Tuesday, January 30, 2018

The distant horizon is calling me

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You touched me with fingers educing a reaction from an uncharted fountain,
quelled hesitation by feeding a thirst I didn’t know I had,
a hunger from sources far older than my days walking this earth,
exposing pure desire raw with the thrill of unfurling nameless destinations,
I'm captured by the intake of your breath as you delve with me
into unknown, unexplored, indistinct horizons I am averse to denying.

Friday, January 26, 2018


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What is the point of one if there are ten to be had,
what’s the point of a gentle slide if I can blast into oblivion,
escape into a welcome void of isolation,
away from the waves of hopeless wo(a)ndering
slamming me with a force designed to eradicate my sanity,
destroy my dreams and taint the sunrise red with my blood,
words, what are words but a series of sounds
stringed together to form the noose you tie around your neck.

Friday, January 19, 2018

Hey, it's Friday night......

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......wanna hook up for a drink, like we did so very long ago, one of those evenings alive with laughter, feeding us with the rhythm of the music in the air, energy building with the deepening night, drawing our bodies together, the blood in our veins speeding faster, your hands become demanding and my eyes tell you what you want to know, for us to slip away into the night, let loose our inhibitions and desires, I’ll say farewell when dawn lights the sky to become another day…

Saturday, January 13, 2018


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Time is but a fleeting image of our perceptions
dancing before our eyes and over our skin,
feeding our emotions and senses.
It is the giver of light and darkness
imparting the reality of our imaginings and erudition,
soothing one moment, drawing blood the next.
Time marks our skin with regrets and realisations,
the physical manifestation of the roads we've chosen, the breaths we have taken,
the beings we’ve touched, shared our soul and body with,
time keeps on giving, until one moment, then it’s gone...

Friday, January 5, 2018

55 The Universe in your Eyes

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He had nothing to give but himself, and it was enough,
the infectious joy in a pursuit of feeling it all.
I’d gaze into his eyes, drink in the freedom he offered,
taking the love he poured through me
and I’m dazed by his spirit now living in me,
how can I let him go?

This is 55 word piece offering, in remembering an old friend, Galen Hayes, now hosted by Joy at Verse Escape so if you want to participate, head on over there.

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

I call on you

picture my own

This Full Moon's night I call on you,
grace me with your presence,
dance with me in the forest aglow
and show me, please, your way.
I have felt your touch
on dark, dark nights,
when you comforted me, held me close,
to you I’ll relinquish my self,
with you I need no reason
as you have told me all I need to know
and I know you are what I need
to breathe freely, live fully, love deeply,
I call on you this Full Moon's night.