Cosmic Eyes

Your eyes

A gypsy's crystal ball

My universe held unfurled within them

I look and I am flying in the orbit,

Into unknown space, meteorites are flying by.

The stars stare at me like a thousand twinkling eyes

But in this vast stellar field one star casts an inescapable cosmic hook-on me

The one that looked at me with her eyes

Her eyes, My northern star

I feel like

I feel like...

Screaming my head off
'Til my voice collapses
and my lungs deflate

Running in the rain
'Til my muscles burn
and my body aches

Punching the wall
'Til my knuckles fall off
and the wall is bloody red

Crying
Til I can't cry anymore
ashy tears, half dead


In a rage
In a rage blinding
In a blinding black rage

A FIST FULL OF SHEETS

A fistful of sheets
A mouth full of moans
A brain lost in ecstasy
In uncharted zones

Toes curling in to my feet’s sole
Fingers dancing in my hole
Body glittering with sweat
How much better can this get

Pulse screaming in my ears
Eyes filling-up with tears
Lightning striking once again
Oh my F*ckin God orgasm number TEN!!!!

“No Other Way”

I don’t care what they say

Who are “they” anyway

To deny myself of this,

Is the same as destroying myself, it is!

I had once to choose, to love or to live

I loved first and incidentally I lived

Given that choice again

I’d still choose to love and not listen to them

Sleepyheads

Like all the fallen autumn leaves
I've raked in the garden round back
I'd gather you in my arms right now
And pile you up on my lap

Hold you so close, Swirl on your shoulder
Like a young whirlwind in the spring
Blow away the worries that have latched onto you
Erase the lines and scratches of things so tiring

Slowly, I'll dance on your skin
Until you melt underneath my touch
You'd be a big puddle of June raindrops
Held by the glassy basin of my arms as such

Here we are again
You almost asleep, soft as a tear
Hera we are again
Me half-sleepy, cradling you right now, right here

In the solace of the silent corner
Of the home that we have built
I'd place us on the window sill
And look at the earth's oceanic quilt

The sea sings you a lullaby and I sing along
sleep little baby,
the water all still
sleep little baby
the now bowl a-fill
Sleep....
Asleep...
Together on the window sill

A Talk with My Duckie

On the topic of the magnificent Joni Mitchell
My duckie, Shoil, and i listen in a sort of awe
and I say

she reminds me of you duckie
of your voice that would float above a note
and would raise my spirits a little
I watch your lips move
You open your mouth
And I hear the voice of my soul talking to me

It was always a pleasure a pleasure to listen to my duckie
And music will always be something we share
love you dukie

Lonely Pier

The lonely pier posted by the shore

The tide slowly tugging away the boat she made a home for in her docks

Farther with every wave, helpless she stands watching her boat

Dreading the moment when she loses sight of its sails,

When it disappears near the horizon

When she’s gone, all day everyday she knows she will wait

She will tell the lighthouse to send a signal out to sea each and every night

So that no matter how far she wanders

The path home will always be lit

And she would always find her way back to the port

If ever she decides to sail this way again

“I Cannot Own You”

You make me want to posses

That intimacy no other two have had or can ever have

You make me want an exclusively mutual connection

That is like some but is like unlike any other

You make me want to claim the deepest,

The most enduring,

The most passionate ,

The most satisfying,

The last

To know no other can love this way again nor surpass it

You make me “want “ and by doing so I feel like I betray you

Like I have broken my most sacred conviction

And I am reduced to a bastard hypocrite

Because in one way or the other I want to HAVE and OWN you at the same time

But I know this must not be

Say It Straight

Say It Straight

The raven black hair of night

Quickly grew old and white with the youthful light of morning.

You were gone as quickly as my cigarette had ashed away

With one breath, with one puff, with one flick.
I thought to myself as I stayed on my side of the bed

You on your side of the world somewhere.

I hate this malignant pinings

you willfully express in obscurity to me.
I cannot and I do not know

How to treat this cancerous silence that now plagues us.
Your barbed words, your arrogant brush-off's.
What am I to feel?
To do?