Gehenna Calls…

17 December 2012

My thoughts for you sail over ocean blue
From English shores to US islands long
Emotions running wild but deep and true
How can desire ever be so wrong?
For what I see steals sight from awe filled eyes
Yet what I long to touch instils a fear
So surely what we’ve built is built on lies
There is nowhere we can go on from here
For you are his, and you cannot be mine
No matter if we feel a love so deep
As heaven slips and truth makes me resign
I sound recall into a dreamless sleep
For we both know how this forged tale will end
Gehenna calls and I will soon descend

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White Satin Sonnet…

16 November 2011

And living in a dream with her I lie
In thought and deed bereft of all control
No toil or tiring reason could defy
A dream that steals sweet sleep but feeds the soul
White satin sheets that ripple in moonlight
Have staved a loneliness that we might know
And through our gentle ravages this night
The dam explodes and warm white rivers flow
As surging pulse and pitch softly subside
She clothes my body with her tenderness
And whispers sweetly as her fingers slide
Compelled to rise once more I acquiesce
And so again we lie as day draws near
For when sun dawns this dream will disappear

Submitted to dVerse Open Link Night 18

You are…

12 October 2011

You are the breath upon cold glass
The mist that clouds a stoic mind
You are a longing unsurpassed
An earthly rapture too unkind

You are a Queen Philosopher
A Form from which delight depends
You are my love, life’s saboteur
I want us to be more than friends

Just a Kid…

16 August 2011

I am just a kid, just playing around
Having my own fun in my own playground
The pitcher, the batter, the fielding team
All parts am I in my play scheme

In playing I simply make light of it all
For I’m everyone, young, old, short and tall
I’m everything I could possibly think
As I skate around my imaginary ice rink

For as every player in this game I play
Alone I am now and alone will I stay
I play with myself and play frequently
Why does no one want to come play with me?

Possibility…

14 August 2011

Let me dream without restriction
Smothered by ideal conviction
Thinking that you think of me
Feeling possibility

Sensing somethings in disguise
Seeing promise in your eyes
I’ll take chance if you would too
Could we usher something new?

Wondering though we are far
Are we seeing the same star?
No more musings, let’s just see
What could happen, what could be.

Come to me our time is fleeting
Can you feel my heart fast beating?
Let’s not spend our time alone
Be my Queen, come share my throne

How lovely and how sad.
I question myself nonetheless.
Why is it not so bad
To not be honest in my mess?

For I talk in deceit.
She knows not how I truly feel,
That I want to complete
My love for her with hardened steel.

By taking the next move
And physic’ly connect in sex.
I know she’d disapprove.
My question is what to do next?

Will I a single be?
Forever locked to this one just.
Rejecting willingly
Some other love, some other lust.

I guess I must be mad
But I just want this thought to die
That there’s more to be had
In love between my friend and I

I know what I must do.
Divorce the best platonic wife.
And find somebody new
To dedicate and share my life.

Shit!

Not you…

6 June 2007

Everytime I see into your beautiful eyes,

It fills me with surprise, and my inside cries

Just thinking of what could be have been ours,

A night so bright, so full of stars.

And then you look at me and smile.

Just take my hand and stay with me a while.

The Maze

19 May 2007

Lying staring at the blackness of my cold and unlit cell

Waiting to receive the wanted respite of a sleep filled spell

Thoughts a come of you and thinking where from here we go

A mind refined and answers filled yet cannot come to know

Like no savant of future views sees clear and set as straight

It pains to know how ends the play but still one has to wait

And so I lie in restlessness I ponder and I think

Just how our lives are so far yet inextricably linked

Seeing things…

9 February 2007

How do we see what cannot be seen or count innumerable value

or measure importance that has neither length nor breadth?

Why tear my soul with such unfixed mutabilities,

that today I see things, that yesterday I did not?

What clouds my eyes? What clears them?

For my eyes see visions not realities.

Or should I have doubts and uncertainties?

“Behold thee, before me, before ye flee,

For in my sight, no better could thou’st be.

An image of purest beauty.”

And so… do I really see?

Maybe.