The Calling Of Our Voices
When I write to you it is like a never
ending orgasm
A spring day filled with blossoms of love
My search is infinite for your approval
My need a pulse of desire
The world only sees the writings
We touch and hold them near
If I expose you
It is the likeness of our souls
The calling of our voices
Give me your sensitive warmth
Lay it upon my heart
I have fought to stay away
I return without denial
Only to seek reasons for my presence
Discipline my covet
Brail my broken bones
Expel the venom that has drugged me
I fear loneliness like the abandoned child
Hold me if you love me as you say
You are the power much greater
I ask nothing more forever
The Sun Smiles
Soft spoken words linger in my head
Your touch walks the veins of my body
The visions are powerful
Full of vibrant landscapes
Time has gifted our love
With strength and hope
I run towards the energy that calls
Swiftly not to miss a moment
Hidden are the spirits of our wants
Dancing in hearts unseen
I choke without your music
Paralysed in tightened restrain
My freedom is within your soul
I feign not I have tried
To push you aside without memory
You blanket my unity
The sun smiles with soothing rays
Into my flesh the warmth awakens
Your presence I swallow to live
Delicate Flower NEW
She is a delicate flower
Flawless in beauty and color
Soft whispering musical wind
Confesses her love and sins
Gentle touches of vibrant realism
Wayfaring the body she desires
Giving from her inner self freely
Warm she comforts me from the cold
Holding the stems of my desires
She reminds me to be secure
We are confluent in spirit and body
Flying above the endless universe
I am madden when eyes undress her
Drawing my weapons ready to slay the felon
In the beauty of her silence I awaken
Grasping the breath of a soulful life
I abide in her serene soft arms
Never to feel unwanted or lost
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My words will not be confusing
I will let my heart speak for itself
Your touch from a distance has announced your love
I hold it close and cherish it in all its glory
If I cry I cry with joy
Yes we are strangers from our bodies
In time we will unite two desires as one
With all that we will give to each other
You have opened your very being to me
To hold you would be my gift
Never will your loneliness go unnoticed
I will be your blanket your knight
Forever feed me your thoughts
Whether they are gray or filled with sunshine
Enter into me and find your safe place
I will be your room and space from the world
Your clown I will be to make you laugh
The lover of your imagination
My music is yours for the asking
How much more can I love you
You Are
Where would I be without your love
In a cave dark and cold
Who would tell me all I long to hear
When the silence gets to loud
Who would I hold if not you
Why would I need to be
When would the sun shine in my heart
If storms command my days
My thoughts are clear
Even when you are not in my vision
You are my breath
You are my needs
Her Heart NEW
Cry not of sullen anguish
The weight is your guiding strength
Flirt with the crowded wisdom that races time
We wet our virgin lips in disbelief
He watches cares understands
Never be veiled by moments of sadness
Atlas yourself and walk freely in meadows
Embrace the gift fear not invisible fear
Words they comfort surrounding space
Anger without tenderness pales the soul
God am I to reach into your conscious love
Do I deafen upon your silent calling
Unwrap the darkness decide for me
I run not from these words that tire
Rather I kneel in the softness of your presence
Near the still waters I breathe what was lost
The veloce spirit never to rest her reflections
Her heart the endless well of humanity
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My World
Crossroads are endless in view
There are no rights or wrongs
My visions are clusters of imagination
They comfort me they strangle me
Feeling sorrow is obtuse
Counting stars is forever
I have given my heart without question
Knowing it will be crushed by unwanted love
I call myself the artist the melody maker
I call myself a fool impalpable
Throwing the maniac to the wind
Feeling the subtle return
It is easy to enclose my reasoning
I alone swagger my vanity
My jealous bones never mend
I want the world believing it wants me
The eyes of my body are deceiving
Watching time find its journey
Spirits visit my loneliness
Wanting to seduce my attention
Riding the train through hollow ageless caves
Touching the writings on the wall
My world is visible only to me
The Punchinelo
The parade of saints slushed through the
wet streets
Women in black mutter prayers counting their beads
Warm sighs reveal the decay of age
The constant hum trips with the dissident voices
They celebrate the birth the death the day
Dark clouds fill the skies of the village
The observers drink espresso from colorful cafes
The less they believe without shame
I stand waist high to my father
Trying to understand the swords in her chest
Filled with money and sorrow on her face
Why does the punchinelo dance in circles of joy
I hide my eyes to avoid his annoying stares
He frolics with a frozen smile on the holy steps
Collecting souls in baskets made of cane
The bells from the church ring loud with echo
Hiding his face the monk stands still
They march by the river that flows so clear
The crowd follows in herds and fear
Iron gates that lead to ancient graves
Open and welcome the ritual display
I stand alone not to enter the grounds
Watching the punchinelo he calls to me
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