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Thursday, May 28, 2015



This wounded heart of mine,
In time, I hoped it would heal,
Yet years go by, still it's not fine,
Still ragged wounds are what I feel.

So many tears, beyond the waterfall,
My broken heart, lies in pieces, it's true,
Drowning in my torrid dreams, each lasting call,
Hushed by cruel, so it seems, crushed by horrid too.

One night I looked into your eyes,
One kiss from you, I knew love did exist,
One love we felt, unaware of discord or disguise,
One day to the next, we both felt love, dancing in love's darling mist.

So we fall in love . . . we fall in love . . .  we fall,
At the most inopportune time, this wild heart,
Ransoming  raw emotions, with every to and fro tug, each love call,
Into that melee kisses drag us, recalling love's tease, tearing love apart.

When we fall and fumble, with love tugging at our heart strings,
I remember you, with love's kind eye, stumbling on every rock, every angled fold,
With you caged in my heart, I remember our sweet embrace, hold dear those love things,
Broken hearted, I remember parting, tears spilling with my fears, so silly love's tangled hold.

Oh golden sunshine! Warm this lonesome heart!
Pan down on dark, distant streets, walking apart,
Oh summer rain! Wash away my sorry woes, impart love ala carte,
Renounce this fate, as love diminished, another tragic start, painting fatal art.

Trapped in this disfigured frame, dismembered by disengaged arrows,  my beating heart,
Flanked by love's fallen soldiers, each one armed with love's insipid taunts and woes,
Years go by,  dreams are dashed, still you're forever gone, into twilight, we're so far apart,
I walk alone, sleep alone, dream alone, while errant love guffaws and crows, such low blows.

Grasp the bow, my trembling hand, love thrusts pointed arrows, trying to atone,
Blinded by the sun, love prevails, turning side to side, my pierced heart doth bleed,
Cheek to cheek, we used to dance, held hands, let love remind us we were alone,
Those moments, when two souls breathed as one, when love planted it's wondrous seed.

Tangled in this web of life, where savage love torments our souls,
Strangled by this ruthless knot, where love left it's wounding mark,
Surreptitiously, this cagey lank, parading as if love weren't full of holes,
Uninspired love, love with all it's range and glory, love gone awry, love so dark.

If love e'er knocks upon this hovel door, if love e'er dare call my name,
A warriors heart will meet the game, with poignant arrows I'll surely pierce the same,
Still, within this harried soul, love's plague hath pock marked my varied being, void of fame,
Yet errant love, so marred, lives on, love breathes life, love's honour remains the same.

Staring into an uncertain future, through a misty veil, so clouded, so unclear,
I feel your spirit, drifting somewhere out in space, not alone but in congregation,
So love has won in the end, distant love has drawn me in again, this love career,
Leaving me wounded and bleeding, by the littered wayside, inside love's lonely station.

Surrounded by love, grieving for so many lost and bleeding hearts,
Infirm, created by love, as tortured souls cry, tainted with love's feral calling,
Unleashed, Venus rips, reeling, turning, lest each setting sun flares, twists love's cautious art,
Once kisses have been banned, thus love be cut and dried, finally love disallowed from falling.

Into this deep crevasse I fall, floundering in abject darkness,

Tumbling down this slippery slope, no angel to catch or hold me, pray,
Love's obtuse angle has torn me apart, fragile love, with all it's sharpness,
Closing weary eyes, tears wash love away, memories of love, that held you and me and they.

Sunday, May 10, 2015


I heard there was light in this place,
Someone told me, so I boldly came,
Whispered something smoky, in my face,
Somehow scorched me, with a burning flame.

Over these many years, extant of the racing moment,
Days became nights, as tornadoes severely twisted life,
While people woke, dressed and cloaked,  committed to comment,
Marking unusual paths, unseen voids, avoiding sun-storms and loose strife.

Traffic stalled as perilous light changed, green then amber to flaming red,
Lightning bolted across looming horizons, flexing dark trees and herbal ramps,
Pedestrians charged to the fore, wrapped in auto delirium, drawing swords in their stead,
Yet ocean tides still ripped and tore, the moon still tramped o'er distant verbal camps.

Searching my dreams, hope rose above the lofty clouds,
Waiting and wanting the light to enter my heart, kneeling to pray,
One instance, instantly another, thought and deed swept aside shrouds,
According to Hoyle, rules apply, and with certain application I tried not to stray.

Now with the fires burning, now with the earth's mantle churning,
Now with heaven so far beyond us, now with the abyss yawning below us,
Darkness envelopes a waning world, rewriting stories with history's yearning,
Light illuminates each narrow crevasse, enmasse this worldly creation speaks thus.

Where do we go from here? Where is this light you spoke of?
Is this dream but an illusion? Or are we caught in some transient mix?
Where is this Nirvana? Where is Glorious Heaven and God's love?
Are we awake or does a never ending sleep keep us in this torrid fix?

I opened my eyes, searching my universe for the promised light,
Far in the distance, for an instant, I thought I glimpsed a glimmering ray,
Focusing on that horizon, I felt my heart leap with anticipation and delight,
That glimmer was all I got, then pain whisked me back into this daily fray.

So I walked on, passing many laying crumpled and still, by the littered wayside,
Sunrise after sunset I kept to the road, hoping that promised light would prevail,
In worn out footwear I plodded and tripped, bruised by errant stones, impossible to hide,
Still I dreamed of the light, even as I slept, aspiring I expected that light would not fail.

Yet another sunset, yet another mountain in my dreams,
With only hope in my heart, one beat as I breathe, striving to forgive,
Still that promised light remains distant, and hidden, or so it seems,
Now another glowing moon rises, while thoughts of light, give me reason to live.