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A Sonnet of Me

You asked that I to write a song of me
And, humble, I could never think to be
So bold, so arrogant - if yet true;
But this is me, and of me, just for you:

A soulful one, am I, depths fathomless
To most, currents lost in my soul's progress;
And, losing most while wand'ring through my life,
Alone, I find myself, at times in strife

And so, seeking for still a better way,
Beyond culture's customs, I'm known to stray
More pleasure, perhaps, I earn than peers;
Stirring sometimes, unwittingly, human fears

Chafing often at such consuetude,
Exam'ning life's and love's true magnitude -
My mind and heart swelling with all I've found:
That love and life and beauty yet abound

When willing parties will dismiss affray,
When expectations dispelled today,
When we let live and grow our hearts' true bliss,
When we dispense the fear of two souls' kiss

You asked that I write a song of me;
And song I write, impassioned wish to free
My heart, my mind of cloistered walls of time,
Released into romantic seas, sublime!

With all my heart and mind, I love; it's true
Some paradox of love: Many, and you —
Always my heart and soul munificent,
Yet I find, still, a mind's predicament:

How may one prove such a love is true
When love is shared by many, not by two?
When love is bound by only truth and trust?
When love is love, and lust is merely lust?

A poet's words flounder when love is lost;
A lover's words decline, if you accost
Her alimony, disesteem her way;
So, suspend all your fear, let love allay

An uninhib'ted life; let love be free:
I've found this truth proffered most sensibly
The depth at which I founded through my life;
The core of me, infused with love, is rife

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Birds of Love

Aching heart and rattled mind,
I seek a friend, and few I find
With open hearts and willing soul

I remember times of old
When love was easy, love was kind
And we were friends, all lives entwined
And we could live our lives half-blind

It behooves me yet, to see
That you're yet coming back at me
That you're yet coming hard and fast
That you yet want some love to last

When you cannot begin to know
That it's not lust that lets love grow
That it's not ours to find and search
When we're not left on that high perch

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Acquaintanceships by Night and by Day

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have been lost in the depths of a vast universe,
Lost beyond the reaches of his highest height -
And whence his words rippled from kindly to terse -

Where were you? Where were all of you who feel cause to judge
Whilst I searched the covens of all space and time,
Whilst I sloughed off all that you all begrudge,
Whilst I delved into depths of my heart and mind?

I have become one with the night,
Taking fireflies and monsters to become my friends,
Learning from cats to see with a feline's sight
That my soul and my heart could see my paths' ends -

And where were you? Were you shielding rays
As family, friends, children from far and wide
Came to embrace you in light of day
Whilst you did hold to your ego's pride?

I have become acquainted with the night,
With the darkness of my soul, and with others' too
That I may face with a whole heart my fright,
That I may learn to forgive and to love even you

Who judge. Where were you when my soul was alone?
Did you come to my aide? Did you reason to give?
Or did you only miss what was given, well-known?
Did you think to reach out, give me reason to live?

I have become one with the night and the day
Breaking reasons, unfettered by common restraints,
That I may find reason to live well, as I may;
That I may find life without common complaints -

And where, pray tell, where do your judgements lead us
Whist I, on my own - my heart oft torn asunder,
My life and my mind leaving you in nonplus?
I find myself, day and night, filled naught but with wonder —

For I have become acquainted well with the night,
And I break, at last, into dawning of days;
And I find I shan't run, though my wings take to flight
As I find myself, now, understanding your ways.

(First line borrowed from “Acquainted with the Night” by Robert Frost, http://www.poetryoutloud.org/poems-and-performance/poems/detail/47548 )

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In The Beginning

And then, the flow began:
The life that was their own,
The life that was her own
That urged a broad wingspan;
No longer words, alone
No longer friends outgrown....

She found true love without a man;
Won lands afar without a throne;
Traversed where none had ever flown -
And all of this, without a plan,
Without a soul yet to condone
The very life she'd only known

With only whispers of "I can...!"
She lifts her eyes, will not bemoan
The very life, love some'd disown;
Though from malaise he'd said she ran,
Through heartaches, breaks come on full-blown,
She'd come to now, to but intone,

To sing like ancient Solomon
Her heart's truth, life, love depone
In psalms, her soul's brilliant lodestone;
To find in sweet, attentive span
And unfailingly true touchstone
Her life, her love ne'er to atone...

And then, and so her flow began....

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Star-Crossed

Into the stillness of a dream
The day had been what it'd never been

Wide swing, warm coffee, chilly day;
Words flowed from fingers, come what may

When up I glanced, to a tattered blue
And a stylish shirt; it was only you

They say that clothes can make the man
Though I'd say you made those jeans all you can!

And I'd say, instead, that clothes can portray
The heart of a man and, perhaps, his way

For, when you peered from behind the frame
And spoke of what sets your mind aflame

I knew we'd be friends forever-more
Even if we knew not what life had in store

Some star-crossed loves are but passing friends
Who yet share a connection that never ends

And you, who shares so much of his eyes' deep sight
Shall have coffee, deep chats with me one long night

Words and life may have limits, true
But star-crossed friendships never do

For my dear friend, Terrell Clark, on his birthday

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Clichés

Please don't tell me how great I am
If you're just gonna walk away
Frankly, I don't give a damn
I'm here and now, let's live the day

Don't let's wait another year
Before we dare embrace again
Falter to love and not to fear
Spread wide your heart, let love begin

Please don't waste another word
In lieu of love, then run from me
They're all the same; they've all been heard
Don't tell us both I'm best left free

When it's excitement in your ear
And rambling thoughts that sound like fear
In the stillness of your heart's rush
Is still the shadow of joyful blush

You found a soul with a widespread heart
Embarked with a mind whose life is art
So, come back, now, into widespread arms
Let me thrill you with feminine charms

Don't tell me, please, how great I am
If you're going to walk away
Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn
Carpe diem, love; sieze me today

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Silhouettes of You

Waving just beyond the window
Swaying just beyond the blinds
I sense your sensual energy flow

And I can't, for all of me, reach you
And I can't forgive myself
For I can't and I won't make do
I won't put life on a shelf

Waving just beyond the window
Swaying just beyond the blinds
I can't bring myself to go

And tomorrow won't be different
And tomorrow won't ever do
For tomorrow, you won't think to repent
And I'll still be missing you

Waving just beyond the window
Swaying just beyond the blinds
I can't reach you; I can't know

If your voice, my heart will cling to
If my voice will sing to yours
All I want is to be near you
All I want is mine and ours

Waving just beyond the window
Swaying just beyond the blinds
Still, we flow, we love, we grow

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Prisms of Love

Don’t you know?

I long to feel the skin upon your face,
The brush of whiskers nettled on your chin
And when I reach to touch, you to embrace
I find that I am forced to reach within

For - don’t you know?

I tremble all the day and all night long
My body eager, vibrating as you strum
The heartstrings of such a familiar song
Your fingers not yet on flesh; still, for you I thrum

And I cannot foresee another way
Than dancing deeply in a world unknown
So I will live and love another day
That one day, maybe soon, this depth be shown

That, maybe one day soon, I will be yours
And you’ll be mine, in body too;
That one day soon, we’ll dance through doors
In ethereal worlds we’ll live, both I and you

So, don’t you know?

My heart is bound to yours and lost to me
It’s yet my mind you kiss, that you must woo
And I, lost forever in this fantasy
Somehow made real, this life, by your love true

And - you must know!

Forever, in this time
That you are yours, and also I am thine;
That I belong to me, and you are mine!
That we are ours, forever-love sublime

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Scorpions

Give me a reason not to erase us from me, not to complete the job you are already doing so well.

They drop bombs, here in the desert, where they harm no one but the scorpions and the snakes.

Give me a reason not to throw out all we are and were amidst our brothers and sisters to be likewise obliterated.

Because, although I find myself afraid and do not know what yet I will become, I do know this:

I, at least, will rise from the flames and become something beautiful, renewed, in the death of you-and-me.

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Beyond Reality

Sometimes, I wonder if he’s not the end of the world;
The end of me
The end of everything I know and want,
The end of all my desires,
The end of all my dreams

Somehow, that doesn’t frighten me;
I want it all the more
The end of all my past and future,
The end of the here-and-now…

If, in the end of everything
There is nothing but passion and love,

Then we exist in infinity, foreverness,
Between worlds and existence
Where words have no meaning
Where there never was a lie
Where dreams go to be born and die…

Silence speaks so loudly
In the nebulous ether
Of you
And I

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I’m Sorry, Darling…

I'm sorry, Darling,
the light is fading,
though the love does not wane

I'm sorry, Darling,
the world must go on,
my life must go on,
you must go on

We must learn
from those pains,
from those sorrows

we each bear;
from the frustrations,
from the highs and lows
We must take something

We must love

I'm sorry, Darling,
but you have neither control
of Light or Dark

The Sun remains The Sun,
and the World, itself, is turning

Watch as the Sunset erupts into immortal flames across an infinite sky;

When you're in the right place,
at every Beginning and at every End,
it is impossible to deny
her beauty is as great

Now is the sunset of our love
Now is the end of you-and-me

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Wonderland Has Come

He doesn’t know -
And neither do I -
How much time passed in the netherverse of love
How much power heartbeats have in times of need.

Years passed by without him near,
And mere moments since I have returned,
Thick with love and sweetness;
And we’re drunk on each other, again.

With every breath, I inhale a world that was mine.
With every glance, he takes me in.
This is not the love, the passion of children,
Of hurt adults fumbling towards ecstasy;

This is the love between worlds,
Between the seconds of real time;
This is violet love, of the kind Tesla knew…
This is fantasy-come-true.

Don’t talk to me of what might have been.
Don’t utter words of dissent, of discontent.
These are the times worth saving,
Moments worth living…

These are the worlds unseen and yet alive;
So:
Live
And love

Endlessly.

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A Ghost In The Room

 

I would confess my love to you again and again;
It’s not going anywhere…

Even when I fall in love again,
Even when you leave…

“You are the only one…”

…who ever looked at me that way,
…who ever stared at me that way,
…who never loved me that way,
…who never let me get away…

“…’Cause you are mine and I am yours,
“Let’s not fuck around…”

You, your friends and I,
our rhythms intertwined,
our depths married helplessly,
our knowing eyes seeing:

We are not the blind masses.
We are not the unfeeling things

Who see nothing but work,
Who feel nothing but theory;

We are the ones who make life;
We are the ones who enact dreams maniacally.

Yet, you sit.

Waiting…

…for the ether…

…in the ether.

Prides

I knew our days were numbered,
from the start:
Your soulful, aching gaze lingering;
Your life, your willful ways chaining;
You were a longing man amongst a pride of lions;
I am a free woman amidst a pride of artists.
And my ire was stirred, even then:
Your lasting, lustful gaze demanding that I sit,
My legs, my body openly on display;
My soul, my passion rippling ‘round that room.
And you were my match, yet bound comfortably;
And I was yours, yet bound uncomfortably.
You demanded that I sit,
That I watch you take me in,
That I know your every thought,
That I know you would not stir.
And I, so hungry for your touch,
And I, so thirsty for your voice,
And I, so angry for your will,
And I, so helplessly lost in you.

You do nothing that your mind demands of you.
You do nothing that your heart demands is true.
You do nothing that your will was meant to do.
You do nothing that a man is supposed to do.

And in that place, I am a prisoner.
And, in that place, I am bound to you.
And, in that place, I know everything there is to know about you.
And, in that place, I am utterly bound to you.

May I ask for what I want, from you?
May I ask for what I want most, for what is true?
May I ask that you are my friend, my lover, my dearest love?
May I ask for all that you know is true?

Come back to me, forever and a day,
And stay with me, forever through our life,
And linger with me, until infinity,
And forget me only long enough to gaze, bewildered, once again.

Come back, my love.
Come back and kiss my skin
In all the places I bid, unspoken;
Come back and find my heart unbroken, and yet bruised;
Come back, for you, for me.

Midnight In Love

I’m not actually any different from anyone who’s ever loved anyone so deeply.

I’m not actually any different from anyone who’s ever loved anyone so deeply.

I think of you probably as much;

I’m just as lost, as confused by your leaving

As anyone in all the ages of lovers being left.

We have been searching for this answer through all of time:

Why did he die?

Why did he leave?

Why did she not want me?

Why did she reject my love?

Why not accept the reality of us, of what we so clearly felt?

Why choose to forget what beauty we shared…?

Did he not know I would die, too,

Without the sunshine of his presence?

Did he not know that I would be ripped from the very soil, which was him?

Did she not know that I loved her?

Did she not realize how much I would have done for her, how I would have given anything, everything? That I still am, to this day?

Was our reality too much to bear, too challenging for the wish of the world we faced? Did our feelings truly challenge everything?

Did only I consider every moment we had together the most exquisite seconds in life…?

These questions rest in oblivion,

And the only rest I have is the rest I feel when I know I still love you,

When I know I am still in love with you.

It was the only rest I ever felt, in that way.

It was the only you I ever knew.

And this memory is not a memory.

We lived those moments in eternity…

And I am waiting for the stars to realign for you-and-me…

Because I am still in love,

And will always be.

Lionheart

You might not want to look at me

In the way that stole my heart,

But he does.

And he intends to steal my heart back,

To place it back in my chest

So I can live and love again.

Everlastingly Broken Free

You can put me on your list
Of women who still want you;

You can put me on your list
Of women you have broken;

You can put me on your list
Of those whose hearts you rule;

But I am still smiling
And I am still me
And I am still loving,
And I still love you
And I still break all the rules
And I walk into the night
With my self-made standards,
Still bright
Still brave
Still free

The Awakening Foretold

One day, my dear, we will see each other again

And our eyes will lock again

And we will see each other again

And I wonder if I’ll cry

Or if my eyes will well with uncried tears

If I’ll ask you with words

If I’ll ask with my heart

As I see your soul’s suffering mirroring mine:

“May I cry now?

Have I permission yet?”

I wonder if we’ll cry together,

If we’ll speak no words

If your heart and lonely pain

Will allow you to cross the room

To ignore the world’s wondering

To lose yourself in my embrace.

A gem…

My dear…

Your gem…

Is buried sometimes,

Is revealed sometimes,

Is no less valuable when you find it easily,

Is sometimes more valuable and rare when plucked with no effort

Thor’s hammer held by one with just heart,

Arthur’s sword unsheathed by a just hand,

Makes no less honorable the man who can hold so easily.

That I give myself to you, my dear,

Does neither devalue you, nor me.

One day, you will wake up, my dear.

One day, you will know how much I care.

One day, you will wake from your dreaming alone;

One day, you will find yourself without me.

I wonder:

Will it come as a shock?

Will you gasp and start,

The weight of years gone by hitting you

As that rod jammed into me?

Will you feel the pain as I did,

Will you waver breathlessly just the same,

Knowing suddenly what you did to me, to us,

What time lost in years between?

And when you wake…

Let it be with me.

Let me take your hand and release, rebuild with me…

I will be your mistress

Your wife

Your everything…

My love

My darling

My soul mate

My divine torturer

My sacred lover

My life

My everything.

When Angels Love Devils

Somewhere in me, I’m crying over you.

Your hardened heart and devilish mind say I am not supposed to,

And still, the tears well in my eyes
Because I love you
Because I know you do
Because you do not want to.

Song for a Sultan

So,

You think that it is ended,
That it is all my fault.

I can bear the weight of our responsibilities,
I can bear the weight of the pain of our unborn affair,
Trapped within my belly like this wound that now ails me.

I can absorb it,
Heal these wounds in me
Because I still love.

I walk around our city,
Streets from where we met and fell in love –
Whether you choose to acknowledge the truth of that or not –

And I still fall in love –
But not with you –
With city streets and the dim grey light of an autumn day

Upon tall brick walls holding in the greenery, the ancient stones of the dead;
With the tall spires of obelisks and mirrored skyscrapers miles beyond;
With the kindness of strangers who, in an innocence you covet, connect.

I can fall in love with everything,
Remaining lovely through waves of quiet grief that spill my loss…
Yet you, in handsome suit and cuff links,

Cannot admit the truth of yours,
Cannot admit the truth of ours,
Cannot admit the truth of us;

Your face, your eyes darkened in unclaimed grief;
Your lips snarled in bitter, unspoken and mis-directed self-reproach;
Your fingers curled in hated agony that I yet see…

Can you not?
Will you deny what is so obvious to me?
Will you continue to believe your mass of Sultan’s Men and Girls

Who bow so eagerly before their master,
And call them “friend” who abets your lies?
I am the child who is too innocent to lie;

I am the child who cares not for your throne;
I am the child who points, incredulous, and cries:
“The man wears nothing but skin upon his bones!”

Will you banish me from your sight, ashamed to admit
That you were not even duped, but did cowardly concede
To ideas sold at the price of life and love and dreams;

Will you ask me to pluck my own eyes out so I may never see?
The pain I bear of My Love’s distance,
Of unjust banishment hanging upon his brow

And he pays, though I would not have it,
With his beauty even, with his consciousness,
And calls it “progress,” thereby forsakes his very name.

Woe does not become you, my dear; you wear it poorly.
For me, it is a veil I must occasionally wear.
I fear it not: I love too well beneath;

It guards love, beauty and my life
As your ways, you – and others – would try as well to do
Yet fail, so terribly, and miserably too.

You do not look. You will not see:
Not me; not yourself, your friends, anything.
You will not love, and cannot, thus, connect with reality.

Be true, my love.
Rest, breathe, connect.
Become yourself, and swim back to me.

I have not left your lands,
Have not left you,
Have not left me;

Connect with me, not after another year,
But now, and soon,
Before your guilt catches and strangles your given name.

You have not wronged me, my love.
Your lies do not wrestle me.
I only miss you, as I’ve always said,

And your heart knows you love me.
Why else the greyed face?
Why else the sunken cheeks and blackened eyes?

Live, my love.
Forgive yourself; let go of me.
See, then, if we are drawn still –

As we still are, through our own friends and chance acquaintances;
As we still are, through our respective lives;
As we still are, through promises once made

From your heart and soul to mine
From my heart and soul to yours
When we were He and She, in flesh, for some few days.