All the moons that we can visit
Twirl above us in the night
The air is full of magic
To fuel an endless flight
The universe is full of wonders
Which manifest at our command
We long for verdant landscapes
Beaches of crystal sands
Yet you stand deliberating
A little hesitant and scared
Wondering if there may be
Monsters under the bed
A collection of musings, poems, writing and other eccentricities scattered throughout a life time.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Wishes
A moment
A day
A stop along the way
A window
A door
Foundations and a floor
A future
A past
The first breath to the last
A poem
A song
To who do they belong?
A lover
A friend
A beginning and an end
A touch
A scent
Wishes yet unspent
A day
A stop along the way
A window
A door
Foundations and a floor
A future
A past
The first breath to the last
A poem
A song
To who do they belong?
A lover
A friend
A beginning and an end
A touch
A scent
Wishes yet unspent
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Addicted to You
I'm dreaming 'bout how
You move your body at night
Just open up a vein and pour your light
Into me
I'm addicted to you
There's a shadow 'cross the Moon
There's a wolf in the woods
And despite all the danger
It feels so fucking good
I'm addicted to you
A thousand texts on my telephone
'bout what we're doing and what we're growing
You and me
A car speeding down to Dead Man's Curve
White knuckles on the wheel
Can we hold our nerve ...?
I'm addicted to you
I've been kissing your mouth
Reading your life in your eyes
Open up a vein and pour your light
Into me
I'm addicted to you
You move your body at night
Just open up a vein and pour your light
Into me
I'm addicted to you
There's a shadow 'cross the Moon
There's a wolf in the woods
And despite all the danger
It feels so fucking good
I'm addicted to you
A thousand texts on my telephone
'bout what we're doing and what we're growing
You and me
A car speeding down to Dead Man's Curve
White knuckles on the wheel
Can we hold our nerve ...?
I'm addicted to you
I've been kissing your mouth
Reading your life in your eyes
Open up a vein and pour your light
Into me
I'm addicted to you
Moored in a Mist
Silent as stone, moored in a mist
sky reflected in the sea, a poetry
of stillness
And me emulating
patient, awaiting
a heartbeat to sound
a statement profound
arising from the void
but not voiding
the sanctuary of
stillness.
sky reflected in the sea, a poetry
of stillness
And me emulating
patient, awaiting
a heartbeat to sound
a statement profound
arising from the void
but not voiding
the sanctuary of
stillness.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Reticence
At Pellegrini's the old waiter's eyes
shine bright at the sight of your baby blues
and people with coffees and football talk
swirl slowly around, dancing like extras -
we exit to a lane, and falling rain
The ghosts of past victories and defeats
accompany us through the galleries
and we move apart, ever conscious of
our proximity to, and wary of
the tragic empress, the vain dictator
Over aged red wine and fillet le boeuf
rationalities are voiced and agreed
yet still an enveloping mist descends
a fugitive truth seeks sanctuary
in the hazy half light of reticence
I leave your bed before dawn touches us
I have been so lost and now fear the fall
Napoleon at the field of triumph
rears his white stallion and turns his head
noticing I hang by gossamer thread
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