My bloodlines—strings on harps rip
Waves lifting—gone, soaked up by g
The bygones of waning moons, melte
My bloodlines stir compasses insid
To trees binding threads of vines

Your beautiful lived within the ki
He lay there for eternities—he nev
You see? My core became his prism
As such, I found your kindness a
A breathable entity attached to ea

The death hills rolled in clay
Silvery, sheen and sunken stones
They seem to whisper amongst a dar
As night lights lushly soak earth’
There is history written upon the

‘Tis eventide, when all is stilled
Dark and dimly blue, nightly cappe
White magic drizzles, dancing on w
The Christmas fairy nigh approach
She, antiquated gypsy star

The Tango, that slithering hot mu
With red and black, silky, smooth
And a throbbing pulse,
Reaches out to lovers
And wraps around their slender ank

Afternoon tea on the white veranda
Aside the fresh manicured rose gar
She stirs her tea with a sterling
Then sips it with her right pinky
Her back is straight and skirt bel

Strange, beautiful, picturesque,
Charming, exotic, enchanting,
Unapproachable, untouchable,
Delicate, sagacious, mysterious,
Secretive, indecisive, proud,

Ah, the passion of the throbbing r
The heated waltz with a flaming bl
The crying guitars and bleeding fi
The busy feet and the song that li
The intensive eyes and the look of

This poem is my own understanding
Long ago Shelley wrote a poem
about Ozymandias, king of kings -
A monument to this once powerful m
was found in the desert

Autumn left a fragrance of bucolic
Honeyfur, cool and crisp, I savor
Moonglades swept away my longing h
Nigh, moonwakes kept their vigilan
At dusk, newfound senses awoke ami

I live with a sense of solimnity i
So I cling to those kinds of drea
Anxiety, my mind in shackles, leav
Until, glimpses of light peer in t
Like a blind man seeing earth in t

It is a prelude to that magic vibr
Carrying two lovers to the
World of dreams and revelations,
Fleeing from the world left behind
Of weights and measures,

Our private sanctuary lies deep wi
Where divinity has complete contro
Resting with the tranquil days and
Among the lows and subsequent heig
With the eyes of its heart sheddin

Nature binging, fires laughing,
Volcanoes playing, thunder running
Skies climbing, oceans swelling,
Melodies alone in the still of the
Melting rhetoric with the heat of

What wonderful beings these people
Ditch diggers can tell me about th
Most everyone has a good sense of
Being with these people is like ha

Blessed life and the longing for i
The birthing and a deeply yearning
The moving stream inside Nature’s
Of pleasure’s delight and running
Passion speaks in a warm and lusty

Ambitious are his words, striking
Ink spills—the heart spills, and m
Everything has a soul, even words
Joyous and betimes grey and mourni
Most of all magic—the imagination’

Elysium, a peak into the hereafter
A climb before the climbing,
A looking into the heart of life
And finding the secret of death,
A hidden knowledge in the sub-cons

Blazing rose
A citrus sweet of delectables, del
Passions, anew
Not like passions red, of boldness
‘Tis a fire’s passion—hot carbuncl

Music floats and dancers ride the
With rolling arms and feet off the
Rising with the calming like such
Spiraling into heaven and sinking
With music as the story and rhythm

When love is introduced to two lov
When affinity moves with the speed
When it hastens the course of love
When the feeling becomes intense,
When that intensity begins to heat

Take me in your arms, and never le
Take me in you arms, and hold me t
That you and you alone, are all I
For you are the reason, for this l
This sounds so very desperate, but

On the Bedouin of soul fire I wri
Therein lays my heart, my mind, my
Like dipping lilacs on brimming la
The page, a blank-blackness above,
A pen’s aphotic dance dwells on wi

A mid-summer day presents it’s fir
June bugs hum a sultry sound, as p
Awakened are bold and ignite-ly co
A summer’s green brightened by a n
Turned burgundy wine, with hot ref

Words come as easy as the rain,
Landing on gold and silver tongues
Finding fissures in the anxious sk
Traveling along the corridors of t
Speaking in the language of the sp

Love concords, like similes in nat
Forever promenading silent truths
Procuring a beautiful earth where
Creating a single beating heart
Tis’ timeless are the enduring, to

We of the brave and fearless sort,
When our visions seem to be cut sh
When we stumble along the charted
We pick ourselves up, comes anothe
What is a storm but a prelude to a

Dancing with dancers in a silent s
Speaking not but swinging in const
Like the ocean talks and the tides
And the waves dash and the foam ri
The unification of Neptunian rite

Baby boy, you write essesnses of j
Tis’ truest melodies of love—joy s
No word to describe this feeling o
As your long awaited arrival has f
Our eyes gaze upon each other mome

As ailments get worse without a cu
And the pain is more than we can e
We look around to find the cause,
Like a warming sun that shines and
As congregations dwindle, we are t