within like the tides



In this moment I am one with all: past, present, future, man, woman, child, earth, water, sky, light, dark



The water washes me like a celestial baptism.

Her cloak opens again to return me to my place. I blink to see her face through the rain and it is I~ Queen of the night



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Butterfly free in the breeze

Away from the cocoon

Bursting forth with power and life.

Wings strong and wind lifts to places unknown~

A rebirth so rough and so rewarding.

Views from below so large above now clear and small looking down on them



Travel from flower to flower to taste the sweet nectar each provides

Admired as a vision of nature's beauty and mystery



Life awaiting to die another day



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I went chasing the moon



Found new meaning from old places



Although hidden, I felt her watching me



The huntress of the sky

I move closer to her

Closer to me

closer to him

Still life in motion
12:22 Dec 27 2007
Times Read: 652

In the light of the stars and the moon I watch shadows move through the cars.



A still life in motion from the illusions in my mind

I hear a cat creeping in the bushes behind me

Chasing these very shadows.



My eyes play tricks as I see the movement in the dark

Would another see the same or would they find other things to see?



Man vs the morning star



I head for bed to more visions and shadows.

Patterns
12:14 Dec 27 2007
Times Read: 655

Visionary patterns forged from the fire's of the earth's core - life ever moving

in the labyrinth made from Heaven and Hell - Life woven in manners unknown from spiral to spire.



Nature vs Humanity no battles waged yet constantly faught Unnecessary for winners all - both - one of the same - Numerous species begat from one seed. All one under Gods/esses - not they in our likeness but us in theirs.



Life a never ending labyrinth: our own essence the changing face of countless minotaurs awaiting us at each centre.

To conquer and battle and move to the next pattern.

No right

No wrong

No end until it is set to finish.

More Random Poems from the vault...my brain
04:22 Dec 11 2007
Times Read: 665

In the Beginning.... there was nothing



In the end there was nothing

But between the two there was something and someone



In the beginning there was darkness

In the end there was darkness

But between the two there was light and life



In the beginning there was noone

In the end there was noone

But between.... but between the two there was me and you



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Tell me a story of paths never crossed

and I shall tell you a tale of sorrow and loss



Tell me a story of worlds colliding

and I shall tell you a tale of devistation and destruction



Tell me a story of a limitless universe

and I shall tell you a tale of friendship and love







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I cheated on my soul



My heart played games to cover my fears of finding the real me

Instead of finding my inner joy and peace I played games to "heal" the flesh



My soul cried out to me - a lover spurned

I went behind my own back to avoid reality



Why have you done this to me? What did I not do to make you stay?

Listen to me - I love you

Pleas stop



Men like pawns in a game - one date here, two there - Promises of love and lust made and never fulfilled



The one - with his own agenda - miles away to prevent true intimacy true love - once so close his breath filled my lungs with life

then a lover for comfort and pleasure and release picked at select times like a ripe berry from the vine once eaten the seeds left to grow in pain -

now his being fills my soul and his soles scrape my back while he crosses the water to a new vessel



I cheated on me.

I cheated on life.

I cheated on love.

I cheated on my soul...



but one day my soul opened up

and in that first glimpse of freedom I found my one. Me



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It was done.



It's life had ended - it's moment passed

The death of a skyskraper



Moments pass as we watch the dust clouds settle

Step away and brush the soot from you hair

The past making way for the future



The last day of the Chrysler Building

Women Leak
04:21 Dec 11 2007
Times Read: 666

Women leak

in different ways

for many reasons

and in many forms



No two women leak alike

No two women leak for the same reasons

or in the same manner



Women leak emotionally,

physically, spiritually, intellectually



Its a fact... I checked

Papillion passing
04:20 Dec 11 2007
Times Read: 667

I have dreamt of a night on the shore

The moon lighting our path

The city to our backs

Away from reality and yet real to each other

We walk and talk –



Laughter only interrupted by a touch of hand in hand

The night air on our faces as you turn to brush my hair off my face

My hand on your cheek

Breath so close it warms us as lips touch



Warm, alive, we look out at the endless possibilities