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A touch, soft and tender. A whisper, full of desire. A gasp of sweet surrender. As passion fuels the fire.... Sometimes it's like a thunderstorm raging. Other times it's quiet. Almost a dance. Slow and rhythmic, building and falling... taking you to the point where nothing else matters, then letting you go. Sometimes the touching is enough. Sometimes its only the beginning. I understand what it is inside you that brings it to the surface. And as long as that hunger exists between us it's there. Just beneath the surface. And when you lower your eyes like that, it stirs something inside of me that makes me want to devour you completely and consume you to the point of ecstasy. The noises you make deep in your throat tell me that it stirs something inside of you too. Something that presses you deeper into my embrace as it pulses through you a little more until you reach full surrender. When the storm passes and it's quiet again, you are filled with the passion of our time together within you.

Dark clouds pass over

as vermin retreat to

crevices, perhaps

omen of things to come?



Cold air sweeps

through town in mid summer

warning all to steer clear.

Take refuge.



On streets old newspapers fly

like the graffiti of the underworld.

Where they are blowing to

only the Wind knows.



A shreaking howl

on moonless night

beckons with certainty the arrival

of something dark.



Whispers on walls

reverberate through the air

though mothers hush children wrapped close to the heart.

"Something evil this way comes."

Over the dark side of the moon,

Down a valley dark with shadow,

Veiled in Caravaggio's spiritual darkness,

Sitting on stars whose light has faded.



In evening halls where music plays its final note,

In twilight crowned with silence,

Carved in the absence of time,

Where dance and song and pain have disappeared.



Life, thou art a dream we dream,

Death, thou art a sleep without dreams;

A moment's rest before a new awakening;

The prelude to a future light we know not of.

She slinks from behind the old dogwood tree,

Cobalt eyes pierce me,

Agate amulet hanging upon her bosom,

She grasps it and whispers beneath her breath,

“Trust in me, fore I am true,

Lean upon me, fore I am strong.”

She opens a small pewter box,

Blows it’s contents at me,

And in that breath, she is gone,

Only traces of aromatic jojoba left in the chilling air,

Wind tickles my back, lingers there – my playful Goddess,

The leaves and wind form a cyclonic spiral before me,

Dies down just as it came,

A gentle breeze caresses me,

Under the pale light of a bloodmoon,

No longer feeling so alone,

The Goddess is here with us,

On our riteful sabbat, Samhain.

A marvelous mysterious streaking night skies

children scream and point

lovers close their eyes and wish



Elders see their life while others see their destiny

cosmic dust bunnies amongst glittering black

Living the shooting star



Floating and timeless traveling through space

close to heaven and far from hell

a soul peacefully floating on the milky way



Power held in love barely touched

skies filled with reminders of rapture

twinkling stars capturing universal truth



Burning bright touching lives from afar

a thousand wishes dance along the night winds

kissed by the stars joy



All too soon the light fades

a solid mass lost amongst the Nova wreakage

destined for unknown fate



Existing and eternal one moment believed

touched by atmospheric tongues

bursting into the cleansing flames



Time grabs the tail riding the comets blaze

shooting and startling across the pure night sky

Wish my children as the burden of life fades



To know once love is worth the pain

Tomorrow will come regardless the struggle

Face the night skies filled with the rapture



Breathless the streak of fire and light

Forever remember this shooting star night

Burnt out in seconds a piece of my soul.

Dull.

Empty.

Dead.

The ache cries to live,

Swirling through me,

Strong and full,

Need.



Desire.

Fulfillment.

Continues to pull,

Slowly growing,

Needing more,

Emotions.

Truth.

Sensations.

Forth all do pour.



Lost in the moment,

Free from self,

Now so clear,

Floating.

Sinking.

Whole.

One with all,

You come to me ,

Contentment lives,

Two as one,

Rapture comes.



Trinity reigns.

Again I cry,

Pure.

Bliss.

Complete.

Taste of it once,

Need does haunt,

Crying for more,

Carry me there,

Leave me in bliss,

Never again,

Dull.

Empty.

Dead.



Lost in your kiss,

Open.

Vulnerable.

Willing.

I hold nothing back.

Give I do all,

Nothing to lack,

Giving...

To live.

Receiving...

To love.

Unconditional moments,

Forever above.

I wait for your calling

To come live in the bliss

Painful the longing

The need for your kiss



Long I have searched

For one who dares

Accept the challenge

Live the passion that flares



Look to the east

I sing to the west

North is barren

South calls to the flesh



Submit to thee

Take all that I am

Gentle and loving

Open the dam



Simple inside

Complex the outer

No longer I hide

Push through the doubter



False life unveiled

True to oneself

Arms open freely

Bliss in the self



Within you I see

A mirror of me

Truth of the moment

Free now I will be



I wait for your calling

To come live in the bliss

Painful the longing

The need for your kiss

You hide in the bushes and lurk from the trees

silent you think, as you creep through the weeds

stalking the prey now wise to your needs

I sense your presence, forever I see



You listen and contrive

from the outside you watch silently

the saunter of the walker as her faith thrives

Her steps strong and steady as she glides defiantly



Oh dear muse

you stand in the shadows of fallen oaks

like a torrent rain your empty words

drenching your soul, denial forever to soak



Courage brings you to my front

to know the secret of the walk

but lies, doubt and broken trust

are walls that cause you to balk



I see you now

without your daystar glitter

only a man

lost and bitter



A raggedy man

who runs and retreats

just a man

who has wornout the soles of his feet



Lost in the mind

dead of the heart

you exhaust me

I no longer play my part



Denial is a snake charmer...

that will whisper sweet lies in your ears

blind your eyes

harden your heart

deaden your soul...



So dear muse

I live to feel the blood in my heart

the singing of my soul

I close my ears for I now have control

I pray someday

For the return of your daystar glitter

Once a man so brave who knew his way

Living within the oak a desire bright that burns

and a life lead no longer bitter

Metal on metal singing through the air,

closed eyes of Eve now open to see.

Haunting madness of the shackled song,

incessant humming of her mind.



Medusa’s bones chant to Paradise's prisoner,

Eve cries to a God of exiled beliefs.

Darkness circling, buried suffrage

echoing within the labyrinth of stone hearts.



Screams pour forth from the night,

pebbles line the sacred circles,

reflective pasts of beating hearts,

Lilith's song a fettered memory.



Medusa's tears plummet from the sky,

chalices overflow with sacred rain,

hardened souls of drunken men

swilling the salty nectar.



Keening squall marinates crag hymns,

clamorous cries of silent voices,

shattering Medha's mask,

spilt blood banishes synthetic creeds.



From afar Lilith whispers the name covertly cradled,

boundless garden Eden bane of restrictive gates.

Casually Lilith strolls into Eve's awaiting embrace,

labyrinth swoons as the souls of adamant men wake.



On the wings of owls, hawks and sparrows,

Medusa's hymn floats on a celestial breeze,

Lilith's slumbering soul drunk on the melody,

the spiraling gossamer of unfulfilled dreams.



Maze center drawn nigh,

mouth to mouth Eve and Lilith,

ghostly shadows Athena and Medusa,

ecliptic souls hum the chant of balanced natures.



Standing witness amongst rubble of stone,

tendrilled male hearts, a pulsing canticle.

Castrated myths of separate paths,

Sophia's veil a dissolving shield.



Medusa's head a rising moon,

harbored in the arms of Abraxas.

Immortal beauty in symmetry restored,

living within the Ouroboros.

One lone 'howl'

at the moon's glow

a wolf in the night

remembers its love.



Soft paws pounding

running over the soil

guided by the light

of moon rings coiled



in its illumination

brightly lit springs

a distant howling wolf

in the blue, sings



mournful memories

of yesterday

gazing at the stars

recalling frolicking days



in tune with the moon

the wolf's insight

expressing feelings

howling at the moon bright

Rest well, my son, in the dark of night,

Never mind the monsters 'neath the bed,

So let your brilliant dreams take flight:

A wondrous world inside your head--



Never mind the monsters 'neath the bed

With growling throats and bloodshot eyes,

A wondrous world inside your head

Keeping you safe from that which you despise--



With growling throats and bloodshot eyes,

The monsters flee from brilliant dreams.

Keeping you safe from that which you despise,

Silver bubbles capture their final screams--



The monsters flee from brilliant dreams,

So let your brilliant dreams take flight.

Silver bubbles capture their final screams;

Rest well, my son, in the dark of night.

I hear the sound

A distant melody

Soft as the snow

That falls in my dreams

Outside my widow pane



I pick up the beat

But my steps are wrong

When I’m ready to dance

It’s not my song

That gentle sweet long lost refrain



I turn in my sleep

And the music is gone

I sigh in my slumber

And am lulled by the long

Low moan of an old freight train



I almost catch it

Between sleep and arousal

Between two heartbeats

When everything’s possible

The moment ‘tween crazy and sane



The times I can fly

Like a kite or a dove

Into the clouds and the heavens above

Or the eye of a hurricane



I drift through a garden

Of unearthly blooms

And it smells like an angel

Flew into my room

And settled into my arms



But then he’s gone

Slipped away like a shade

A bright silver promise

One never made

Sweet like a leprechaun’s charm







A tear on a pillow

Not quite a memory

There’s feeling of loss

It’s all that was left me

A sweet dream which meant me no harm