Dreams In tender kisses wake the dreams, And nightmares fade down nether streams, And nightingales On rainbow trails Paint melodies long sleeping beams... A whisper dies between the sheets, A heart forgets the count of beats, A muffled cry A lonesome sigh When passion raw with hell competes... The stink of sweat, the salt of tear, Love's pungent odor mixed with fear, The silent if, The wailing sniff As parting time is drawing near... In children's voices wakes the day, And burning cheeks fade pallid grey, And nightingales Long morning's sails Mourn moments gone forever way...

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Karaoke A would be cowboy crucifies a would be song of love, His pallid hand holding the mike hides in a leather glove, The wonders of technology provide the missing key... We dance to tunes of flower fields, lone lovers, you and me. A crooning lady takes the scene with lament woven tears, Thick layers of cosmetics paint disguise her grafting years, The beauty of her once upon could fill a waning sea... We dance to flowing honey wells, just two, just you and me. A plastic juke box made somewhere gulps down my quarter piece, A golden dollar I would pay to hear the good old hiss, I hum along to roughen up the smooth and oily sea... We dance to flowers bound for May, in love, just you and me. * A wailing siren trumpets by with songs of life or death, Two drumming chests will share once more one last time tune and breath, The skyward thunder's decibels fade in my howling spree... We dance in memories of us, forever, you and me.

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Dreams Shepherd Hardly girl and barely woman, lost in amber tinted dreams Sketched by the celestic painter of eternal changing whims, Chasing in the wake of morning shadows married to the night Riding past her groping fingers through the dunes of blinding light, Aching hands collecting glimpses of a waning starlight dust As the tempest ridden fury parts from heart with fading lust. In the quiet green of kingdoms sparks a flicker hardly seen Braving arrogance of reason with a shield of melting tin... “Yes, I know, one day my hero will throw anchor in my bay Breathing flaming devastation in a breast that wastes away, Yes, I know...” and dies the flicker past those crests of dreams unborn, In her heart the rose is sleeping, in her finger sleeps the thorn. * Times so many I sojourned there, playing games inside her mind, Leaving trace of scented ribbons dipped in verses green and kind As I galloped through her rivers bathing in the thick of blood, Spraying in her beating chambers whiffs of me mingled with mud Then departing fore the fire rising proudly way out east Turned her visions into cinders, leaving strips of dying mist, As I ride way back my kingdom herding dreams running astray, Whipping my demented fury at those innocents at play... “Yes, I know, one day I'll linger way behind the rushing herds And betray ancestral duties for the song of morning birds, Yes, I know...” as through my spirit flowed a fire dressing sin Touching the forbidden smoothness of a woman's craving skin. * Slumber ebbs so ever slowly letting chirrups gaily in, Chasing myriads of rainbows floating round her silent grin And she sinks inside the linen hugging pillows to her chest... “Was it dream, or was it vision touching fire to my breast? Was there promise in the whisper?...” in her eyes the misty frown Melts, as she regards in wonder... one red rose, a thorn, a crown. Then she smiles, her rolling laughter follows garnished pearls' trim, As she kisses every petal looking for that fading dream, Eyelids drop... in fairy dreamlands guarded by the curse of love Deep beneath the world of humans roaming mindlessly above, In a field of cotton flower tinted amber way through green From my lips she breathes the beauty... never was... forever been...

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Closing Doors Don't look back Close your doors Kick them with your heel Your back turned And your hand reaching behind you slamming them shut. The door to your rivers of pain Dragons biting your heels and tearing pieces of your heart Leaving bleeding scars long your soul And filling with fearful memories your nights, Slashing claws And gaping jaws And snapping fangs And tearing pangs... Ripping, ripping, ripping your body And leaving it a laments bathed battle field Strewn with the corpses of your splintered sanity And stinking with the smell of decay, refuse, and death... Slam the door shut, Nail it to the frame with ten inch long nails Rusted Studded head to head, Then brick it Then bury it Then forget it. The door to your rare puddles of happiness So few, so shallow Like a poor child's toys trove Hidden mid of misery and depth of receding hope Raggedy balls And raggedy dolls And broken glass beads And rotten dry seeds... Crying, crying, crying hysterically As your hungry eyes marvel at the lighted windows Where all can reach and hold and buy While all you can do is stare and yearn and dream... Slam that door, Lock and bolt it to the frame with inch thick bolts Heavy Throw the keys away, Then brick it Then bury it Then forget it. The door to your oceans of hope Drug induced fantasies poisoning your mind with their artificial sweetness Telling of stars never to get within your reach And iron clad princes riding shining skeletons of grime unicorns Hollow words And crushing herds And blinding dreams And drying streams... Shoving, shoving, shoving relentlessly your mind Towards the beckoning edge Bordering the land of insanity married to illusion Happily gaping its black mouth ready to engulf your budding life... Slam it, slam it, Roll it over and again deep inside the hold of arm thick chains Massive Knotted three time three and link to link, Then brick it Then bury it Then forget it. Don't look back, Look ahead, Open wide your eyes and see, embrace, Revel in the sun penetrating the cracks in your shutters Before you take a deep breath And with raging joy Break the walls, break the windows, break the doors And let your body burn, burn, burn in the might of awakening tomorrow Awakening ever after Awakening love. * I stopped talking, afraid, maybe I said too much. Maybe I didn't say enough. Maybe I was dreaming and she was dreaming and our dreams got mixed for a few moments only to separate again and be gone forever and ever and ever... Did I feel a soft movement of fingers clasping, then tightening, then breaking through my skin dipping their tips into my blood stream? Was it part of the dream or an additional illusion... or maybe it wasn't a dream after all? Maybe it was... reality?... present?... I heard an almost inaudible murmur, I bent swiftly down, my ear pressing against her mouth, drinking in the words, the whispers, the promises. "Not a dream... I did it... I locked the door to my unending rivers of pain, nailed it with ten inch long nails, bricked it... locked the door to my old miserable puddles of happiness, locked and bolted it with inch thick bolts, buried it... locked the door to my vast oceans of unimaginable hope, rolled it inside arm thick chains, forgot it..." she burned my eyes inside green suns and I didn't hurt, I just kept listening, reading her lips as they moved, as they undulated spunning their magic... "I broke down the walls, the windows, the doors, letting sun in, letting warmth in..." she closed her eyes but I could still see the blinding green flare penetrating through those transparent eyelids, "... letting infinity in..." she opened her eyes again, "letting... love... in. I love you."

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Nocturnale I listen. A grasshopper's croon Lamenting night's ascending moon Is seeding shivers depths my soul As grisly clouds gracefully swoon. I lie. An old wolf's growling stroll Lamenting starlight's studded bowl Is running ripples through my shell As hungry barks my dreams extol. I smile. A maiden's singing bell Lamenting passion's waning hell Is pouring honey noon to noon As to my mouth she tends the well.

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There By Your Side The pain I've seen Deep in that green Much fierce than tongs stripping your skin, Just let me lie There by your side And cry. Your fragile trust Crumbling to dust I'll rig with steel if die I must Or rip my pride, There by your side I'll hide. Love, lay to rest The ache in chest And let me touch your wanting breast, I'll crawl to sleep There by your side And weep. Don't you forget The day we met We won this life's most awesome bet, Now for a while There by your side I smile...

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Small Talk With God Woman, I bit your flesh I sucked your blood I roamed inside your mind stealing priceless treasures Collecting your most intimate memories Your worst nightmares Hugging chunks of life off your yielding body, More, I wanted more, Hungry, insane... You let me get away with it, Smiling as I stashed away Pounds of flesh, Gallons of blood, So many of your memories, dreams, hopes, So much of your life... You bitch. You selfish arrogant haughty piece of my rib. You did not share it all, You did not share all of you, You kept something to yourself, All of it, hidden, secret, unreachable... The scrounge. The scrounge running through your body and playing hide and seek And eating away your life, Where is my share, Why didn't you feed me at least part of it? Your selfishness so cruel, My hunger so terrible, Do you hate me that much? God, please listen this once rather than the other way around, Let this be not my poem but my prayer, Show your greatness of heart and compassion and heed my desire And tear away from her My share by law and duty of lover, of husband, of wife, Let me revel as well In the glory of sharing hell at her side And love in her arms. Please... can we bargain... half of it? I can pay, Of course I can pay, I have something you don't own anymore which you certainly want. The rest of my life. How much of it do you want? God. I love her.

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Three Women (or Another Small Talk With God) Let her live, God, Let her live. You didn't listen to me once, Asking for your elusive touch of wonder... what was it that I asked for... breath? I begged you, screamed at your gates Scrawling infamous graffiti all over them, Tore down trees in your garden Slashed the wings off angels sent my way And smashed the walls of your damnation cells Asking for admittance of my soul in your hell In return. And you moved impassively away Leaving my body ravaged and my spirit in tatters. But I understand. You had a vacancy for angels and insisted on filling it. Yes, I learned to accept. Eternal pain. But I learned to accept. You didn't listen to me twice, Asking for your touch of wonder... what was it that I asked for... legs? As my bleeding knees marked a path along your alleys Dirtying your pavement, refusing to stand up, Offering you a treaty signed in my blood To be a follower and a leader And scream your beauty and fight your wars and seed your existence, My human fury and rage ridiculous in your world of impassivity and majestic forevers So incompatible with our puny if evers, I even offered to believe in you Erase the graffiti and replace it by verse In return. And you sat there immovable in your chair looking the other way Leaving my body ravaged and my spirit in tatters. I thought I might have been getting immune to it by now. But no. But I understand. You said you had a list of priorities and this was not in your top ten. Yes, I learned to accept. Eternal pain. But I learned to accept. Third time now. Probably last. Will you please listen to me a third time As I am begging for your touch of wonder, or shall I turn away forever? What is it that I ask for now... life? Trying a new approach this time, is this what you are looking for? Fine with me, There is nothing left but crawling, letting horses trample me, Goats ramming me, worms creeping over my eyes, And while I hang on there with my nails grabbing the cracks in the gutter I plead you a bargain you can't refuse Even in your indifference to the stank of my body and groans of my ribs. Your balance sheet will stay clean, what is one soul to your bottom line anyway? But you are a perfectionist I know, I look at your world, There is a reason to everything and I accept your reason and perfection And offer to balance the one soul you release With my one soul to take over... so easy, so clean, so immaculate. Let her out. Let your touch be seen. Let me in In return. I accept. No pain. I accept.

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Invincible Nothing can vanquish you. Abandon. Child. Tending to your misery In the desolation of loneliness and hunger. Hunting. Never hunted. Rape. Then rape. Then rape. Maiden. Picking up the dredges of self respect And building them into a citadel assailed by terrible nightmares. Your spirit free. Indomitable. Body crumbling. Then body crumbling. Woman. Never giving up. Never giving up. Never giving up. Defending yourself with love, finally there, your absolute weapon. You will win. Invincible. * Abandon. Child. See, this is this scar here, she said. I see it, shaped star, I said. Yes, the star I wished upon, she said. Does it sound corny? I offered her my hand... Rape. Then rape. Then rape. Maiden. These are the three scars here, one still bleeding, she said. I touched the bleeding spot, A spurt suddenly staining my shirt. Sorry, she said, sometimes it still hurts. I placed my mouth and kissed it close. Better? I asked, worried. Better, she said. I offered her my mouth. Body crumbling. Then body crumbling. Woman. Touch my wounds, she said, not yet scars. Sorry. I looked, scared. Ugly wounds, seething with malice. Then pressed my face against them, hugging her. What are you doing? she asked, afraid I may have lost my mind to her pain. Drinking your blood, I said, it might help. Will it pass through your heart? she asked. Yes, it will, I said. Then I am happy, she said, and fell asleep, smiling. I gave her my heart.

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Lady Lady, hope your green of eye Stronger's than the blue of sigh, Lady, hope your lust for life Stronger's than the thrust of knife, Lady, hope your crave for light Stronger's than the dawn of night. Lady, when your pain is through You will find me. Next to you.

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You There, Green Of Eye Flares of molten forest hue Dressed so oft in glints of blue, Why does grey of cloud at times Hide your eyes' twin sparkling rhymes? Hush and smile, ignore my plea, Tell me not where sleeps the sea Whence a stolen cup of dye Found its way inside your eye. Let love's fire light your gaze, Let the spark turn glowing blaze, And when winter finds your way Let my warmth your aches allay.

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The Touch I saw her waiting for me, How did I recognize her, I've never seen her before in my life? Was it the impassionate foot stomping As I was struggling my way out of officialdom's empire? Was it the vibration around her, Air particles loaded with her electrifying impatience Dancing in the air-conditioned breeze running sparks Between her soles and the floor, Between the undulating hair ends reflecting their fire In the streaming glints flooding her eyes, Between her fingertips every time she tried to wipe out With terrible inefficiency these streaming glints Leaving mascara smears down her cheeks Painting her happiness into the prettiest of girlish clowns? Was it the green flame that leaped off her eyes, Pouring down her face, Sizzling long the scorch of her lips As it traced the wanting pain in her breasts Into the damning sin down her belly Falling to the floor Leaving coal-burn marks along the airport's carpet Chasing my way Soaking into the soles of my feet Climbing to my knees, to my waking desire, To my chest, To my mouth willing me inebriated into this Immeasurable sweetness? Was it the moment we finally stood face to face, The dry thud of my suitcase dropping to the floor, Her hands taking mine and pulling them around her waist While they entwined powerfully at the nape of my neck Pulling my head down And forcing my lips to obey the pain of burning to ashes As her mouth crushed into my life With the force of a gale wind beyond human measuring scale?

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Life Line Black hours. Night, The small table lamp fighting away the curiosity of shadows. Stalemate, no one wins. A yellowish piece of paper lies down before me, The bulb's incandescent wire marking shiny spots along it As the paper's pale belly hungrily awaits the wet touch of ink And words. I hesitate. What shall I feed it, memories? Maybe a small selection, leaving some more for tomorrow, And tomorrow's tomorrow? I close my eyes. Memories. A choice for the picking, what will it be today... eyes? mouth? maybe hands? My heartbeat slows down. I wait. I allow the choice time to be made, to happen. Slowly. Hands? Hands. Decision made. Fogs lift, ships' horns sound the assault And the sudden thoughts of your hands invade my senses Climbing my shores Screaming conquerors Flooding my decrepit bunkers Bayonets attached Fire!... I let them come, Conquer, The bullets punching round clean holes through my skin And shredding my insides, seeding my dreams depths of burning sands... Sublime... oh, sublime death... I look at your fingernails, Rusted, Broken, nicely filed at the edges Decorating fingers worn by cleaning and washing and modern miraculous alchemy Promising to clean every stain Inclusive the baby pink color of your skin... So rough, Like a newborn chick's feathers Touching my skin and exacting its desires Till deep creases plough the flesh leaving swollen traces of seeping red rivers. Proud of your hold, Terrific power hiding in motionless articulations Guising a fierce grip Inside rarely used delicate piano player movements Able to play life outside of my capitulating body... By choice Preferring to play the music of bending my bones into shapes suitable For accommodating the geometries of your body's corners and arcs. Your palm, I wanted to look at it Begged to see your life's line, Screamed, scratched, threw a tantrum and broke a plastic glass... You refused, Laughing, Speaking in nonsensical corny paraphrases Like it's as long as your love Or I love the desert Or I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine... You never opened your fist, When holding a spoon, When showering, When waving good bye, Even when driving. I never asked again. Maybe I was afraid to know. One day you asked me to lie down You unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it out of the way And opened your fist laying your hand palm down upon my left breast. What are you doing? I asked. Soaking a little life from you. I don't have enough. Enough for what? I asked. You didn't answer. Lost in a world of your own Fairies marrying knights and todays ending in tomorrows, I wondered which of the two would take precedence. Then you lifted your hand, Picked up my left hand and sorted out the second finger from left And curled your palm around it. What are you doing? I asked. Now it is long enough to fit around your finger, you said. I open my eyes. The paper wet, Stalemate unchanged, Ink smears and symbols understood by none but me staining the paper's surface With light and shadows having gone for a lunch break And the lone arbiter, me, disinterested in the proceedings. I keep looking at my finger. A rugged phosphorescent line running all the way around it Closing upon itself With one single small shapeless stain along it pulsating continuously. I start reading my lines, oblivious to their existence, And I try to remember. As if I could ever forget.

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Just You know I'll never bring my hurt inside your forest green, Though paths forgotten may resound with steps that once have been, Just touch my brow and guide my way through clearings barely seen, The drifting petals in your wake inside my dreams I'll glean. I watched a shadow's grey of thought invade your guileless dreams, The blue of clouds for moments few denying laughter's gleams, Just let tomorrow's gentle rise bloom into playful beams As your bouquet of softest smiles floats down my heartway's streams. We ache through depths of hollow lands devoid of lovers cheers, And wade in thoughts of times have been through mists of raving fears, Just take my hand and let my breath melt down your frozen tears And let me rhyme inside your life my heart, my love, my years.

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Wishes In Green I wish I was the hero Astride a coal black mare, His touch an angel's whisper, His eye a demon's glare, Across your burning landscapes To fight the beast unseen And if so be my calling To die inside your green. I wish I was the wizard His mount a dragon's roar, To calm with morning's caress The silent raging war, And those unborn yet summers To plant inside your breast Till winter finds my hiding And rips my life from chest. I wish I was a... poet My pen a magic wand And wonder seeds on paper To wed to hopes beyond, But I am but a... poet My pen a piece of coal I pray... I dream... while failing Your beauty to extol.

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Present I listen. Beautiful silence, almost absolute If it wasn't for the damn thunder of my heart And the wheezy sound of my nose. Damn this cold, I hate having a cold and a running nose Especially when I try to write something. Silence also in my head, Ideas chasing greener pastures in other poets' heads And leaving me wanting and lonely. Damn. I close my eyes and start cursing the inefficiency of thought transfer From person to person, from head to paper, Something should be invented to memorize snippets of thoughts And shards of dreams into coherent words. I will wait, if I don't fall asleep then certainly something will come I assure myself as I watch the neighbour hanging up colored lights And trying them out. I hide in the shadows, Watching glints from the running lights reflecting from her lips Glints of red, of blue, then a cascade of yellow then again red... From her lips?... I suddenly wonder, Aren't glints supposed to reflect from eyes Alive with the excitement of kids waking up in adult dresses Accepting for one day to forget reality and remember delight? These are traces of tears, she says, on my lips. You see me? I ask. No, I sense you, she answers while her hands deftly keep wrapping the presents. I watch her intently, tracing the fatigue lines on her forehead, Discerning with effort the thin ragged lines descending from her eyes, Long her cheeks, And then touching her lips before ending inside her mouth. The blue flicker of a neon light merges with the reflection Creating a soft phosphorescent glow. A descending glimmer follows its brothers sliding down Along the predefined path Resting at times and then hesitatingly rolling on Till her tongue suddenly licks the upper lip ending its miraculous short journey. How can you sense me? I ask, wondering for real, I am thousands of miles away and just sat down to write this poem. She doesn't stop, picks up a red ribbon and ties it around the small colorful box, Kisses it and lays it in her pocket. Then she picks up a big box and continues wrapping. I knew you would come, for your present... she smiles. I did not know there was a present for me... I insist, Knowing there is no real answer to my questions but stubborn enough to try. And you are supposed to be surprised once you get my poem, I drone on Not displeased at her sensitivity But disappointed at my inadequacy of camouflage. I will be surprised, don't worry, Once you go I will forget all about it and never remember it again. But right now I want to enjoy it. Her eyes look directly through me, does she see me too? Why did you cry? I ask. You were late, I thought you forgot me, she answers, I felt like tasting something salty, I chose tears. So easy to have, and they cost nothing... They cost sorrow, I say. No, she says, they cost happiness, that's why I didn't want to lose them. Finally you remembered. Do you want to know what is your present? Yes, I do, the child in me stirring out of control for a moment. She smiles, the glitter mounting now from her lips to her eyes, Oh, these starry skies... Sorry, you will have to wait like everybody else, she says, Touching the pocket which swallowed the small box. Why? I ask. Because it has to be a surprise. But I saw it already, at least I saw you wrapping the box, the surprise is gone. Again the smile, this time the glitter seems to light up her skin And thousands of fireflies keep changing position all over her body. You will forget too, once you are back home. I don't want to go back home. You have to, otherwise what will dreams be made of? Reality? I try to move, but find it impossible. I want to kiss you, I say, I love you. She doesn't answer, I am not sure if she hears me or not. I love you, I say. No, she says, you are in love with me, That's the reason you asked me to buy you this present. I asked you to buy me this present? I ask surprised. I don't even know what it is. Shush... she whispers, getting up and coming my way, Touching a finger to her eye and picking a tear Then placing it on my lip. I taste it, cool, salty. I thought you didn't see me... I manage to murmur. I don't, she murmurs back, her lips close to my ear. Why did you give me your tear? I ask. Once you shared my pain, you are ready to share my life. She moves back to the chair, Touching again slightly her pocket, Then she starts humming a tune And I wonder, as my vision blurs and slumber sneaks gracelessly inside my mind, If I didn't hear it before somewhere In a different time, in a different place, So real that it certainly could not have been a dream. The door bell wakes me up, And I stumble wearily to the door, Sneaking an angry regard to the messy markings I made on the paper. Damn, I remember nothing and I hope I made some sense last night. I open the door, sign the receipt and rattle the box in my hand Trying to guess its content. Hey, I hope this is not some joke, I think to myself And who the hell would send me a present? I add As I tear the paper away Carelessly opening the box. A round piece of metal clangs to the floor rolling away And cobwebs start building intricate memory patterns inside my mind. I unfold the carefully folded piece of paper And neatly handwritten words rush into my eyes Clinging to the ever growing maze of souvenirs desperately fighting for recognition. Lover, Not to honor Not to keep Not to comfort Not to reap But to share one shred of heart Till us death will never part...

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Bloodhounds Don't read. Close your eyes, Let your fingertips glide along the hardly perceptible indentations Burnt into the hugging softness of paper, Words, sentences, signs, And listen to the music... do your fingertips hear the music?... Help me hone my senseless banter into your life's reason While I tune my pen to the sound of your smiles Counting the number of teeth showing As a childish laughter Suddenly rips your face into two disassociated halves Barely holding together... Let your fingertips glide, Ploughing through the stained jumble Carved by the shudder of my hand Upon the crimples laden surface Till they find it, sharp, invincible, unpardoning... the thorn... And as it ruptures your skin releasing the flow of blood to its freedom The bloodhounds of my ink snap onto your blood's trail Chasing the dripping stains of life Never to release their hold again, Never allowing the wound to heal, Driving the teeth ever deeper As the poison pours relentlessly into your awakening life's stream... And as your skin turns blue, And your eyes turn fire, And your mouth turns silent Your lips start singing the purity of felicity And the tenderness of wild ravaging passion.

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The Ugly Duckling She wasn't young, Not in her prime anymore. Life hasn't been kind to her And scars still showed up visibly on her body. In her mind. I am an ugly duckling, she kept saying, All the beautiful ducks have grown And flown away to warmer lands, To loving arms Sometimes not even waving goodbye. I stayed behind. She kept reading and re-reading the story, Doesn't the ugly duckling in the end turn into a swan And marries the handsome prince And everyone envies her forever after? She even tried different editions, Who knows, Someone in the editing department may have been mistaken And made a false promise For good or for bad, And maybe reality and book were closer with other publishers So she wouldn't have to hope or wait any longer, Reality would suit her nice If the book would tell her that her reality was reality. She even tried a French edition, even though she did not understand much of it. But the books insistently kept telling her about a swan And every morning she kept looking in the mirror hoping, And the duckling never got any prettier. And life any sweeter. And the books kept promising And she believed the promise as long as it was written. Waiting. Years. One day a magician came to town, Shabby, all he had was a hat and a rabbit. He was a good magician but the town was busy making money And not wasting it on magicians So he performed for his pleasure in the city square And she was the only one present Awed at the many ways in which his rabbit appeared and disappeared in the hat, Once even changing its color. She paid putting a coin in his hat. He picked up the coin and turned to leave. She pulled his sleeve. "Tell me, magician, can you do magic?" "I do it every day." "Then can you do magic for me? I will give you one more coin." He took her coin, and by magic... there were two coins in his hand. He returned one to her. "Now tell me which magic do you want me to do for you, lady?" She showed him the book. "The book is not true, the ugly duckling never turns into a swan. It stays ugly. Can you change the story for me?" The magician loaded his tools of trade in his carriage, Made the rabbit disappear in his hat and put the hat on his head. "Why do you want me to change the story? People usually want me to change their life to be like the story, Not the other way around." She gave him again a coin and by magic there were two in his hand And he returned one to her. "Keep doing that and we will both become rich," he laughed and turned to go. "If the book stays as is then I keep believing it and I waste my life waiting. I don't want to wait, I want to go on." "Give me one more coin," he asked. She gave him the coin again, and again there were two coins in his hand And he returned one to her. "You see, there is magic..." he started, "This is no magic," she said, "You are showing me always the same two coins," she smiled. He continued his sentence as if there was no interruption "...if you believe in it. Do you believe in magic?" "I do." "Fine," he said, opening his palm and showing her three coins. "I do not wish to change the books, this is too easy. I wish to change your reality. Shall I change the books or your reality?" "My... books... please change my books." He looked genuinely surprised. "And you believe in magic?" "Yes I do," she said eyeing the three coins. "And you prefer that I change your books." "I prefer that I live in reality." "Not in magic?" She did not answer. Silent. He took the book from her hand and put it in his carriage And covered it by a thin veil. Then he removed the veil and picked up the book. She smiled, "Can I now please have it?" "Just a moment, let's see if it worked... hmmm... seems it did. Shall I read it to you?" "No, I want to read it." She picked the book from his hand and turned to the last page. Smiling again. "... and the ugly duckling grew into a beautiful ugly duck." There were tears in her eyes. She closed the book. "Thank you." She turned to go. "Wait, you did not read the last page." She hesitated... "...but I did..." and opened the last page again. "... a beautiful flower in her hair." She picked up the fresh daisy from her hair and looked at it uncomprehending. "You said you believed in magic." He finished closing his carriage. "Wait, you did not read the last page." "...but..." and opened it again, still hesitating. "... a beautiful letter in her pocket." She inserted thin fingers inside her skirt's pocket and picked up a folded paper, Unfolded it and read out loud. "I love you." "Oh, no, lady, not me, I am but a magician..." he laughed, "I did not write it, I just fulfilled your wish and changed the book, adapted it to reality. Do me a favor, read that last page once again..." She did not ask, did not hesitate this time. "... and she felt like the most beautiful of swans..." He picked up the carriage and started going. "Wait where are you hurrying?..." He laughed, not stopping and not looking back... "I don't know, you left that last sentence unfinished And I am afraid you might want the money back." He started running, laughing, his carriage making an insupportable din. She lowered her eyes to the page again. "... knowing her prince was on his way." She closed the book, tied her scarf around it and tucked it under her arm, Smiling, all the time smiling. I will never open the book again, she swore. There is magic, I know. There is a prince coming my way. I am a swan. She did not stop singing all the way home.

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Trace in collection: not a sonnet Traced you in the desert, Did not know there was a desert Till I found you And then apprehended its vastness Wondering to myself... how didn't I find it earlier, The desert? I sat down in front of you, Watching your petals push out, Unfolding, drinking in sun, Bees hovering in droves... not daring... I did not dare move either Lest the desert discovers me And I lose your trace.

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Power in collection: not a sonnet So powerful The flake drifting my way In a clear cloudless sky An oven called sun feeding life bites To lovers offering flowers to lovers And birds' song. Snowflake, drifting alone in the world Looking for love, not giving up Even under the burning glare of the fire god And asking me if I cared to love her. I said yes, And the breeze carried her my way Where she lay down on my finger Hugging it with her love. And my figer's warmth soaked inside her delicate features And she melted away Smiling Never asking why Never stopping loving me. And I never stopped asking myself... why did she drift my way to die?

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Painting in collection: not a sonnet I looked around me, Yellow skies, red grass Two green suns hanging above, blinking from time to time. I was alone, no movement except a falling leaf. I asked it - forgive me I am a stranger here Why these odd colors? Why do the suns blink? Because you are in a painting, it answered. Paintings have colors of their own And these are her colors, waiting for him, She didn't know what he likes. And the suns don't blink. I insisted. She? He? And the suns do blink. But the leaf melted into the asphalt and the suns blinked again. Wake up, lover, wake up, she said, was it a nightmare? I looked up at her, unsure. If you painted the world, what would you paint the skies, the grass? She laughed. Why, yellow and red of course. And the people, what about people? There is only one person I would care to paint, she smiled and kissed me. And the sun? I asked further, seriously, how would you paint the sun? She looked down at me, the smile mounting from her mouth to her eyes, blinking. In my world, lover, the only sun you would ever need would be my eyes. She was right, I knew. I saw it with my own eyes. Then it was not a nightmare, it was a wish.

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Desires in collection: not a sonnet Let me break your shirt's buttons. Let me rip off your clothes, Tear the intimate straps covering your nakedness And peel off the remainder of the lace Before opening my eyes. Let me wash your face clean of makeup. Let me bathe you in aromatic foam, Pour crushed lilac flower essence over your nakedness And lick away the drops lingering on your lips Before carrying you to my lair. Let me taste the softness of your skin. Let me touch your sun clear patches, Paint with the brush of fingertips my passion on your nakedness And claw away at the last vestiges of shyness Before dying inside your body.

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Almost Rage in collection: not a sonnet Drink your wine, Leave a mouthful of sweetness to pour down my throat With a demanding kiss Oblivious to traces sliding along chin Staining skin, clothes, satin bed sheets, Let me taste your sweetness And your bitterness And your life As you angrily ask back drops tasting like my mouth After finishing its travel along your body Picking up crushed pieces of opening buds and closing flowers. Let me guide you Holding your lips And crushing your spine Into my life.

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Touch Pour your flesh upon me, Let it glide upon my bones As you wake up inside your dream And mould me in the shape of your earthly desires, Ridge my blandness into the landscapes of your lock Guiding me to its hideout On the banks of the river, Underneath of the willow, Where pebbles turn stone And murmurs turn moan And flowers turn weed And cherries turn seed And heavens turn shell And fires turn hell When verses turn none And poems turn one Till fading love's chime Asleep is in rhyme... "Wait a moment," you say, "I thought that only lovers turn one." "You thought right, my love," I answer, "Lovers are poems unwritten, Waiting for that bewitching hand to lay them side by side While crimson of cherries The slashing tooth marries And heaving chests flatten On whiteness of satin Oblivion descending On love never ending And rearranges the lines, The words, the tunes Till the rhyme is perfect and the music sublime and the poesy divine... One..." I turn inside your lock And let dying spring drown me in awakening summer In a world barren of all senses but one... Touch...

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In The Morning when your eyes flutter in wonder at the rainbow's perfect line, in your tears inverse reflections... glinting smiles inside a shrine, when your heart thunders desire merging agony with lust, in my ears the echo crushing... raving sighs to whisper dust, when your words paint worlds forgotten inside memories unborn, cramming stars inside my pages... all my morrows to adorn, when you wake from yonder landscapes filled with eros' scented wine, and the flesh craves endless vineyards... and you burn... you light... you shine...

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Tricolor Do you remember your bridal gown? People shading their eyes As its whiteness shined blindingly In fierce competition with the paleness of your skin... So fragile, flawless, perfect... virginal... Do you remember the fire crowning your head? Leaping flames licking the small crown upon your forehead As your hair sparked red glints like a bonfire out of control Ragingly competing with the red of your lips... So warm, hot, scorching... primeval... Do you remember spring dancing in your eyes? Freshly born leaves conquering the world And painting it the green of emerald set in diamond as never seen before Madly competing with depths of coral seas... So sharp, innocent, passionate... celestial... Do I remember the white, red, green? I wish I did, oh, I wish I did...

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Beautiful Moments Beautiful, Sitting on my knees, arms around my neck My arms around your waist Tight, secure, A closed universe Impenetrable to outsiders, to life, to reality... People laughing, drinking, singing, We hear nobody Except whispers masking all noise out And penetrating directly from your eyes Into my mind And sliding into slots Hungrily awaiting their match, So perfect... Beautiful, Eating across from me, chewing slowly Each bite a tortuous eternity Of delight As I watch crumbs falling on your plate Sorry for their plight When they scream in despair having lost the one opportunity To slide inside your body And join the ecstatic masses Sliding down your throat Ready to sacrifice their ephemerality For the pleasure of joining your body Before I ravish the right of entry And bind your mouth Into an ageless pact Of passion... Beautiful, Pushing a shopping cart My one hand on the handle The other in yours, Your one hand on the shelves The other in mine, Never losing hold for a moment Afraid reality will turn dream And dream turn awakening And awakening turn reality beyond touch Where bodies ply in terrible pain For minds screaming for relief Through fingers groping for a hold Back from reality into awakening into dream Into reality of fingers splintering under the crushing weight Of muscles refusing to let go As flesh melts into flesh And blood streams unite... Beautiful, Averting tear loaded eyelashes Lest chills howling through heart Turn them into icicles Hunting with dripping spikes Chests welded into a shapeless ball of pain Soaking leftovers of warmth From dissipating memories Till, later, abiding unrelenting laws of gravitation, The green masters pull back into view Letting sparks cross the air gap And threatening to char my face And rip my lips With anger Before softening into a breeze And excising Only A promise to return... Moments, Unforgettable.

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Random Rhyme, Random Chime Wires Binding desires And fires... Caprices Smashing kisses To pieces... Gust Of lust Turning dust... Why To lie Then cry?... She didn't like it. "I don't like your poetry," she said. "Too simplistic." "Wait," I said, "Let me try again..." But she left, Breaking my heart. It took me fifteen years, I tried, did my best in schools, I even took high studies. Night classes. Rip to shreds those chaining wires As the fading raw desires Go to sleep with dying fires. Mindless garlands of caprices Taint the summer's sweetest kisses With a brush of broken pieces. Comes a moment, comes a gust Flesh alights in flaming lust Trails a memory in dust. Gone is reason's aging why As a silent, weeping lie Asks a lover not to cry. She didn't like it either. Not the same she. Not the same like. "I don't like your poetry," she said. "I don't like poetry at all." "Wait," I said, "I will write a story..." But she left, And didn't take my heart, she didn't see any use for broken hearts. It took me another fifteen years. I bought dictionaries, bought records, went to theatre, Gave up my friends and got a bleeding nose fighting free verse. Let me slide unbroken petals long unending silken wires Leaving trail of barren valleys in the wake of my desires Glinting sorrowfully ashen in my devastating fires. I will weave three thousand roses through your thorniest caprices Early mornings I will dress you honeysuckle spiced with kisses And will lay you dinner's table with my heart's forbidden pieces. Out of deepest raging desert I will rob a slender gust From a weak and shy pretender to be groomed a raving lust When we die in passion's fury nothing rests... but golden dust. Night. My drunken senses call me asking when, then asking why And I break the stubby pencil fearing nightmare's coming lie Stinking vomit hugs my body as I fold before I cry. Nobody liked my poetry. Except for her. Another her. "I like you," she said. "I like your poetry." "Wait," I said, "Do you like me because of my poetry or my poetry because of me?" She didn't leave, she answered kissing me. "Is it not the same?" She took my heart. Forever.

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Remember The Remember the night? That tender delight... We knew tomorrows belong to another world, One single today was all we had and wanted Stretching it through endless whispers, Shy laughter, barely audible, Incantations guised as groans lest some deity discovers the trick And breaks the mirage By letting night trespass Into damning morning territory and morrow reality... Pity, we fell asleep and magic died inside our restless dreams And when we woke up... startled, angry... Tomorrow had won its first round. Remember the song? That you hummed along... Words, so many words written by so many poets Which you knew by heart And refused to stop singing knowing That once silence lays down its soft blanket over our minds Gates open And time gallops by with no one to bar its way In its mindless rush towards an eternity Marking the way with endless temptation traps Leading the witless rider to his perdition Dragging in its wake silently dreaming lovers, us... We woke up, enraged, powerless as we heard silence Witnessing under oath about Another of tomorrow's victories. Remember your heart? When we had to part... We lost battle after battle, Today after today slain by a demented furious tomorrow Angry at our dare, Its vengeance cruel, No quarter be given to lovers facing tomorrow's inevitability With passion worth of worlds where tomorrows are damned And todays last forever And nights are endless And songs never run out of words... We accepted defeat, we accepted reality, we smiled Knowing that while battles may be lost, Seeds of never ending love are furiously ripening inside our chests.

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Music Line The line was crackling with noise. Seemed that all phone companies Channelled their noise to my line Taking terrible revenge for the cheap rates I was using. "Sing, love..." I asked her, My mind singularly locked on that most basic of needs, Sound, Feeling the need to a level of pain inside my bones, "Please, sing my love..." She started singing, hesitatingly at start Then louder, confidence gaining, The flow smoother, the tune almost recognizable, I could hardly hear it, hardly understand it in my earphones. I turned on the loudspeakers, Adjusted some filters And closed the door connecting me to the rest of the house. My dog cowered under the chair playing dead. Oh... that awfully wonderful crackle colored by semblance of music. "My dog is howling..." I told her And the crystal in her laughter cut as sharp as if she was next to me Leaving a thin trace of blood on my cheek. She chose another song, Same crackling strangled noises emanating from the electronics Hypnotizing me with the sheer audacity of trying to sing this way And leading to loud protests from the shrieking loudspeakers. "My dog is howling..." I lied to her again And pumped up the volume to allow another diamond clear laughter To cut thin lines across the windows peeking from behind my shoulder Into the computer screen Almost to the level of exploding in millions of fragments. She was going to close the link, Shopping was next on her list... "Please, my love... please, one more song..." I knew she would, If she was tied to a car's departing bumper she would still do it Because she loved me. She started a third song. "My dog is howling..." I repeated myself and my ears quivered in anticipation. "You are repeating yourself..." she barely succeeded to say. "I know... I just want to hear your laughter..." I answered. She cut traces across my skin, Followed by traces across the windows, Then petals sheared off freshly opened buds floating down to my feet Till I was sunk knee deep in a puddle of colorful fragrances Swirling in invisible eddies... Then she finished laughing, sent me a kiss and closed the link. I lay on the floor, hugged the dog and went to sleep. I was the only human ever known to have dreamed in sounds. I was the only human she ever loved.

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Lover, Lover Lover, lover, let me borrow Apples ripened in your sorrow And I'll pay my due with hours Broken off my short tomorrow. Lover, lover, through the Valley Of One Thousand Pains your galley Drags its rattling pebbles burden As you search that golden alley. Lost where hope dares not to follow And your craves in nightmares wallow Bloody traces trail your passing Filling up the gaping hollow. Lover, lover, see that glimmer As my days are getting dimmer Soaks the power in your passion Follow down the waking shimmer. Lover, lover, heed my hunger Let me trade with morrows' monger Summers bartered for the pleasure In your arms to die so younger.

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Scar Never knew you existed, Living in the bliss of ignorance, Denial, Living in the certitude that I knew all there was to know About love, lovers, loving, And accepting as fact that life had uncovered for me all its secrets Sharing with me the greedy passion of the glowing spots underneath its robes And the serene knowledge roving inside the coldness of its indifferent mind. So many levels of grey... so beautiful, all of them so clear to me. Then I opened the door to walk out and... you walked in. Were you there, waiting for me? The hunter reaching for its prey, Late sunshine dragging into day, Beads of insanity at gate Along with pain in silent wait, An infant's lay, Late blooming May, A promised dream, a smiling mate?... A smiling mate?... you echoed my thoughts As you entered the room, Kicked shut the door And took possession of my breath? I know fairies do not exist, I know. I am as logical and as realistic as any poet could be And know that dreams are but induced thoughts dressed in fantasies. Yet, when I opened my eyes and found the wound, I could not but hesitate in this absolute conviction And hide my hesitation from peers and world. You see, when I regarded the tooth mark on my chest I could swear it opened wings Opened eyes, Smiled, And closed itself back into a shapeless scar upon my left breast. She found her place, content. And as madness rolls her wagons upon the endless trails of my mind, My only comfort is that now, at last, I am not alone. A fairy joined me. In a colorless world, the green of those eyes are unmistakable proof. Fairies exist. And one of them encrusted its colors inside my heart.

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Bird Of Love Bird of love serene of beauty Seeds I feed you sweet and fruity All I ask is you surrender Live with me a life of splendor Warm and tender. Bird of love my life be tragic Let us dance to rippling magic Riding floating crystal galleys As your rhyme through sunny valleys Rainbows rallies. Bird of love you touch my morrow Oh, you pecked my bitter sorrow Open up your wings in wonder As my soul to rolling thunder Breaks asunder. Bird of love your freedom’s calling Soar your way, don’t watch my falling... Lover sweet, if I be flying And your love for me be crying I be dying...

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Goodbye Stains The stain, Suddenly flowing away from your eyes' sanctuary Left eye first, Spreading out, Its amorphous shape feeling its way hesitatingly down your cheek Its green trailing leftovers of blue mascara And crimson rouge And stretching longingly thin aquarelle fingers back home to your irises Yet irresistibly drawn to the wet harbour of your mouth Where the hunger of the dragon tries to extinguish itself In such ridiculous manner... You use a thumb Shyly Trying to wipe it away Yet all you do is smear it further Towards your nose Even your ear lobe, A living work of art changing its shape as I look And all you are able to achieve Is to leave a fingerprint somewhere between your right eye And your upper lip. The artist, the art, the signature. The ephemeralness of the creation Locked in the eternity hiding behind the shutters of my eyes. Keep your eyelids down lover, please, keep your eyelids down, I am afraid to look into the deserted irises, Green oases turned the desert white of drying lakes Shimmering away their blinding beauty Till all there is left is Crumbling mounds of salt. Please... I wince as you open your eyes, I dare... And glints of green slowly pull dregs of sanity back into my mind And I drown inside the lakes. I cannot help but notice the leftovers of a green thumbprint On your cheek Wondering how it got there As my senses join my body In its interminable quest for the bottomless serenity of those lakes.

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The Waiting Room Darkness, The darkness of waiting So deep That I blink and can't see the difference. If it was not for the temporary soothing effect Of extinguishing the burning layers covering my eyes I would not have known I blinked at all. Till the fire erupts again and I blink again. Same darkness, This most absolute of no colors And ignorance, Black. I keep my eyes closed Nevertheless trying desperately to get some color into my life, Knowledge, My eyes screaming for knowledge In the enveloping nothingness As dancing eddies of air carry my way the sounds of Shivering threads of fear Weaving themselves into a blanket of anxiety While strange hands touch your body uninvited Indifferent voices command you around Undressing you, tying your hands, sticking long needles into the slothful bane Residing cosily inside your depths And dreamily feeding itself plump in your life's gardens... I hear your scream of pain, The blackness suddenly whipped into existence by a razor thin line of green torment Cutting through my skin into my bone into my marrow, Green... I remember this green as I respond with a bestial howl Blindly groping forward trying to touch, to catch, hold... The line dies out, no trace, The thick tears in my eyes trying to magnify the view unsuccessfully And just the dark getting darker... Can black be blacker? I ask myself As I curl into foetal position licking the pus suppurating from my cuts And scenting faint traces of your mascara drifting through the air. The darkness lingers, Impassive, insolent. I rest curled down knowing that my duty is to wait Long as it takes, Continuously howling in the pain of the green flashes Till the one moment comes, When I open my eyes, And I see this single green dot advancing my way Breaking through walls Smashing through darkness Swelling, enveloping my prostrated figure in the warmth of a pulsating glow And slowly seeping through the open wounds into my heart Telling me with the silken touch of absolute tenderness Home... finally... back home...

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The Wait Freezing cold, My phone mute, I watch it pleading for the all liberating ring Running its flags-abounding parade through the air Carried by a herd of rampaging horses Straight into my ears When I tear the receiver off the cradle And listen to the familiar giggle on the other side... Sound... I tear the receiver off the cradle... silence... Damn you imagination As I smash it back onto its base Waking up muffled metallic bell sounds, damn illusion of reality... I feel the shiver running up my arms Through my shoulders Creeping down my belly where it hesitates before closing a vicious fist Around my entrails forcing me to curl and roll and groan As terror driven torture runs cordial errands through my frame Hopping from station to station in a flurry of loathsome joy Letting the scream in my head bounce between the skull's walls And hitting... hitting... hitting... Sound... I tear the receiver off the cradle... silence... Welcome you wretchedness As I smash it back onto its base Revelling in the agony bonding us for blessed moments, damn illusion of reality... The frozen stare looking back at me from the mirror, When did I get here I ask myself Seeking comprehension in the shaving cuts crisscrossing my face With red smeared declarations of unwarranted love As the sharp steel abusively touches my skin Deceiving my foolhardy senses into believing That a touch of much awaited serenity reaches out from the mirror And calls my name with sweet siren abandon... Sound... I tear the receiver off the cradle... silence... Away you buzzards As I smash it back onto its base And watch lips licking the dried up splotches of blood, damn illusion of reality...

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The Price Take the steel in me I offer it at going market price, cheap, The only steel able to build the sword and shield to battle your dragons, Take it and let the scaffold supporting my flesh crumble down In veneration to your life. Take my wings I offer them cheaper than any offer you may get, try, Because no one else has the wings that can carry your dreams to those heights, Take them and let my body fall to its perdition into mother earth's embrace So desireful of your life. Take the dreams I nurture I offer the cheapest dreams you may find even in the darkest of alleys, ask, Dreams that can heal wounds deeper than bleeding flesh smeared with poison, Take them and let my color laden nights turn the pale white of moon Singing poems to your life. The price you ask? Oh, so cheap, trust me... Your life, dear lover, pay me with your life. Live. And you may forget me.

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Silly Sing, Silly Song in collection: sillies Long the spiral of a shell Down of ocean's darkest well Hides a maiden's tender, lone Magic spell. Depth the loudness of a rant Hidden whispers softly grant Guise to lover's secret, pure Magic chant. Round a broken grain of dune Hind a lonely desert tune Sleeps a girl's forgotten, sweet Magic rune. "Maiden, girl, oh, lover dear If my heart I have to shear I will share with you my life's Elixir. Magic spell hides in my art Rune and chant guise in my dart Let me sleep and sink and die In your heart." "Silly boy, oh, lover dear Let me share your pain and fear I will drink my potion's due From your tear. Maybe magic paints your art Rune and chant poison your dart But my life and dreams I'll drink From your heart."

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Silly Melancholy Song in collection: sillies I will write you epics long Rolled inside a silly song Then I'll smile, you will not see The melancholy in me, Right or wrong. From my heartscape I will reap Silly songs for you to keep, You will sip the magic tune, The melancholy of June Cutting deep. Here I sit at end of day Casting silly songs away Hoping that one day in spring My melancholy will bring Whiffs of May. Laughter paints my lips anew Singing silly songs, so few, Never wish to feel again The melancholy of pain... Losing you.

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Silly Valentine Song in collection: sillies I woke up in this silly mood I turned in wings, and harp, and hood, The guard on duty asked me... Why You want to leave this patch of sky? The pay is good... You better curb this silly thirst. I didn't answer, not at first, I stretched, then shaved, then showered cold, And other things... which stay untold Or I be cursed... I packed some silly things, some clouds, Two out of fashion starry shrouds, A scaled down copy of His seat, Some lightning bolts... well, I might meet Some scary crowds... Then nicely asked my silly guard To put away his thunder shard You know, I told him, I'm too young I don't mind mining tons of dung But not be charred... Just let me take my silly leave Not all the cherubs are naïve, I'll tell Him, if he does not grant He'll have to cope with endless rant And petty peeve. Don't bar my way, your silly bulk Like... what's his name?... the green thing... 'Hulk', You'll fall to earth 'cause you know what? I've learned some judo, silly butt, You'll skid then sulk... Much Silly Thanks... a light then shone I was admitted to the throne, I was afraid, but what the heck All I could lose was get my neck In twilight zone... Well, silly me... He looked me down, Upon His head the sunlit crown, At sign of hand the room turned bare He didn't want a soul to share His sorrowed frown. He thundered... Silly years ago I gave you seven rangs of glow, I made you cherub number three, An immortality degree, And now you go? You silly, for one green of eye, And red of hair, and sweet of sigh, You give it up, the song, the might, The beauty of eternal light, And Me defy? I know her silly ache for you You met her on a bed of dew, Her human beauty rends your heart, Her touch has torn your soul apart, I know you're true. I'll test your heart... this silly crown, This sunset painted silken gown, To touch you can, to wear you may If in My kingdom you will stay And heed My frown... Yet, silly you, if leave you will To join humanity's long chill You'll lose your home, your sky, your star, And on your brow you'll wear a scar By holy quill... I kneeled, my tears a silly waste, My Lord, if I'm forever chased From home and sky and star and You And tenderness in You I knew... Oh, bitter taste... Then... silly me, her green of eye So stronger than my fear of die Her red of hair, her soft of skin So stronger than my fear of sin Dear Lord... good bye... My silly mind... was it a tear His icy eyes to seem to shear?... I fell asleep, inside a dream I thought I'm sliding long a beam And drown in fear... * I shivered... what's that silly sound... A car... my God... I had to bound And fell headlong into a ditch... A lesson self I'll have to teach Next time around... I entered... silly... Ladies' Room (the Men's had faced a vandal's doom) I stripped to waist to wash the mud... I heard a giggle, then a thud, A sweet perfume... Oh, silly shame, she stepped right in She watched askance my pallid skin, Then took a hankie from her shirt And neared to clean my brow from dirt... This wound... so thin... Oh, eyes... one silly inch away, Oh, answers to forgotten pray, Oh, green of forest's life to claim, Oh, red of hair a sunrise flame, I beg you... stay... Oh, silly smile... I'll never leave... Buttoned my shirt, then sleeve, then sleeve, Then traced the scar upon my brow Her whisper soft, her eyes aglow... I love thee give...

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Silly Sing, Silly Song, Two in collection: sillies Lover sweet I wish I was Customs officer third class, When you'd come to cross my border I'd apply the law and order To you, lass. Looking forward to the booty I'd apply excise and duty, Strict on guard and never lax I'd apply quintuple tax To your beauty. Hmm... you seem a bit suspicious Guess my day looks quite propitious, Smuggling is abhorrent crime Have to body-search this time Mmm... delicious. Yes, I'm the cashier as well Now prepare for paying hell, Let me see... a smile divine, Breasts... a pleasures loaded shrine, Lilac smell. Silk pretending to be skin, Smirks above a stubborn chin, Fires blue inside green eyes, In your mouth's silly disguise Mirth and sin. In my mouth you stick your toe?... Bribing officers of law Is forbidden... I'm awake Think I don't see in your wake Flowers grow? Listen, between you and me This report must stay PG, Some offences are too hot For the youngsters in the lot... Off my knee!... Let's just see what is your due... One big kiss... take twenty two... Fourteen poems... in your ear... Single answer... have no fear, I love you... Hm, what more?... a passage fee... Take my soul, and take my key... Key? For opening my chest, There, behind my left side breast... It's for free...

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Daisy Sillies, One in collection: sillies Daisy, daisy, Wild and crazy Stretching lazy In the sun, You're no chilly Like a lily You're as silly As a bun. Let'em roses Lofty noses As day closes Sigh and sway, Now when time draws And my spark goes, Paint your rainbows In my grey.

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Daisy Sillies, Two in collection: sillies Mid of meadow's winking glimmer Hind a spider's cobweb shimmer Yawns a daisy waking up Forest's youngest flower pup. Comes across a doe and wanders, Eyes the daisy, stops and ponders, Cries the daisy... Just this morn To the sunlight I was born... Comes across a wingless fairy Dimpled faced and sunshine merry, Begs the daisy... Please be sweet My first rainbow let me meet... Comes across a human fellow Slow of gait and manner mellow Plucks the daisy... loves... loves not... Torn and tattered... left to rot...

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Daisy Sillies, Three in collection: sillies Deep asleep under the willow On a white and yellow pillow When your teeth pull at my ear And your skirts flutter and billow. With a mind confused and hollow I awake, still stumbling follow As your rolling, flailing limbs In the flowers ocean wallow. With my right I hook your middle And my left your buttons twiddle Yet before my fingers touch You escape and ask a riddle. "Lover, fore I feed you cherries And your hand my nipple marries Tell me what is gold of heart And a crown of white hope carries?" Well, you know I have the answer (Need a rhyme here... let's use lancer) Else I'd pout and break the mood Like a two left footed dancer. "You mean gold of hearted daisy For the fool of hearted lazy Asking loves me?... loves me not?... With a brain that's kind of hazy?" And the rest as they are saying And her debts with... hmm... she's paying Mine's her cherry, nipple, heart... You, the others, keep on baying...

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Silly Red, Silly Blue in collection: sillies I didn't have a pen to write I popped a can of bubbling Sprite I asked you... lie upon the sheet... I poured the words around your feet, You rolled inside the sticky goo... Roses are red, violets are blue And I love you... I felt in need of lover's chat I picked a Pepsi can gone flat Advised you... let your eyelids plow... Then dripped a rhyme upon your brow With splashing droplets brownish hue... Roses are red, violets are blue And I love you... I needed ink upon the bed I dipped my toe in Ketchup red Implored... where is this mark from birth?... With grinning eyes you tore your shirt I scrawled around your nipples two... Roses are red, violets are blue And I love you... Of sudden had my brains to spill I used Budweiser for my quill Around your lips... keep back your tongue... You let me talk inside your lung And for the rest I had to queue... Roses are red, violets are blue And I love you... It felt so strange this joyful romp I tried a Honey laden stomp I filled my mouth... lend me your skin... My tip of tongue in mirthful sin Invading coins hidden from view... Roses are red, violets are blue And I love you... My lad... my body is a mess Your silly words my day's caress Paint me your words, your spill, your flood, Tint me your sludge, your slush, your mud, Remember as my kisses pour Roses no end, violets galore, I love you more...

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Where The Hell?... Hell. Swallowing you, Slamming doors Bolts shifting inside rusted rings Bridges hoisted up creaking above the rage of burning waste... Quiet. The sound of chains, The scream... Piercing in its mindless terror the walls of silence Boring into my mind Deep, deep... Hell. Bridges crashing down on bursting hinges Bolts shrieking outside rings Doors heavily pulling open Hell spitting you out... The blue stains of pain, The red scars of abuse, The bloated body demanding nothing but a lone corner To crawl and curl and forget... You raise a swollen face Your eyes asking an as yet undecided green or blue or grey question Your lips whiter than your teeth, You look at me... Oh, god of purgatory, Oh, god of heaven and its valleys, Where the hell... Where the hell did she find the power, the dare To crack her cheeks And put to shame sun and all of its wildly fluttering corona With the cutting tenderness of one hell defying, blinding smile?...

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I Will A woman. I met her somehow. Our paths did not cross, Fate made sure we do not ever meet, We never hear of each other Yet... I met a woman. I met this woman. Made me start wondering about the reliability of fate's designs. Made me start wondering about what I thought I knew about woman. Made me stand back, Amazed, terrified, in awe At the quiet power of... a woman. * Innocence stolen. A bud in the making, a black and white dream, A caged ray of sunlight at play in a stream, A morning, a sunrise wild happiness rife At search for a color to fill up her life, An innocent softness in love with the light... A man's boot of leather breaks day into night. Afraid... scared and lonely...no guide but her heart, A fragile lost puppy... the poisonous dart... Where, God of all heavens, did she find the skill To give up the screaming, get up, say I will...? Dreams stolen. The bud into flower, the dream into hope, The rays turning glitter down wild river's slope, As morning weds sunrise each new passing day She blows depth of color in worn shards of clay, A dreamlike forgiveness awaking to light... A man's raging bellow kill's dreamland's brave knight. Loud menacing shutters pour down on her mind As terror awakens with morrows entwined... Where, God of all heavens, did she find the steel To pick up her fragments, get up, say I will...? Tomorrow stolen. The flower has blossomed, the hope turned to song, A hot ball of fire is rolling along, The seeds she has nurtured turn day's sunrise wild In happiness' colors the sky dreams beguiled, Tomorrow's tomorrow is promised the light... A man's stinking fury is crushing the sight. A moment as ever insanity's dust Is pouring in gallons through crumbling mind's crust... Where, God of all heavens, did she find the heal To tear down the mountain, get up, say I will...? * A woman. Stricken, beaten, punished. Like a prize fighter, Groggy, Up again, Down, Up again, Smitten, Up again, And between the blows... finding the infinite strength to smile... When, God of all heavens, will you show the will Her mornings with rainbows and flowers to fill?

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Bloom Desert flower deep asleep Down your burrow's secret keep Hear my softly whispered thunder It's a song, if you should wonder, Laying dew upon your eyes, Laying smiles across your sighs, Breathing beats depths of your chest, Breathing warmth inside your breast, Pulling gently by your hand Telling you of desert's land Waiting deep inside its gloom For deliverance... your bloom. Nears the time of my long sleep, Just one petal... may I keep?...

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Darkness Darkness, deep, absolute. I open my eyes trying to penetrate the enveloping whispers, Whispers marrying night Marrying doubts A wedding with no music and no guests Except whirling swirling thoughts Dancing in a splendor of their own And blanketing me in deeper and deeper layers of melancholy... Melancholy, such a beautiful word, I taste it trying to get some meaning out of the letters' jumble Yet failing to do so. Does it rhyme with agony? Doesn't sound right, Something escapes me Probably intentionally so, does it have to do with the absolute darkness? With the whispers? I wonder what agony means... Sounds familiar, does it rhyme with melancholy? Do you love me? I ask her. Of course, she smiles and her finger paints clouds on the sand. Do you love me? I ask her. Of course, her laughter walks all the way to me and then back to her eyes Bouncing on to grains of sand that keep falling Sweeping her in their midst And leaving me behind with reflections of fading green. Do you love me? I ask her. Of course, as she dances from hand to hand While I keep gathering changing traces of bare feet on wet sand Competing with the rolling waves that keep wetting her toes Erasing the continuously evolving abstract creation And allowing a never recurring pattern to get born with every single sigh. Do you love me? And parting light envelopes the train of her wedding gown Leaving me in Darkness, deep, absolute.

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Dreams? As the sandman weaves your dreams Sewing gold along the seams, Red paillettes and pearls white, Moonlight soft and sunshine bright, Sneaks your hand upon my chest Softly waking in your breast Wants the shade of faeries lore Born in magic nights of yore. Sneaks a smile into your sigh As your yonder searching eye Follows horses wild of mane Chasing zephyrs down the plain And one maiden wild of hair Rides a fire eating mare Into desert's scorching heat There a lover's lips to meet. Pounding breath, a waning daze As your passion wakes ablaze Trading dream's dissolving veil Into fire ridden gale... Cut my mouth your hungry bites, In my chest a hell ignites And a fury skywards soars As we reach blue heaven's shores.

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Binary It's a binary world, I think Musing on a torn magazine corner Fighting hard to fit a few words on the white border And keep the car in the middle of the lane same time. Someone honks angrily, He is right, I pull back And smile apologetically Returning to my undecipherable scribble. This was planned originally to be a binary world, Man, woman, Night, day, Black, white... Then someone up there got bored with the simplicity of it And started adding grey levels, Lover, Morning, Brown, blue, green... What a mess... I overtake a car, He driving, she reading, Samson and Delilah, Romeo and Juliet, Lady and the Tramp... I smile, Pairs nailed in our subconsciousness Imposing their presence yet giving in to those shades of grey painting our lives, Treason, Death, Italian serenade... Phone call Forcing me to lift my right eye from the piece of paper Thus saving me for the umpteenth time from an unpleasant meeting with a lamp post. Words, Paired by human genius Passed on to us through generations, Love and hate, Crime and punishment, War and peace... I stop, I hesitate, Is it the truck to my right turning on its left blinker Or my mind In the sudden squeeze of a giant fist Before I dare write down... Pain and acceptance... I turn right, Another twenty miles to the safety of a parking place, Philosophy on wheels I smile to myself Though I don't feel like smiling. Pain and acceptance. Religion has its saints, Nation its heroes, Love its lovers. I park. Finally safe. Hungry for love. I hang back in the car before going up to the office, My mind playing tricks with my memory Changing sequences, Clinging to departing crumbs of fading visions That seconds earlier filled my field of view With such rich displays of dance and color. Finally I retain just words, Just two, Words, Pain and acceptance... Words... You rhymed... "if pain my reason swept Demented quiet I accept Just promise me, to soothe my soul My whole..." You sighed... "when pain upon me crept My hell with passion I accept Just promise me, to be my twin In sin..." You smiled... "of pain I am adept And riving torture I accept Just promise me, at end of day You stay..." Someone knocking on the window... are you ok? he asks. I shiver back to reality with a vague look on my face, Thank him with an embarrassed blush creeping into my cheeks And turn off the motor. I forgot even to turn it off... where was I visiting last minutes?... "Oh, woman, your dementing pain I wish to sweep like storming rain And for your shard of aching soul To give my whole..." "Oh, maiden, long your hellish pain A raging passion creeps insane I pray my heart your torment's twin And drink your sin..." "Oh, lover, torture's riving pain The adept lover's hungry bane Pour down my throat till end of day You see... I stay..." The door clicks shut. I lock it. I hear your rhyme, I hear your sigh. I hear your smile. Sorry my love, Told you that my memory has fallen prey to my mind's games, Can't remember everything, I am mixed up... Hear me smile?... Hear me smile?... Hear me smile?...

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Blossom You sit there. Pale. In pain, Hiding underneath the blanket, Flickering lights from the computer screen coloring your face's canvas While running letters print themselves on the white linen of your eyes. From time to time you smile at the mind's meaning And you wince at the body's pain Fighting hard to side with the smiles, with happiness. The scourge scrounging around and devouring your body, You will vanquish it, you know, Your will of life stronger than hell's demons, Your power of love flooding those around you, The one far from you, Your thirst for love absorbing the screen's colours, The screen's letters, The message. He loves you, you know. He loves you and no scourge, no enemy, no dark messaging angel Will tear away this certitude from your mind. Your eyes blink, your lips go through the supreme effort to smile And you wait For tomorrow's sunshine to bathe your body in its purity Cleanse it with innocence Dress it with love, love to the ends of time. The blanket deserts your shoulders as you fall asleep, curled, Warm in your infinite trust, Content. And as clouds start melting away from the stars A rose timidly starts blossoming in soft pink petal upon your cheek.

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Red's "Your hair has turned red," I said. "Of course," you said, "I've been through hell. It is on fire." "You are wrong," I said, "The fire is in your eyes, I see it." "You are wrong," you said, "The fire eats at my body." "You are wrong," I said, "The fire is in your heart. It consumes your passion." "My passion cannot be consumed, it is eternal." "Sorry, my mistake, should have said it differently, It is the passion that consumes you." You were quiet. Finally the little rebel in you decided to give in And not come with a counter declaration of her own. "You know, I know the paths of hell only too well, The highways, the avenues, the dark alleys, I've been there too often." "Your favorite vacation spot?" "I am its favorite guest." Quiet. "Did I tell you that once my hair was almost knee long?" "Fire red?" "Fire. I lost it in hell, In a past visit. They needed it for feeding their furnaces." "And you gave it for free?" "No, they allowed me to keep a patch of green. I plant there flowers, Sometimes kids come for a visit I see them smelling the flowers And I am happy." "Flowers in hell? Kids in hell?" "Yes, you know hell has very strong non discrimination rules, Everybody is welcome, The biggest democracy in the world." "And outside of it. And the warmest too." You giggled, snuggling closer. "Thank you for visiting me here," you said. "Not many would have dared. Not many would have found my street." I looked around, for the first time. The flame walls fluttering madly, shrieking their impotence to each other and stepping hastily back each time an obstinate daring son of flame tried to lick our green oasis' border. Spark butterflies tested from time to time their strength and flew in to die a cold melting death upon the petals of the few flowers pushing their stems between your toes. You closed your big toe and the one next to it, Picked one flower And brought your foot up to my chest Offering it to me. "Isn't it a pity?" I asked Taking the flower and tucking it behind my ear. "No, flowers never die here, Love never dies here. My oasis. My rules." You smiled. "Why?" I asked, "Why do you offer it to me?" "Because you found me." "It was easy, I followed your eyes." "But your eyes were closed." "Your heart was open." "My heart was on fire. It still is." I picked up a small switchblade from my pocket, flipped it open and cut a lock of hair from behind your ear. Then split it into three strands and braided it into a thin plait which I slid into my breast pocket. You got up and kneeled on my chest. I winced... "Hey, you're heavy..." and I smiled. You didn't smile. Your eyes fixed mine with a questioning regard. "Why?" you asked. I looked at the switchblade in my hand. "I thought I might meet a dragon. You know... hell... dragons... I know it isn't much, well, it is a beginning." I smiled. You didn't smile. "Why?" you asked again. I touched my breast pocket lightly. "Well, I had to braid it, to ensure I don't lose even one single hair. Hell can do with a few strands less. I cannot." I smiled again. You didn't smile. "Why?" you insisted, not blinking even once. I removed you carefully from my chest before it caved in, kissed the bald spot where I cut the lock from and let your body gently to the ground. I closed the switch blade winking at you... you never know... those dragons... and slid it back into my trousers pocket. Then took the flower from behind my ear and placed it to the left of your chest. Your eyes never releasing their grip. "To remember the red." "Of the hair? Of the fire?" "Of the heart. Of the passion." "I love you," you said. You smiled. I did not smile. I did not answer. No need to say the obvious, I thought. You fell asleep, Your left hand clutching the flower to your chest, Your right hand clutching the index finger of my left hand. The leaping flames never leaving us alone for a moment Indignantly chattering about complaining higher up regarding this infamy In their kingdom's middle. Who cared, you had a rental contract for life. A fire butterfly dared its way anew from the safety of flames, Flying close to us, Inspecting, hovering above the flower on your chest, then above your lips, Fragile antennae vibrating in a shower of white glowing sparks, Thin transparent wings stretched on a silk sparkling skeleton, Flaring drops of a golden color flowing down from its body Landing on your cheeks and bringing into their pallor the warmth of rosy color And life. "Shoo away..." I whispered trying to get the stupid small beast back home To the safety of its hell and its fire flowers. It hovered a few moments further around your ears Probably wondering which kind of a petal this one was Then as if finally conceding a last conciliatory gesture To humanity's grievances and tribulations, It landed on your eyelid. I watched, transfixed, As the wings stopped, slowly floating down to the skin, The antennae's glow extinguished itself in a last explosion of kaleidoscopic shrapnel And the whole body flattened itself across the brow, The eyelid, the cheek, Leaving the colorful imprint of a penciled drawing Using thousands of unknown as yet color hues. "My love," I whispered, "Even in hell there is a bit of compassion." I wondered if the tightening of your grip on my finger meant you heard me. Or maybe you were busy by now chasing the butterfly Across the splendor of endless dream fields Soaked in flowing green and sparkling life.

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Goodbyes The pain in those eyes So green and so wise The quiet so louder than forests of cries, The clasp of that hand, The roughness of sand, The happiness shivers where whispers were banned. A promise not made, A question not prayed, Your wishes condemned through the deserts to wade, Yet depths aching chest Hind soft shield of breast You know, day will come I return to your nest.

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Goodbyes, Two I never sensed it before. I felt sad at goodbyes. Sometimes glad. Sometimes depressed. Goodbye, as an introduction to a story Covering the time in between departure and return. We will meet again Or not. I knew it, accepted it, It was always fine. Goodbye, so what? Sad, glad, depressed... But this pain? Knowing that all I do is go to bed And the goodbye is just a one night's long sleep Till tomorrow we meet again?

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Arrival the last grain of sand floating lazily to its death bed, the plane's wheels screeching forcing the monster to slow down, my eyes closed... has it really arrived?... the moment?... flurry, movement, crowds pushing by, i hang back paralysed with sudden fear, apprehension that she may not come, that i may not be that dream she told me about and drain the colors of her rainbow till a simple black and white curve hangs limply from a green sky... green sky?... did i say green?... do i see color?... a figure advancing through the crowds, alone, the world floating around her yet not touching her as if she was part of another dimension, my dimension?... approaching me picking the hands hanging powerless at my sides putting them around her waist her hands twining at my back pulling, hugging, crushing, bold soft feminine forms merging into manly rough angular ones the green sky just inches from my eyes covering the full horizon and as those inches squeeze into nothingness and as my eyes lose their way inside that vast emeralds field i hear the whisper dissipating all of my fears... "welcome home..."

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Reality Your eyes, The green of paradise lost, God's hiding caverns storing his frustrations, His colors, love, Painful decisions trailing human deceit, The red of apple unbitten, Eve, naked, The innocence of love not found. You knew love exists In dreams, Certainly in stories many a penny, Maybe in others' lives With you as the spectator clapping hands and shedding tears Never part of the plot, never the actor. One day you blinked, The green spark for moments hidden from the world Looking somewhere, inside, Its beauty visible just to one, And when you opened them again You doubled up in pain, you winced, Didn't scream but the pain piercing your left of chest unbearable... And then you straightened up, You looked at the stain, And you smiled. Finally? Am I finally hurt? Is not just stories after all? And the pain spreads through your body, through your limbs And the smile follows in pain's wake Making sure wounds are opened, Raw flesh hurts, Spirit soars... Love, love unending has become your reality.

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Treasures Shall it be the purple diamond shaped in dungeons yonder sky Stolen with the wake of sunshine from the dragon's sleeping eye? All I wish is just a pebble carved upon a river's bed Tinted by the passing seasons with a stain of bleeding red,       And the day you leave my garden tell me... why?... Shall it be the well unending wisdom rich as never such Stolen from the hidden valleys way beyond a mortal's touch? All I wish is let my fingers reap a sweat drop from your brow And inside its saline kingdom lock my silent wedding vow,       In the parting soggy letter tell... how much?... Shall it be a flying carpet woven flowers thousands ten Stolen from the springtime fairy's fiercely guarded magic den? All I wish is one lone daisy dripping beads of morning dew When the petals I be counting to be ending 'loves me do',       If you leave with dawning starlight tell me... when?... Shall it be an ageless story penned inside a rainbow's heart Stolen from a godly herald weaving dream's undying art? All I wish is rhyme my passion in one single word of love Then I'll lay my green tomorrows in your poem's tender glove,       Never why? how much? when?... never... never part...

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L's Love, The incoherence of flames Lifting up from the heart of burning black coal Invading mind's chambers And licking hungrily the walls of its corridors Inebriating, intoxicating, Chasing away the oxygen of reason, The berserk gone inferno running loose through heart's paper fields Till all that is left Is a holocaust of the soul. Lust, The incoherence of madness Seeping in through minute vibrations of skin nerve ends Creeping long the bloody paths carrying body's vital shipments Then suddenly pouncing down upon its unsuspecting prey Claws rending tendons of patience into writhing worms of agonizing passion Tearing limbs, ripping body parts, The tormenting embrace emblazing every single thorn sunk in demanding flesh Till all that is left Is shredded remains gasping for breath. Loneliness, The coherence of nothing Ascending all around as the body slowly sinks Depths of deserted chasms and craggy soaring peaks Laid bare by the passing of flames And flurry of madness As they keep rolling on with no recollection of yesterdays' turmoil, Conquering new forests, scorching new oceans, The dry winds left behind playing games of roving desolation Till all that is left Is the terrible quiet of interminable sleep. And love's sweet bud Tastes lust's hot blood Till loneliness sighs And lovers' dream dies... The fragility of Love, The sweeping gale of Lust, The unending desert of Loneliness, L... for Lovers...

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Instants Was I alive? Am I alive? I listen to your steps As you pace thousands of miles away, Thoughtful. Does he love me? Does he really love me? You listen to my thoughts As I lay down paper words thousands of miles away, Wishing. I am alive. She loves me. He loves me. I am alive. We smile Never to know it was at the same instant, Never to know this smile's birth moment was the moment A bud bloomed. Funny, thought the scholar, Never seen before such green of petal this time of the year...

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Tremors Tremors, Starting at the finger ends, Not daring touch, Letting that thin layer of air squirm impotently between finger tips And skin While nerve ends stretch menacing to rupture the surface Asking for contact yet mute in their screaming agony Known only to the body, To a mind in desperate wait... Tremors, Running through arm's length Finding their way to shoulders, chest Feeling the end of their tormented road nearing As they approach that noisy shivering box all ready to absorb the pain in its thunder And finally letting them in While its melting warmth merges with the aching need Skipping vital moments of life Just to absorb single instants of love Finally reaching their destination. Tremors, Our first touch, Fingers, skin, heart, Final destination reached, I am home.

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When's You know, when you decide to smile And I get lost inside that isle With love demanding to unfold And sunny banks of sifted gold, A sun forgetful to set west And playing hide beyond that crest... I crave your breast... You know, when you decide to laugh I simply lose my reason's half, My tingling fingers turning numb As drooping butterflies succumb To painter's brush playing its part When life is imitating art... I crave your heart... You know, when you decide to sigh And honey spills inside my eye, And pearls dust from mountain streams Define the tint of waking dreams, And wishes take a midday stroll Deep down my waiting piece of soul... I crave you whole...

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Sparks I looked at the spark. Couldn't look at the color, I knew the color, I knew the shape, I didn't know the spark, it was new. I blinked, trying to improve my vision, The spark returning stronger, insistent. I wiped her eyes again, Dabbed at the left, then at the right, Then again at the left, Somehow it didn't help. The spark joined by stars, then flooded by mist, then again stars... I got angry, impatient. "You promised not to cry, You promised sunshine, Now all I see is sparks and mist and stars, Tears... You are crying, You promised not to." She smiled, pain, terrible, Pulled a handkerchief from her purse and folded it four times. "I promised, true. You did not keep my promise," She said, And started dabbing at the corners of my eyes.

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Thief Something is wrong, terribly wrong. I suddenly shiver, I am cold, freezing, The quiet in the room overwhelmingly surrealistic... Where did my heartbeat go, where did the gasps of my breath go? The shape snuggling against me warm, too warm, Her heartbeats, her breath the only sounds in the room... I shiver again, frightened. What is the matter, love? she asks turning her back to me And allowing me to cup her breasts in numb fingers getting number, Bad dream? I am freezing, I hear my voice complaining for me, I am cold, my heartbeat is gone silent, my breath is gone, I am dying. Am I? I hear a girlish giggle and she turns around to face me, Her eyes still closed as if in fear that I may steal that eternal inner luster, Her arms encircling my body Yet none of her warmth seeping beyond my skin's thickness... Of course you are cold, my love, I stole your body's warmth, I stole your heart and breath, Now I am busy stealing your life. And why would you do such a terrible thing? the voice that was once mine insists, I thought you loved me... it whispers pleadingly. This time I can see the giggle, not just hear it. Wrong grammar there, lover, If you insist on an answer then I insist you talk correctly. For a second there I am lost then suddenly I feel like smiling, Maybe there is a chance after all... I thought you love me... my voice repeats, Emphasizing the correct tense of the sentence. Good, she says and hugs me tighter. A certain sensation starts registering into my skin, a certain itch, Do I feel numbness start fading away, Are these remote sounds of heartbeat Reverberating in my suddenly reborn faint gasps? I will never bear you child, she says, Sadness tinting her glowing smile, I wanted to feel how it would have been like to have it. I had to borrow your life and let it conquer my insides, I had to merge our warmth, our hearts, our breath and lives. Now I know. Now you can have them back. The sensation of warmth enveloping me further, my heart beating, My breath causing hair ends falling over her eyes to flutter merrily... And what did you feel woman, tell me? I ask, Anger and frustration dominating the sound of my voice Love dominating the hold of my arms, Pain dominating my mind. She opens her eyes, looking into mine, steadily, Cascading torrents Chasing each other like wild puppies down flowers carpeted valleys, Green, green paradise. What do you see lover? she asks. Green, green paradise, I answer. Then you know, she says. She pulls the arrow from my chest and plants a dagger in. Why did you do that? I ask. Because no strange hand shall ever touch your heart but mine. It is you who will bear me child, lover. Our love.

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Five The smell of evaporating wax, A fizzling spark jumping away from time to time Its sibilating song dying inside the thick carpet while its one last breath Slowly climbed long a thin string of dissipating smoke way into our nostrils. The taste of chilled wine, red or white? just couldn't tell As a gracile trickle crawled lazily down your side of chin After we shared the mouthful which started its journey in my mouth And ended in the common chamber inhabited by our tongues and teeth and kisses. The sound of tango then slow then tango then slow, The low fidelity noise poorly yet devotedly imitating a concert hall's perfection And insisting that as long as hand lies on hip and breast touches chest The only accepted imperfection would be the sound of your escaping sighs. The touch of gossamer velvet stretched thinly upon fingertips Like delicate cobweb tracing permanent fingerprint marks upon the nape of my neck Its breezy flutter blowing tenderly through a waking landscape of tiny goose bumps Deeply asleep till that time in dreamless lands of blessed oblivion. The sight of dimming lights, my narrowing field of vision slowly giving in To the conquering onslaught of an approaching glow Shining past the thinness of rosy eyelids barely holding in the devastating fires Hungrily eating away all horizons, all reasons, all reason.

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