Thursday, June 2, 2011

SHE DIDN'T KNOW


 
She did not know
She did not care
Too much sadness
Is sorrow
So I took the majesty
Of a purple rock 
Chopped it down
Building her gold sandcastles
That sparkles like stars’
Glitter
Dream coated desires
Are nothing more
Than volcanic ash
She took me for a ride
When I was alone,
To the seventh heaven
And still my rainbows
Cried…

I became the Capt. Jack Sparrow
On the new ship of fools,
Remaining an old friend
With a new name
Sailing on a message
In bottle
On the sea of residue
Left in our bed,
She did not know
She did not care…

I fell in love
With a delicious
And salacious whore
Not even
The 2x4 tied across
My back
Helped,
I entered her palace
Grasping, squealing,
Moaning for breath
As she and I
Seduced the sweet and indignant 
Lies,
Which surrendered to the tropaean
Hammering my truth,
Detectives uncovering
Love’s mystique
Wrapped crassulent bliss

She was the lotus flower
Floating on the tropical pool
Of our thoughts
And
We failed to say each other’s
Name
So I spelled hers
Upon the air which we breathed
And renamed her Sky,
She colored me Daddy
And called me
The insanity
That is divine
She did not know
What I knew
She had fell in love
With me
Unaware and again
Unknowingly
She did not care…

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Wednesday, June 1, 2011

INCOGNITO


 
Melodic metaphors danced
Upon memories lost
From opaque whispers
Gone astray
Engraved touches
No longer refused
Obscurity
As new wants and desires
Began to march
Towards mindful thoughts
And the lascivious nature
Of wretched loneliness
Remained untamed…

She started her day
As she ended her night
Invisible
To the validation
Of being a human being
Invisible to life,
Content
From the cosmic echoes
Of her past
Her footsteps forward caressed
A simple path,
Aware of her trials
She called it
progress…

Somewhere in a nearby dream
He
Found her incognito
And peeled it away
Like fresh fruit
Causing her to summon
A velvet rain,
Crescendos of moistened residues
From thunderous ocean waves
Calibrating the probability
Of sweetness surrendered
Homeward bound,
He infused her with life
And promised rest
In his male infinite afterglow
Then,
He,
Returned to the land
Of his dreamscapes
Canopies of the wind,
The nightstand light came on,
Picking up a book
MY CLOUDS HAVE WINGS
She,
Like great mountains
Buried in the ocean’s abyss
Remained incognito…



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