The Poet
The Key You walked with secrecy surrounding you
while holding the key to my wall.
Reaching forward, you tried the key, but
the sealed door would not open.
Crow awaits the outcome of wishes, of
dreams, of promises made by lips still
moist from the last lie.
The black beauty is more wise than I.
You smile and speak tomes while going
through the motions of bonding one soul to
another and one heart to that empty place inside you.
Crow flaps his mighty wings, the thumping
parallels the beating of my heart as it waits
for the magick.
Crown casts me a look of wisdom.
The sun is quiet as it rises
in the amber Eastern sky.
Crow remains at my side while
telling me to open my own door.
I push gently and the creaking hinges
groan as the door swings open.
Crow urges me to walk through the
now cleared threshold.
You stand there with hair blowing
in morn's first breeze as the key falls
from your clenched fingers
and settles in the dust at your feet.
Dawn's dense mist is sliced by razor
sharp rays as the sun shines warmly upon
my upturned face for the first time.
Crow guides me forward as the wall begins to
crumble, bit by bit, stone by stone,
thundering behind me like the past it is.
With joy, overwhelming joy, I embrace
this new day spilling forth like sparkling
water while Crow watches with knowing eyes.
As I bend to retrieve the key, you
reach out to touch me.
Then, standing face to face, I realize
that what you offered was not enough to sustain me.
The wall is gone, as are you, both
vanishing in dust and destruction.
I lived it all, fully and completely,
while regaining my power.
The key had no real importance,
yet you held it for some reason
known only to the Universe.
I walk away, dropping the brass shape
and never looking back.
BACK
"Sweet gentle soul, when did you enter my life?
Were there too many dragons to slay that
Kept my attention so concentrated on other things?
Did I hear your call and simply dismiss it
As the sound of some long ago love?
How could I have been so blind and unaware?
Gifts from the heart are not easily accepted,
But you gave with such joy and compassion.
Your touch was light and tender which
Calmed my fears and fueled the hunger.
And you gave with no attached strings, it was
Just open, honest, true, real, and
Sent to me in dreams as well as in real time.
You were my gift, a precious jewel to be treasured.
Unconditional love, acceptance of who
We really were, where we were headed together,
And what we were feeling.
I am blessed -- this moment, this lifetime,
This incarnation -- for I have
Been shown the brilliant hues of caring.
With this, my soul has a new direction."...but you didn't.
In memory of a lesson learned.
Come to me with open heart
Unencumbered by other's rubbish
And available for the long haul.
I will not accept half, a portion,
Part, or a reserved corner as such
Is not my desire nor is it
To my liking.
No time constraints, no deals on tomorrow.
Today, now, this moment and for
All time after are the only options.
Rigid? Inflexible? Perhaps, but
These are necessary ingredients to brew a
Superior and satisfying tea for the soul.
Should you not concur with such
Desires or wish to alter the path,
Then our forever has vanished
Like the dream it was.
Summer Slumber Water's edge the dragon waits --
scales held close to copper skin --
anticipating a careless visitor.Soon, dragon eyes -- heavy lidded --
a sign of endless vigilance.Breathing quiets, heartbeat slows,
eyelids close as morpheus controls.Unheard rustle of leaves --
weapons drawn -- the
dragon dies an ignoble death.
BACK
Trash or Treasure Watching, rain shifts thoughts
to old rememberings
as quiet times retrieve deep,
treasured feelings.
Days of sunshine recalled
in pleasurable haze
fall on eyes moist with
long encased tears never shed.
Tumbling back when warm breath
caressed skin, chilling yet
molten in its passage.
Rememberings...
a torn soul bleeding from within.BACK
Truth or Consequences I lied.
An innocent act of salvation
delivered without malice
Expected reaction
received with relief
Too often truth is
wielded saber-like
Such was not my error
Years later the lie
resurfaced bringing
tremendous anguish
My lie, my innocent untruth,
revealed the folly of deceiving myself
BACK
Boy I have shown you the path, the
direction to your goal.
Treasured and held close are those
things that without me you
would have never known.
Journeys change, and now is the
moment for you to fly.
I grieve this time even knowing
it was to manifest.
As you soar higher and higher,
I shall never forget.
Someday, in a far away time and place,
our paths will rejoin and I can,
once more, bask in the wonder of you.
BACK
Lead me to that stillness and
safety of the time beyond.
Hold my hand and walk slowly
so I may feel each step.
I shall not walk behind but
at your side as an equal.
To breathe the wondrous air
borne in freedom of the soul
is exhilarating and necessary
to successful future walks.
And when the road calls you
to return, I shall let you go to
walk your own path while hoping
you remember me and smile.
BACK
For Slipper From the window the world looks
clear, bright, and welcoming.
Critters feed while nature shows
its clear superiority.
To know that I am a part
of this perfection - even in
a minute way - fills me,
fuels me, and nourishes my being.
Thank you Universe for sharing
these bright seconds and
allowing me the pleasure of your company.
BACK
Boy in Black I used to watch him with that
shy shamefaced nervousness
that always plagues high school girls.He wore his leather well and
he lived his uniform.
He was the cool dancer,
the great kisser, and the one with pain.Years flash back as this adult now
puts pen to paper and reminisces upon
those olden days while looking deeper
into what drove him.Movies speed through my mind --
an actor in black playing all the parts
so well, yet hurting inside as he wooed the ladies.Now pondering his life, I remember that one
great love who controlled his every thought, decision,
action, and changed his life forever.Nobody knew the pain he carried;
He covered it well by being macho.
But deep inside, love lived and died
and few ever knew the truth.He, too, is now an adult and still
handsome, with the black hair, the stance,
the leather - all remaining as the persona.Yet his eyes tell the real story.
He has lived, loved, worked and
strived for a good life.But on a still, azure evening when the moon
glows full and stars light the sky in
brilliant glory, he reflects
and old tears sting his eyes.For my buddy, beast, with sincere caring
BACK
Thank you for the enormous favor.
Never thought you'd hear that, did you?
Well, it's one I owe you, one of many
though this is the most palatable.I, Me, Mine. What a truly
wonderful premise on which to travel
life's path and to run roughshod
over any in your way.By using pretend kindness and
a soft, gentle, verbal touch
one can break and corral even the
wildest of the wild.Broken? Not quite. Tamed?. Never happen.
Humbled? A laugh to be sure.
The only thing that was given was what
wasn't important enough to take.So thank you for my pride, my power,
my sense of self...never shall I
forget what I was left with when
I thought all was lost.Thank you. May love, light, and
happiness travel with you on your
quest as you gather together
the strays and the needy.
BACK Wizard of Odds Can you be who and what you
believe yourself to be?Seriously? Are you the master of all who
come to listen?Or...perhaps...just a tin god
with feet of clay?
BACK Fire Flight Times passes, memories dim --
sad when memory is the joy you embrace.
"Make new memories" they say while
trying to be helpful; yet you
reject these suggestions.
How can they know that those magick
moments living within sustain you?
The past is just that -- gone -- but
memories are held as precious jewels
filling the empty place.
A touch still felt, a kiss still tasted,
a dream still held -- are those
to be tossed aside?
On a clear night, firelit, I shall
release bits of my soul to the Universe.
And, I shall pray these parts of me
are taken by the wind to a gentle place.BACK See Ya Wanting, needing, going through the rituals
while never considering the
consequence of actions.Some are off limits; some ask for
unavailable emotion , others
hunger while fueled by control.The trail of survivors is varied. Lame and crippled, yet similar
in their stupidity.BACK Optical Delusion
(Cleopatra's Warning)I should have been more wise
overflowing with wisdom
borne on maturity's wings.Error made. You should have been more kind
filled with compassion
gleaned from experience.Errors repeated. We should have been lovers
in another time and place --
complete with a basket of asps.Error again. Should...no good...
no snakes to make it right.
BACK Freud Annoyed Change yourself, and I shall love you.
Agree with me,and I'm yours forever.
Acquiesce, and you are wanted.
ROBOTIZED by love promises.I want your body not your soul.
I need your care not your caring.
Your views are silly, mine important.
ROBOTIZED by need.Don't ask questions. Don't disagree.
Know your place and stay there.
I demand. I require. I desire.
You are only a machine.Repair necessary -- circuits shorting
Not following programmed instructions
Unwanted equipment -- updated model required
Peace at last...if only as scrap.BACK Lady Dawn Candles flicker -- scented air
cascades down her back
like fresh rain.The glass, untouched, rests upon
table top blocks as she
hugs her knees.Clock ticking, night descends
soundless as always and
tender at best.Heart beats slowly as life pumps
through open veins dripping
soundlessly on blue fiber.The suns rises and gently touches
her face, the eyes now
forever sightless.
BACK Unfinished business... ...lovely refreshing rain today
after a heat wave...the rain kisses his skin as he turns his
lips upward hoping for her faceshe is there in fresh smells and
light dancing of the rainfalleach drop sustains and
nurtures and promisesand the taste remains long
after the rain subsidesalong with the hunger and the dreams both which cling to a heart
empty, but full of hope...before the flight 10 February 2000 BACK
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