unfulfilled love - unrequited love - love relinquished - life unlived...

we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real - come along with me - we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories of love around the campfire - come along -

poetry from the heart...


POETRY FROM THE HEART - my own words dedicated to all the words left unspoken, the acts left undone - the love unlived unfulfilled -

i dance with you...only in dreams...

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Saturday, October 31, 2009

they saw...



they saw confinement
i felt contentment
they saw withdrawal
i was within
they saw slavery
i became free
they saw what they saw
i stayed 
me

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

the one...




























their hearts pumped the same pulse
their souls sang the same song
their feet danced to the same beat
they were
as
one

Monday, October 26, 2009

she stood...



she stood innocently before him
not done lightly nor on a whim

barring her temple of earthly flesh
nor done for him to be enmeshed

exposing wide the way to her soul
done for his doubting to console

but his heart could not see
blinded was he by life’s old debris


NEVERMORE...



i can no longer
gaze into the spiraling chasms of your eyes
nor tread my way into the spirit caves that are your face
i can no longer
travel the stone cold corridors of your heart
nor can i  saunter again the 
secluded passages of your soul
for once i enter
the deep cimmerian catacomb that is you
i am lost
lost
to
all
but
you

Sunday, October 25, 2009

she, now, like him...



he was but a ghost now -
a spirit - without color without life -
a revenant returning now and then
to that misty chamber in her heart
to remind her that she, too,
had once been alive -
had once been
more than a mere apparition
without color without life
without love -
but that, with his absence,
she, now, like him,
was but a ghost...

Friday, October 23, 2009

the leaves of love...



your words to me
slip ever slowly
into my heart deep
like the leaves
gently shimmering off
their majestic trees
from above
piling 

crumbling 
defining
life’s new love

the dance of the gourds...



tease me with the fire
of your hard crimson gourds
 taunt my spirit with the song
of your long glistening flute
 tempt my soul with the dance
of your loving heart
then take me
home

Thursday, October 22, 2009

fly me...


spread your wings
unfold and open wide
fly me o’er that great divide
to the place where angels sing

spread your wings
do not thy spirit hide
fly me where the gods reside
to the place where passion clings

spread your wings
let my soul with thee abide
fly me to that crimson tide
to the place where love’s supreme

her world...


her days are empty
without him
her nights no longer
have meaning

~ she sits ~

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Monday, October 19, 2009

the crimson tide...



she
looked
into
his
eyes
and
was
forever
lost
circling
spiraling
whorling
deeper
and
deeper
into
the 
crimson
tide
that
was
him

Sunday, October 18, 2009

the thought of you...



and 
i am cast 
into
crimson ripples 
of 
scorching
abandon

Saturday, October 17, 2009

the ice maiden...



shimmering


shining


seeking


finding


scratched


from


the 


frigid


crevasse


of 

love's
deepest 
cave

Friday, October 9, 2009

the tsunami...



your love
stormed upon me
like a raging tsunami
in the deepest darkness
ripping roaring running

unprepared was i
no defenses
no shelter from the storm
no safety
twisting tearing twirling

nothing
nothing to spare me
torrent engulfed
licking me under
swirling sucking swallowing

drowning
in its
wake

at
last

Thursday, October 8, 2009

the garden...







once upon
a moonless night
into my garden
you did slip
softly
seeking
searching


petals open
at your sight
lacy edges
of my lips
waiting
wishing
wanting

more

Monday, October 5, 2009

oui...


    il est avec moi

echoes...










echoes
of
your
touch
seep
into
the
darkest
deepest
recesses
of 
my
being

the life of love...



would the stabbing wound of this dark dagger tear my breast any less than the acerbic tone of their whispers the cutting edge of their furtive glances their scathing vituperative railing toward you for your love of me - would my flesh pour forth less of my life were the tearing apart of skin truly at the hand of this sharpened steel than upon my saying goodbye to you - would my heart beat less once ripped apart with razor cuts than with the loss of you in my life - could i live knowing that your loving me my loving  you brought even a moment's  discord to  your own life - then, bring me death, let me leave you now and forever i beseech you, for i cannot bear a life without you any more than i can bear a life without my beating heart because you are my beating heart, my life - my love

the thought of you...






the thought of you
possesses and caresses my heart
how could it be that we had to part
leaving us both broken and blue

the thought of you
torments and tortures my soul
how could it be that time took its toll
making its way long overdue
 

the thought of you
teases and taunts to my core
how could it be we had to say no more
leaving forever shut love's sweet door