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frigid water
waves rocking
feeling the rhythm.
moving with the moon, distorting gravity
the oceans echo in my ears
forever crashing, endless heart beat.
the horizon swallowing sunset
swept away by the Pacific's,
icy November waters.
seagulls casting shadows on my skin
angels of death above
fluttering sunlight.
my lungs beckoning,
the salty waters.
this my baptism,
as well as my icy grave
ships and boats just passers by,
myself frozen in time
I touched the substance of your mind
It held me with velvet gloves
Near without touching
Rhythmic colours drifted
Talking was just a dream
There in our ways was an understanding
A lifetime of things to feel
Yet that touch will have to wait
There are thoughts that echo
They call my life to task
Why have I to be so
Though I never let you go.
I have never stayed by your side
I occupy all your realms.
The moon,
light cascading
in the black void of space.
Glows a bright halo of glory.
Its gypsum beauty dominates the sky.
When the winter nights are hoary
the stars bow to its grace,
accolading
the moon.
A new wave poetry
Well the same mind coughs so very often...very often
some music flows in some ears
while for else it’s a cause of tears,
when poetry flows from seamless fathoms
none can critique on rhyme or rhythm,
this one emanated
as I scanned in ecstasy,
at some ones video so exotic
that my mind also became
equally erotic
thus I composed this so poetic,
ere I became neurotic
neon webs
bounce, the boom
a blended haze
saturday slinkers
crowding
burst of youthful lust
horns and hubbub
the splash and spill
drums pounding
deep into the wilds
the joint's gone high-octane
swelling
hot
joy's ragged edge
feral
uninhibited
exhilerating
Her lips were red and occupied with giggles,
so I planted a wet one on her cheeks.
She said I was a coward,
so I kissed her on her lips to prove
I was a man.
I kissed her in a dream,
and sent her packing all the way back home,
just before sunrise.
She thought I lied,
she said I made it up.
but I did, I said,
for all my dreams are lies, you see?
Let me be young again...
In the summer of my life...
in bikinis or without...
in seas wide and deep
and you will feel the rods inside out ...
as you will nod
and in ecstasy...
rebound only
if I could turn back the key...
the lock could open.easily ..
if you were as exotic
too...
untested waters
ripple,
strands of light
flash in the beauty
of my mind
---
the past dwelt
in the corner
debilitating
disabling
untethering,
I was thrown
back in time
(bad happens
to the good
and the good
happens to the bad)
visiting sins
replayed in my head
reminding me
shaming me,
the circle went
around
but I remembered
the dashes of hope
the splashes of love
all that I had shared
all that I had lost
when politicos come a'knockin'
power lusting
wielding rightousness as a badge
indignation as a weapon,
be forewarned
the future is the past
the pendulum swings left to right
and back again
a Poe pit mechanism
slicing the spoils
pitiless as their gods
extorting amens
lock your doors
better fire or flood
than politicos,
crying
for money
or blood
swerve
slew
the skelter shiver
let the cats eyes
glean
like whiskers of whiskey
and her claws
like minion guards
tend beadlette offerings
baby grand
can you purr my song
like this wind that
sails my calm
a slate great
pyre shall be
once desired
and a dram
from the
well from
that farm..
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