Muse
I reach for the invisible silence
My hand has now become a fist
The need to stab your cave
Is a rage of thunderous greed
Open yourself for my impulses
Undress your prudish vanity
I am the soldier who widens your path
Listening to the agony of your sheath
Push me away draw me near
Unlash your firmness without reservation
The stallion is not blind
The singing is heard clear
In the meadows of your mind
It gratifies the lost imaginary calls
With rumblings of delight
Hold my weapon tight in your bosom
Watch it release the flow of my liquids
You harden the limbs of your softness
The joy takes your breath away
Sorry
When I cast doubt upon your love for me
When promises are not fulfilled
When I say I will and I don't
When you cry and I fail to wipe your tears
When I scream in anger
When I become a recluse
When your words are not heard
When it thunders in your heart
When walls separate our thoughts
When your nights are dark and lonely
When you need me and I'm not there
When birds stop singing
When the rivers run dry
When I hold you unattached
When I kiss with emptiness
When my soul is tormented
When you speak in silence
When you fade into the sunset
When you say goodbye
NEW Jump
I have drunk your sweet passion water
Fought the dragons within me
Altered my angst that contrived my being
For the conquest of your moral nature
Now you ask me to look down at the rushing rapids
Souse my life deep
Swathe the wounds of my heart
For the uncertainity of belief
Easy it would be to walk away
And darken the moments of joy
Sweep the burdens of love to dust
Only I am weak in pain of emptiness
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Naked Fool
Blood is on the pallets of my fingers
I words were found but lost
The exercise appeared reason at times
And yet a fulfillment glazed my sight
Who are the fools awakened
Is their love a pretense of guided egos
Is the naked truth a desire
Longing to embrace as one
Souls are hungry for passion
Need is the beast of pleasure
While the touch can hurt if it is lost
We hold on tightly to love
Sadness
Sadness dances on the cold grey frozen
streets
The wind screams its ugly songs of sorrow
Piercing the lonely heart with icy daggers
Eyes blurred with tender but lost affection
The atoll invites my hunger for warmth
Not for the shaking minstrel of my bones
But for the conscience of my weakness
I need her to smother me with her attar
Secure my faded unwanting inveighs
Where is the strength of my frail soul
Plunging at the blindness of currents astray
I kindle at the very thought of her
Kissing my tired sins that God has forgiven
She rides the mighty unicorn uncensored
Freedom touches her immortal pleasures
Wistful seeking the hills of endless paths
Melting the low spirits of lost deniers
Dry These Tears
Green is the room my eyes see
Blue is the sigh on my face
The distance from you cuts my soul
My thoughts penetrate our love
To give is to cry
How do I live in this forest of emptiness
Reach out to me with hope
Dry these tears
Maybe sleep will carry me
Slumber you to my needs
Vanish the thorns I lay with
Dry these tears
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Missing
Lost are the moments of pleasure
My thirst for your love deepens
I sit in a vacuum of hopelessness
Know how my heart is missing
The walks we shared remind me
How simple life used to be
A reflection on the avenue
Your hand in mine
Lovers like the indigo
Eyes that spoke many words
Only with us understood
We left the world behind
Come touch my existence
If only in your mind
Grief will never prevail
Even in my combat
Mosaic
Fuck the imperialist that masturbates
his nostrils
Thunderous and holy is imagination unfulfilled
Curiosity draws the demons and angels alike
Wanting celebrations ala mode not blinding
They laugh pretending to understand the blur
Feeling no pain in the hollowness of their unconscious
The beginning was fragile and almost pure
Losing oneself to discovery was growth
The mother that shed tears with a breaking heart
She was young and beautiful once with aspirations
The journey awakened the youth too soon
Cars, monuments, visual stimuli, ice cream
Familiar faces soothed the lost history of my soul
Gone like a dream unwanted and yet locked deep
Santo Rocco once reminded my body with scars
Laughter and obligation the stream sparkled
The sites the sounds nestled my new hunger
Tailored tradition followed my tiny steps
Not leaping but in slow motion captured
The season flavors in disparity of the warmth he touches
Where is the Roman the Spartan the music man?
The passion that led to victories in the Kings eyes
Have they created a cross that bears weakness?
A path with dark choices of untrying rewards
Disunity was not a relative or friend but a leech
Perhaps our needs are within our identity
Between the desires and vacant innocence
My chest grows heavy struggling implications
Songs are faint in ears of tormented virtues
The block head crushing from lost morals
Never throwing smiles the run the chase the catch
Ponder look back how many times have you loved
Raising to the wind bare the body flexes breath
Give thanks promise peace eat the fruits
Was this the mosaic of life to follow?
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