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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Sunday, May 30, 2010

where few may go...

 
do not think me
oh so sad
do not believe it
was all bad

no - do not think it so
for i have been where few may go
i have touched the pure white snow
i have seen the mountain’s glow
do not think me satan-sent
do not believe that i repent
no - do not think it true
for i have been where cupids flew
i have touched love’s golden gates
i have felt the hands of eros quake
where love’s grace did on me bestow
like luscious absinthe spread below
for i have been loved true
and
now
i live anew

Friday, May 28, 2010

the theft...





















the more
she tried
to remember
to surrender
to the mist
of her faded memory
the more embattled her soul
as if some stranger
some trespasser
a foreign interloper
had quietly
and stealthily sneaked
into the deepest 
recesses of her self
and plucked and plundered
till
there
was
no more
remaining

Thursday, May 27, 2010

i love you...



















she would say the words aloud
wrapping each in a mystical shroud
letting the syllables linger on her lips
tasting their softness like a lunar eclipse
she wondered of the spell they seemed to cast
the likes of which were unsurpassed

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

the touch...


like a burning ember
his touch
on my bare flesh

Monday, May 24, 2010

the murder of love...


and so
this is
how it came about
the death of the innocents
death
death at the hands of others

murder
murder by the acts of others

others
in whom they believed
others whom they loved
and trusted
the life stolen from them
all their love
snatched from them
their dreams and hopes
their lives
as they knew them
their love
their trust
stripped
ripped
ruthlessly
from them
from the
innocents
and
there lay
their exposed souls
loveless
lifeless
wrapped
concealed
to be done
away with
rolled up
in the
rug of
wrongdoing
to be
tossed away
like yesterday’s
garbage
and he,
now taking
the lives of those
he proclaimed
to love more than
his own life
wrapping their
empty skeletons like
duct-taped disposable bags
to be tossed into
the dumping grounds
of his own
sinful acts
of
infidelity
as he
committed
the
murder
of
love

Saturday, May 22, 2010

come in...


come in from the darkest dark
feel the light from my own heart

come in from the bitter cold
with my love i will you hold

come in from the barren wild
and let all others be reviled

come in
to
me

Thursday, May 20, 2010

je ne sais quois


















you move me
in ways indescribable
ways intangible

from sterile streets
desolate concrete
you move me

into uncharted seas 
unknown degrees
you move me

through
storm tossed nights
angels in flight
you move me

into the light
stars ignite
you move me

from the lost quadrants
of my barren heart
you move me

to the fertile nile
river run wild
you move me

in ways indescribable
ways intangible
you move me

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

the wanderer...
























if i wandered into your dreams
slipped right through the crystalline seams 

would you come to me lay with me
down on the shore of the mystic sea 

would you cling to me sing to me
fly me ‘til we're free 

would you whisper in my ear
keep me with you near 

only love awaits at my crimson gates 
let’s come together and seal our fate 

when i wander into your dreams
just slide inside my waiting wings

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

he comes...

















he
comes

he wakes in her
the primal beast
upon whose heart
his needs must feast 


he sings to her
in ancient rhyme
his love for her
throughout all time 

he lives in her 
aphrodite’s dream
 and when they love
the night bears their scream

he comes to her
in primordial lust
she comes to him
because she must

he wakes
he sings
he lives
 

her

he
comes


to
her

Sunday, May 16, 2010

i lay alone...
































i lay alone tonight
wrapped only in moonbeams
and sweet golden dreams

of you

Friday, May 14, 2010

you touch me...














you touch in me
so many places
long forgot

places lost
in the raging
waters of
discontent

you see in me
all those things
pushed aside
by the torrents
of time
gone by
you hear in me
the words
left unsaid
the songs
unsung

the chorus of
salvation

you feel in me
the truth
i bear
the love

i have
to share
all the love
yet to give
all the love
left unlived
you taste in me
the bittersweet
crumbs of
lost loves
but most of all
you taste in me
the sweet
stirring juice

of love
found
anew

with

you

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

sweet relief...


somethin’s comin' over me
smotherin’ my soul
don’t know what it can be

like a big wooley blanket
on a hot summer night
it lays on me and hugs me tight

holdin’ me down
pullin’ me under
think I’m gonna drown

like a river of steam
on a sunshiny day
rainin’ its heat as i pray

try to be good
whatever you sow so shall you reap
and sweet relief don’t come cheap
               
somethin’s come over me
stainin’ my spirit
and i know what it be

Sunday, May 9, 2010

the vault...


the sealed vault
my life has become 
dark chambers
filled with life unlived
love unfulfilled
savage
screams
from
yesterdays
dreams

HAPPY HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY....


i wish you
peace and love
and more
LOVE

Friday, May 7, 2010

lost...

 the heat of the dance
the fire in his glance
lost in love's own trance

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

come on home....


come on home

no more to part
let your heart
glide
collide
into mine

one more time

come on home

Sunday, May 2, 2010

it came gradually...


he sits
in a room
void of life
his back to the open windows
virgin white sheers blow
the particles of his shattered life
blue walls wrapping
his slumped skeleton in the rigid chair
still he sits
staring at the cold hard floor
his lonely arms limp in his lap
he sits
and stares
but his eyes
are met with nothing
but emptiness
nothing on either side
of them
everything blank
and
he wonders
where it all went
those things that
are no more
that have ceased to exist
that have disappeared
from his sight
his hearing
his touch
his lips
from his very life
where are they now
her eyes
her lips
the sound of her
the feel of her
her love
her life
their life
and now
his own life
where are they now
without
her
and so
he sits
in a life
void

of all
   *
for her
it had come upon her gradually
her vision was the first to go
the first to no longer behold
the image of him
as though he had been seized
held captive by the shadow world
her eyes no longer
to hold him
caress him
and then
it had come upon her mouth
her lips lost their succulent pout
drained of their fullness
their very life
lips that had once
tasted his sweet spirit
lips that knew
the secrets of his soul
her lips no longer
to taste him
and then
it had come upon her hearing
the loss of sound
sounds now in whispers
whispers stretched from afar
from yesterday
now straining struggling
to reach the shores
of her own soul
the soul she once had shared
with him

sounds now silent
and then
it had come gradually
upon her touch
fingers that once had
harbored his heart
that once cradled his soul
embraced his love
fingers whose unique prints
now were etched from his life
with the acid of time
touch no longer touching
next came the loss of smell
his body’s bouquet
his sweet smellin’ spirit
that once had lit the way
out of her own darkness
the fragrance of his love
now cast into a thousand
wisps of windblown time
and with the loss of these
these filaments of her
there remained only
her mind
and
her heart

her mind now splintered
into fragments
it too began to disintegrate
to dissolve
into tarnished memories
memories tainted by
that demon time
and so there now remained
only her heart
the heart that once
beat only to the rhythm of him
fading now into that forest
of forbidden love
the heart that once had beat
to the drums of ancient mariners
upon the shores of antiquity
HER heart
her heart whose life flow
was conjoined with his
her heart that beat
as one with his
now
without him
slowed to shallow pulses
flickering dimly in the night
of her sorrow
her heart that now
without him
broken and shattered
as it was
was destined
to go as well
to go
gradually
suffering the same fate as
all the other parts of her
disappearing into the dank void
of what had been
and so it was that
it came upon her gradually
upon herself
her SELF
was the last to go
to go gradually
no longer distinguishable
from the ruined remains
now littering the floor
of the blank 

blue walls
that had
become
her
life

and
so 
it is