Tuesday, March 30, 2010

intimate strangers

a deep rolling rumble that echoes through plains
over parched lands that are desperate for rains
touch down not gentle on needy hot flesh
frantically seeking, these strangers enmesh

entranced in the spell of a burning desire
held in control by the conscious umpire
freed as the lightning strikes, rugged and bare
driven by hunger these mingled limbs share

they ride on the winds of a passion that‘s blind
striving to taste all sensations confined
recklessly feeding this storm of impulse
heady release as the senses convulse

and breathless they die in a falling descent
limbs in the throes of their passion now spent
skin still ablaze from the touch of those hands
intimate strangers in separate lands

picture: http://charbee.deviantart.com/art/Walking-Away-25801484

Thursday, March 25, 2010

the ashes of time

wasteful the moments of tears and regret
time spent in mem’ries that only beget
yesterdays pain without hope of release
stealing from you precious hours of peace
dwelling in darkness to songs that lament
words of your making that echo torment
searching for flickering candles of hope
while through old pictures you fumble and grope
take in your hands those old ashes of time
watch as they pass through your memory’s rhyme
a sweet farewell to an unburdened mind
the fresh pearl of time redesigned

picture: http://iardacil.deviantart.com/art/Ashes-of-Time-105685863

Sunday, March 21, 2010

bleeding skies

in dreams your past sins come to taunt you and play
a game of deception they won’t in the day
they bleed peaceful skies with their images raw
your weaknesses built in a bloody jigsaw
that leave you disjointed, renewing your debt
these creatures of darkness won’t let you forget
you shudder awake with hot sweat on your brow
from that which was past again dragged to the now

picture: http://jaggu79.deviantart.com/art/NIGHTMARE-110647580

Friday, March 12, 2010

into a state of silent suspension

wrap me in your arms of ice and soak into my bones
let me fade in frozen mist as hard and cold as stones
fill me with the silent howl of icy winds that storm
leave behind the black and white that steals my last breath warm

i need to sink into the void, the motionless abyss
i’m waiting here for you to give that final mortal kiss
to transport me into a place of silence that’s devoid
of any touch and any sound, all senses left destroyed

picture: http://316521.deviantart.com/art/Frozen-98706473

Thursday, March 11, 2010

a return to the silence

discord, distaste, distrust
distance yourself from me
the walls are re-built
with wire barbed sharp
the locks slam on gates without key
and the landscape distorts
in a world thick with mist
as i listen to protest mutely
dispassionate eyes
see the blood on my hands
while i brandish my sword stoically…

in a darkness that soothes
let restoring rays wash
over me ‘til your rage has been spent
i will pass through the gates
once a silence returns
to the land you have touched with torment

picture: http://aphostol.deviantart.com/art/The-wheel-of-time-80433964

Saturday, March 6, 2010

dance with the angels

playful the creatures that dance through the night
carried by angels whose calls them invite
through starry gates at the heart of the moon
freely renouncing the earthly paths strewn
with obstacles blinding the visions that flow
richly through silver rays while they echo
in the free spirits that relish the truth
lost… in those moments past youth

picture: http://p0rg.deviantart.com/art/Wind-Sails-On-Cool-Bays-103099203

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

the scent of fresh limes

one bright dawn came the day that she spread her new wings
from a place safe, protected, where she left many things
to an unknown horizon that her beckoned and called
to a life that was different and open, unwalled

and she travelled to sidewalks where the grey cement bloomed
to a tangle of noise from so many that roomed
on top of the other, with the walls where paint peeled
where a bleakness hung thick, yet to her it appealed

disbelief made him ask, “what are you doing here,
for you sure don’t belong in this pub drinking beer.”
yet she moved little nearer, reaching out to his hand
when she whispered a wish that he wouldn’t withstand

with his eyes overcast he just stared at her zest
then he told her quite frankly, “life here is a test
where the strongest survive, many crumble and fall,
while many just fade in a liquid highball.“

“go back to your life where you get what you want,
where you eat without thought in a smart restaurant.
remain over there, where you know all the rules,
being poor really sucks and the love quickly cools.”

...many years now have passed and he wonders sometimes
what became of the girl with the scent of fresh limes
who embroiled herself sweetly in a life not her own
before leaving one day, just a text on his phone

picture: http://vanso.deviantart.com/art/t-common-people-145901716