The Island
The stench of cultural rhythm syncopates
Signs offering diversional channels
Streets that steal from sightless elegance
I stand surrounded by giants of stone
In wonder I swallow the energy
Like my first erection
Hidden in the ruins of San Bruno
With young Italian boys in a circle
Innocuously finding enjoyment
They wait for me to start
Thieves gather like disciples from hell
With arrogant charm and smiles of gold
The pulse was constant I remember
Smell the roasting chestnuts aah
Cold is the gray season
The Island swears it tells the truth
It holds you uncommitted
The commanders are Trumps
Mighty as the penis they lack
A run for nine years is making green
Sing a song dance a dance
Never never sleep
The zoo I visit is Bleeker once again
Still is not a choice we move we run
I love the Island it understands me
Victory
I am woven into your being
Intimate without touch
Fostering the hunger of our love
Deceiving the trials of burden
I dig into the clay of misery
Without pain I shrill in silence
Hear me I beg of you
Must I impose my weeping eyes
On your heedless soul
Have we become flaneurs in deserts
Kissing mirages of empty feelings
Sail with me once again
The waters kneel to our destinies
Yesterday has buried the lost trust
The thoral of stone crumbles
I shall not hide my weakness
I conceal only my darkness
With forgiveness of desire
Lay on my soften heart
The bounds of my sordid ways have faded
Enter me with oneness in victory
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Yes it's the ageless Dick Clark. Back
in the seventies Dick heard of a young upcoming band named Abraham's
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One Via San Gerome
High above the cobblestone road
I grasp the rust of my youth
Screaming out to the Aunt that so loves me
Across the buildings hidden by clouds
She has heard my voice
And responds with words of comfort
The wagon is pulled by the old mule
Carrying olives breads and cheeses
The old woman looks up
Smiling with an empty mouth
She sometimes frightens me
I run and hide inside waiting for her to leave
There is talk of America
A ship that covers the ocean
My sister clutches her doll
The squeeky wooden floors are rough
The beauty of my mother I stare
Warm are her eyes
My clothes she fashions by the fireplace
I drink the milk from my tin cup
Trees thousands of feet tall reach the sky
The warm food we carry is for the hungry man
My father my friend my mothers lover
His handsome rugged stature she notices
I am his boy
My guitar has four strings
A gift from far away
In his army uniform he traveled
Bringing me joy with my plastic toy
I'm reminded with his love
Domina
I hear the mystic song in her eyes through
silent rumors
The domina is shamed vanquished by utter vacancy
And yet desired by those that spill her ideals like scrap
Diminishing her yearning blinding the pathway
He has honor and speaks to her of poetic dreams and kindness
With vision of security and humble nobility caressingly
Her skin he tastes like the violets so sweet
Resting his lips on the pinkness of her intimate hills
His hands the remedy of vigor yet a gentle glide of motion
He stares at the emptiness of his effigy mould
Knowing she saves his vulnerability from uncensored pain
Lavishing her tenderness with purity without measure
She longs not for diamonds rubies or castles
But moments of strength giving all unconcerned by remorse
Her heart weakens from his distant obligations
Like the lonely mountains that cry with echoes despaired
Unpainted shutters hide the world that flings misfortunes
With misunderstood anger and senseless greed unloved
Tears dance on the satin spread his gift from China
Tomorrow is the day to dress in celebration
NEW He
Sleeps
Cry not sweet Angel cry not
You have given all to the dying soul
Lay down the weight of your body
Rest the weakness of your heavy heart
The birds are silent in mourning
They will sing upon your ears in time
In deep quietude resound the moments
Walk the gentleness of His sacred path
He sees and feels your pain as one
Torture not alone seek and revive life
The bitterness will tire in tongues of flame
The children will grow with hope and poetry
They will not mystify in sadness of loss
But glorify the tapestry of their father
Smile with thoughts of his goodness
He sleeps in the Heaven and the minds
Never to be darkened always to be cherished
For my friend John Lang
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I Die With The Storm
Sad was the water that danced on my body
Like tears of sorrow lost in the mist
She has vanished to vapor
Never to return
Taking my love that so burns
She will awaken on that day
Her pleasures alone
I'm only speechless within my own paradox of thought
God I want you badly
Am I a fool to make you such a necessity in my whole
Are these merely words of heat
How can you move me so deeply
I sleep with you in me
My walks are beside you
Just to hold you once would be revealed
My weakness you have discovered
You challenge my responsibilities
Across a universe that calls
Yet your passion is committed
I hang from your cliffs
The sins grow covering our eyes
The clashing wet releases the ropes
I die with the storm
The Weight
There is loneliness and periods of darkness
in my heart
Is it for lack of love or unfound peace
My quiet solitude reveals emptiness
I hide within to avoid a clash of realization
The giants seek to crush my dreams
The Angels remind me of my purity
I hold the flame in my shaking hand
It burns without feeling
I have been the wicked man in so many eyes
The lover who needed a moment of pleasure
I have reached my own parity
Clutching at my recklessness
My lips spill the malice of unwanted fear
I have looked up to the heavens in blank stare
Believing I would be saved
I am venerate of you though frozen
The signs have been confusing
The weight on my chest seeks freedom
I need to breath the life you have given me
I will not die suffocating in sorrow
NEW Chains
When she cries my whole world shatters
Each tear is a thorn I feel in my heart
Her sadness cuts me like a knife
My selfish words make me want to die
Never do I want to unsweeten her love for me
Only a fool is blinded by guilt unseen
Forgive if you can my actions my stupidity
Life see's only darkness without your light
Colors wilt silent the birds sing without harmony
I crawl towards your forgiveness bewildered
Stabbing my faults feeding my anguish
Have your expectations for me faded
I blame my shallow identity
Help my morals awaken anew
I walk with chains to be reminded
Nevermore to deceive your trust
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