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 see the world from an angle of tenderness and magic and illusion and end with an after thought of reality. I write about the things I am most in love with and that would be life and my muse.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
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
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
Friday, November 16, 2007
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!!!!
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
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
Thursday, November 15, 2007
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
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
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
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
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
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
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
“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
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
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Say It Straight
Say It Straight
The raven black hair of night
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
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
I hate this malignant pinings
you willfully express in obscurity to me.
I cannot and I do not know
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?
Your barbed words, your arrogant brush-off's.
What am I to feel?
To do?
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