I have words to say
but I don’t know how to say them
I have lyrics to write but I don’t know how to play ’em
Its all jumbled up
in my heart and my head
Its all just mayhem
These poems I’ve read
Other people’s words twisted me round
From the path I have bled
The past feels real but the future uncertain
It all just wars, sinuous thoughts that fill me with dread
But sin, it’s a burden
Fallacious but salacious
When hero’s fall
And round back to beginning
Where words fail me.
As I have so often failed them.
Poems
Love with me
Love with abandon
With passion
With panic and pain
Love with obsession
With desire
With creativity
Love with totality
With inclusiveness
With precision
Love with lust
With sensuality
With finality
Love with soul
With tenderness
With attention
Love with hope
With positivity
With sunshine
Love with darkness
With secrets
With dreams
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Wind blown snow
She echos in my place of sanctuary
Looking out the window or curled on the couch
But for this ghost, the wind blown snow serves as isolation
The elemental howling, screaming through the creaking trees
Amidst the snap and pop of the hearthfire
Sitting on the couch reading aloud
Remembering you cuddled against me
Listening with rapt attention
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Reveal yourself, so that I may
I look into your eyes, giving you my soul
I take fierce possession of your mouth with mine. Hand to the back of your neck while my other grasps your hand our fingers intertwined. I growl my desire. Every inch of my skin burns to touch yours. To revel in your pleasure, waiting for the sweet moment when you say yes. I undress you slowly. Each button, each clasp revealing more of you. I hold your eyes as I stroke and kiss every inch. I’m ready, but I go slow. I write poetry with my fingers and tongue on your skin. Tell me about your day, I need to hear you while my eyes and hand and mouth, taste and touch and drink every square centimeter of you. Of my temple. I worship. The jasmine earth of your taste, golden nectar. This and a thousand other pleasures, fills my mind.
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Poem or rant?
Love that is comfortable is a love that is too easy
It is merely comfort
Love that is real always feels a bit uneasy
It should be growing
Changing
And growth, change are always uncomfortable
Like new skin
Without that feeling
Love sits on its laurels
It stagnates
And stagnation leads to the death of love
Let love ride uneasy
Let it be uncomfortable
Let it prompt change
Let it prompt growth
Or else
Prepare yourself for its loss
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Grain of sand like stars
been flushed away
left this barren dream
cold reality of moments stolen
dwindle and fade
reality bleeds the freedom away
lays broken on the wheel
the fool who refuses to walk away
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Finite infinite
Afraid to speak, afraid to not speak
Just a step away from joy
Just a step away from despair
Existing halfway between heaven and hell
Reaching out to truth
Stretching to the infinite
But infinity is not you
And you
Are all that I want
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Every moment of every day
desire for you consumes,
a flame bitter and cold,
need raging across nerve endings,
need for your touch, your voice, your words,
crawl to me,
rest your head on my thigh,
taste your mouth,
teasing your body,
looking into your eyes, kindling flame,
in pleasures ragged and painful, hold you to me,
my hands and tongue exploring every inch,
knowing and needing,
your soft whimpers,
the feel of your body around mine,
tight with desire,
scream startling neighbors,
make you mine,
again and again until we dissolve in pools of sweat,
never stop making love to you, even when our bodies fail us,
whisper my desires, future plans,
taut with greed for you,
all that you are,
there is nothing of you I do not worship,
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Down the well
Dreams are failing, faltering, falling away
They’re all leaving, finding new dreams and leaving me behind. I’m the starter friend, the starter lover, the too small house remembered but alone. If hope abandons me as well, perhaps it’s time to go.
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I’ve been looking for wanting
And finding not having
Until needing gave way to reading
Then finding became looking
And looking became thinking
Then thinking became flirting
And flirting became you
What I was looking for was replaced by who you are
Because who you are is what I want but can’t have
Not completely
Though in places it could be argued I get all of you
But I’m always waiting
Always wanting
Spinning fantasies, hoping they spin you round
All my yearning
All my needing is replaced by the thought of you in my arms
I only contemplate the futures with you in them
In whatever form that you allow that to take
Because having searched for so long
There is no destination without you
Pelgris 