Pleasant portals

She sat, a pilgrim waiting
Unaware her time had come
A missing player though yet to arrive...
The appearance of a spare part
But a lynch pin to another world
Waiting for a man to play, to pay her heavy price
Though she herself would never gain
Her nominal movements soon to be the cause of so much pain.

Easy movements seen as boredom
The first gusts of a coming storm
Perfection in body
A trinity
Combined with shining hair
First bursts
First flush of youth
Easy smile
What all men seek but cannot hold.

Charged, primed.
A verbal damn waiting to burst
A faint smile should warn you...
As wave upon wave of desire crashes upon your shore
Years of tidal surge
Help you unearth this treasure
Once freed though she is gone...

The Sleep of Reason

Take it as written
Take it as a given
Years past of unproven denial
Natures law smites all that do not bear fruit
Critical thinking lies broken
What roads did they ever lead me too ?
A slow tepid boil that spurred no useful moves
So I have written
So it shall be
As it always was
Had I been brave enough see
To hold a steady gaze upon a heaving sea
A horizon swells distorting solid ground
Distant hills in haze
Unmoveable truth
Miles away from my mundane planes
None the less shall I impact them
Hysterical view points shield me
Point blank impact now
A sudden stop.
Ever tighter the chains that bind.

New Moon

Icy sideswipe
Sickle moon slice
Wind blasts
Sky spliced
North star flung
From violent arc.

Evergreens ?

I cannot make you any promises
As bright winds blast the January walls.
Bare branches moan
Corner stones whistle their age old tune
Enforced seasonal renewal by threatened death of the old
Can you take the chance its a bluff ?
Best move on, tis getting cold...

A new year starts pristine and clean
At least for a day.
A planetry movement  weve designed to numb pain ?
But fate fights those gears
Slippage.
A rip tide you could say....
Dragging around what which was always coming your way...


I cannot keep my promises
At least not as I told.
Still of night confessions
When I felt so bold.
Charged up on the good stuff, what ? I should fold ? !
Candles blazed, flames roared, wax streamed...
Dirty brown haze, violent moon
Whorish winds blew.
Worldly agenda slewn...
Sea fire memories filled my crackling rooms.
My recollections perfectly corrupted
Raw, but all true.

Supermoon

She's coming, she's coming
A pregnant surprise.

Pendulum emotions
Beam from on high.

A stillness too queasy
With vertigo highs...

Supermoon.

Past conquests leave their mark from centuries gone by
The agony and ecstasy, and too truthful lies....
Romantic echoes both shimmer and shine
All mixed together and showered from on high.

Who cares to judge ?
Who has the time ?
For some souls beginning THIER  journey tonight !

Migration

A cold wind blasts as swallows arrive
North wind moans through telecom wires
Heavy swings of laden cable
A virtual road to far off lands

Under black seas miles from land
My dark thoughts pulse through heavy wire
Surging sea weed ebbs and flows
Consecative view points closely spaced
Travel together in uniform

Where is the land from where they came ?
When they've gone, where do they go ?
Were they ever here ?
Only thier return brings any solice
A migrational mystery once more begins

March

Hills of geisha white

Cold kakhi fields
Tempting sunshine
Early primal surge
Earth tightens
Ash creaks
Quagmire dries
Nominal gains
These wary movements...