Leaves & Sticks

A mystic river runs through my aching head My soul cries out loud For what is this silvery river That causes me pain, yet again... Its the sorrows of many lives lived apart Knowing we can never be together In this cosmic reality of pure love We yet could not be together I ache to hold you in my fragile arms Wanting only love Yet you bestow me with tears Stained with the blood of sorrows And hurt well lived I live with memories of your unrequited love I flow in my river of pain Of hearts that could never be one Of souls separated through destined fate I long for your smile, your eyes resting on my tears stained cheeks Yet you never come You love me, yet you say you cannot be mine I live in the depth of my swirling heart Of turbulent emotions I swim in the oceans of existence Knowing you can never be mine Yet I love you so So let me go, flying to my abode Of lonely calm Where only my soul resides And my pained heart I rest in my wilful sorrow...

A screeching bird rests on my soft pillow She sleeps a nightmare of unrest Onto which we have tortured, clamped, held her wings It is just a wallowing bird Yet we treat it so For where do the pain and hurt go Of pasts long forgotten Where can the loved ones go? If the hells that are long lost If not in a yawning chasm Remember me once more o beloved When I kiss you goodbye I wave to you in a fading twilight That gathers me in its rambunctious folds Move into a Light that envelopes you For only that Light can be seen that is of a further nature If that bird does get freed, then allow it to be a free spirit Into yonder it flies, into yonder Into a restful sleep It is a bird of metaphoric symbols Of life, lost and found so Forgive it its follies For it is now at rest In a twilight that only some can see For we have yet to accomplish the morrow Of many, many lives Of many sins, of many deeds untold Let there be no more screeching of the birds, of tempests forgotten Of sorrows that now lie...

The leaves smother the lilting moon As my wandering eye gazes upon this frothy cloud I see the imperial vision of the diamante circle Slithering softly behind the mirage of the frothy cloud My yearning heart skips a beat As I imagine Him embracing me Glistening golden beads of sweat Arise from my bosom of heated flesh                                                                                        The moon starts working its molten magic As I surrender my moist rose with a gasp Fluttering rose petals, dewy cheeks Melting kisses, whispered lov...

The delicate weft of the green.... The bird rising in the stormy tempestuous of the green glass... And at the euphoric tempestuous green glass Rambling an infinitive flowing water.... But the green, the delicate, the silky weft of the infinitive flowing water.. The delicate weft of the green glass And the bird, a rising bird...in the delicate weft In the infinitive...a bird....and a delicate green....

Why did we exist, in a world that never understood love? A planet that moved in directions that we could not decide. I cry, I cry for you because you loved me and let go of me I exist, in a void that stretches into reams of time, not knowing when it will end Beckoning to you, I move into a surrealistic cloud, whispering words heard long ago in a melody I sang, love filled paeans for you, to be unheard by many but you Whispering words of love held in floating petals of rose In a moonlit night, in a lush garden with a mystical air, I walk I walk a path softly, whispering to you to come to me and hold me In a dream that we are weaving Heavy with promise...whispering, swirling, weaving songs of sand Clutched in my bosom is a rose That wilts with my warmth A rose dyed with the ink of crying blood Which weeps for me Sweltering, in a heat that is not hell I live, whispering odes of love, hoping that you hear me Moving shafts of light pierce my vision ...

Where is the sky? That submerges me with rain when I need some solace... What are the clouds there for if not for cocooning me in my achingness? Who are we if not beings made just for love? In a world that races by, I stop and tell the passerby To sense what I feel, in painful agony It is just...it is just a living fantasy when we love... For without it, we cease to exist Walk with me my silent lover Hold my hand when I fall into depths of whirling cries Tear me apart, into shattering pieces Rush me into searing hollows, of volcanic lust Of lust that cannot be anything but.... It is love that drives me insane for you Insane and screaming in agony I awaken, rushing to meet you in my awakening fire Of flames that should not be doused for then.... Then I become a dervish of wantonness I become a mad screaming half crazed bitch Who has heat all over her, written in searing hot irons that burn Mad am I, when you plunge into me, darkness, light...

Where is the sky? That submerges me with rain when I need some solace... What are the clouds there for if not for cocooning me in my achingness? Who are we if not beings made just for love? In a world that races by, I stop and tell the passerby To sense what I feel, in painful agony It is just...it is just a living fantasy when we love... For without it, we cease to exist Walk with me my silent lover Hold my hand when I fall into depths of whirling cries Tear me apart, into shattering pieces Rush me into searing hollows, of volcanic lust Of lust that cannot be anything but.... It is love that drives me insane for you Insane and screaming in agony I awaken, rushing to meet you in my awakening fire Of flames that should not be doused for then.... Then I become a dervish of wantonness I become a mad screaming half crazed bitch Who has heat all over her, written in searing hot irons that burn Mad am I, when you plunge into me, darkness, light...