Wednesday, February 24, 2010

the kiss of the gypsy








it’s the kiss of the gypsy under the moon
with dreams in the wind oh so perfectly hewn
that captures you swiftly, your eyes close, you swoon
to the promise adrift on the tune

and you float on the splendour of gilded wings
feed on pure lust on long purple ev’nings
lap up the nectar of empty nothings
while your soul dances freely through rings

it’s the kiss of the gypsy under the moon
igniting your senses on diamonds laid strewn
you dance with desires on sugar-laced dune
as to pleasures you now are attune



picture: http://kittikins5.deviantart.com/art/A-Gypsy-Queen-s-Dance-18728382




Thursday, February 18, 2010

there's always a tomorrow






black is the night filled with images stark
red is the pain as it flows from the heart
leaving behind the disfiguring mark of a tortured soul on the edge
desperate to end the unstoppable stream
of venom infused that has seeped in unseen
directing the course to a counterfeit dream that ends at precipitous ledge

please take me hand, let me guide you away
shut out the voice that has led you astray
together we’ll learn the black chants to unsay and free the soul from its chains
that send out shockwaves to the shatt’ring of bonds
feel your soul lift as old ghosts leave, abscond
as to bright light your blind vision responds and you glide to tranquillity, peace...



picture: http://purpleplatapus714.deviantart.com/art/Strong-Bonds-63378580




Sunday, January 31, 2010

red are the rivers









red are the rivers that flow through the land
broken by hatred, fed by the hand
with treacherous lies, calculated deceit
that draws out the fear, inducing defeat
while fuelling the flames of cold anger deep
grabbed by the hand in uproar they sweep
destroy in their path previous order and peace
as chaos evokes a destructive release
and trance-like they follow with contorted face
unable to turn back their steps and retrace
the means to avoid the shedding of blood
destruction is pouring, a relentless flood
to end when the tears of survivors are shed
the ignorant victims by powers misled








Tuesday, January 19, 2010

the woods of the flaming trees




lightly the breeze holds the melody
that flows forth from your lips
memorable words a parody
as smooth as crafted scripts
that by the red rays of the harvest moon
i allow to through me flow
caught by the mesmerizing tune
i take your hand and follow
into the woods of the flaming trees
as leaves our shoulders dust
awak’ning in me the chill of disease
your words are laced with rust
and with the onset of natures death
my soul froze to your plea
cold is the whisper on your breath
i retreat into woods misty





Tuesday, January 12, 2010

misty murmurs




a feeling as silent and subtle as mist
is rising up through the air
tentacles curling and winding their way
sensations you don’t much for care

the innocence in this breathy white veil
belies a deceptive core
disguising dark doorways in wispy light masks
that leave you uncertain, unsure

move through this forest of dangers and charm
the feelings that through you sweep
hear the soft murmurs that float on the breeze
their hum as soothing as sleep

and heed there is perched on the roof an owl
at the door where the mist hangs damply
so follow the touch that your senses placates
for your instinct will lead you deftly






Tuesday, January 5, 2010

remember me as a dream






leave me to fade into yesterdays
of moonlight and limbs entwined
fleeting temptation we couldn’t deny
to pleasure we yielded and dined
savouring the lick of heat in our veins
our senses and touch ablaze
breathing in feverish scents awash
we tumbled in lusty forays

yet written in stardust our names were not
a moment’ry madness’ delight
the draw of the silvery moonlit skies
that offered a carnal respite
and in my mind’s eye i lie in your arms
that wasn’t our dream to dream
i bid you farewell on this dying night breeze
remember me as a dream







Wednesday, December 30, 2009

an angel's breath









breathe the breath that angels share
on balmy summer nights
as they dance through silver fronds
while chasing pure delights

and feel their touch as they enlace
their magic through your mind
to softly falling water drops
that open your eyes blind

to rainbows in the glowing dark
of streetlights that you guide
through a world of wonder filled
with joy that grows inside

they touch the ones whose hearts allow
the mysteries in their soul
and fill with glee the seeking hearts
that through the moonlight stroll








Saturday, December 26, 2009

the echoes of the wind





my heart is drenched in tears and sorrow
it’s so dark, so dark this morrow
limbs worn out and run aground
my voice now hoarse, a strangled sound
and i approach the misty waves
over rocks, past haunted caves
as i hear echoes in the wind
chanting tales of that i’ve sinned

i now surrender all to you
i bow my head, i bid adieu
as i draw near the dark abyss
i blow to you a final kiss
when from the distance comes the call
calling me, a creature small
and so i sink in waters deep
my soul to rest, eternal sleep