This is a photo of the Rio Grande as it winds through northern New Mexico.
~Moments
The poem of my heart is written
with a crimson
pen.
It begins at the moment
just before love
is tasted
When pupils eclipse
and reds blush
into cheeks.
The heaven moment
when the touch
of a hand,
causes the heart's beat
to quicken with desire
for the moment to come. . .
His hand slips onto my hand
and fingers
braid.
The gentle wind of his desire
becomes my own
breath.
With moistened lips he touches
my neck, anticipation
grows.
His love causes the great sphere to cool
so he can teach me to walk
on petal rays.
My beloved IS the whispering sunshine
that so gently smiles
upon my face.
He IS the winged beauty of my dreams
the keeper of my heart
and the key of my soul.
His love IS the bearer of my need
the perfect harmony
for my poem.
From many places
he knows my heart
and yet
touches them all
the same.
-Joee
March 6, 2009
my loitering thoughts,
muttering quietly, hedging against
the coming harvest, always scraping
at the roots, forever digging.
why can't i let them grow? faster, with easy care
fragrant with stems, growing hard towards the fruit.
the center of me, drawing from every level.
how do i bloom?
i savor the smells, the maiden taunting,
whatever you bring to me, steals my mind.
every smile from you like a light gold bracelet,
delicate and strong, unafraid of fire.
your fruit is the envy, starving the crowd in my hull,
i hoard your image from all of them.
no pouring, no command will turn me away from you,
there is nothing else to matter.
-by chris
Oceans of Delirium
In the mists of quietude,
I will fold the horizons
to bring you closer to my arms
Whispers of euphoria
begin to stir in oceanic rhythms
caressing the space between our lips
Each day I dream deeper
as I fall further.. into bliss;
into thoughts of you
Every kiss I blow towards you drifts
like a myriad of small ships sailing
each night under starry light towards
your lips, begging to fall deep into your
skin and drown in your body
I lay hypnotized in the tapestry
of satin winds saturated in brushed
silence of empyrean love spells,
dressed only in the light of the moon
Bathed in indigo,
unconscious in her beauty~
feasting in Love's tempest,
unfolding in a nebula of passion
Thru opal-fields I staggered in the ethos
of sunsets as your aura bequeaths my heart
in the mystique of your universe
Helplessly, I walk under your velvet
sky clad in the hunger of
valentine rain
Lucid in delirium
I cast my love into ethereal seas,
adrift in the nectar of your soul
where my ache bellows deep
for your kiss
~Arthur Crow
copyright 2008
Suddenly, and that's how long it took
Her light enraptured me in a single moments look
Every fiber of my being shaking uncontrollably at the very sight of her
I can't help but wonder if fate ordained that our meeting would occur
She is a picture of perfection, seeing her for this very first time
I want nothing more than to rest in her arms and to hold her in mine
Never have I fallen so fast in love with a woman before
My one wish is that these words will unlock her heart's door
You and only you, my soul wants me to say, I will love forever
Her heart would never want for affection, not now, not ever
Everyday I want to awake and look upon her face
As the years pass and her beauty turns to grace
Reality could replace fantasy, I need only open my heart to her and say
That both our lives have lead up to this moment on this day
-David Paz
Feb. 14, 2007
lodicalman@hotmail.com
Jagged Path
I am on a path
I know not where
it leads
and it cuts my feet
a jagged path
cutting deep
to find meek flesh
and lacerate my hardened attitudes
about my life
my friends don't understand
these friends who say they love me
cast me out
push me in
to the silence
between god and I
that place where I am required to be
to learn
but the problem
is that the two of us
are not exactly boon companions
as of late
oh, I love him
and I respect him
but you see I have learned
here during my long, lonely stay
that I am not bullet proof
my 21 year old mouth overloads my
46 year old ass sometimes
so I seek out god's path now
and he shows me nothing
Now, I know the light is there
it is just very difficult to believe it
I grow weary without the feminine energy
and my vessel tarnishes and slows
given the stewards my life had
my vessel rusts quickly
and I fear my dreams may not come true
so I rise and stretch my carcass
I reach out for comfort
and she does not understand
how can she trust such words
they sound too pure
words she has wished for so long
words she hopes from her man
it must be a trick
and the rejection washes the moment away
and I wear more shame on my face
how does a man put his heart away?
to retire his needs?
sounds too much like giving up
I don't think I can live without my woman
it seems like my own personal hell
and I am stubborn to enter it
now, I know the truth
women need security
men need sexual love
and you cant have the woman
unless you have the security to offer
guess I'm just not that handsome
thereby, not worth the risk
and the having of these artifacts of security
has never been a need for me
without the mate to share with
to bring home and lay them at her feet
world : security gets the woman's eye
me : can't get the security without the support of the woman
what happened to building something together
like I said, I'm just not that handsome
so, I won't back down
I will fight for love
I will find it
or I will perish in my endeavor
ok -- I really need to get out of this house
(c) mikkinoname 2008
I'm a thief
Yes I stole that moment
I stole it all for me
I stole your pretty smile
To keep for eternity
Yes I stole your words
I stole your angel's song
I stashed it all away
To keep me moving on
I stole it yes I did
I stole that lovely thought
I stole away a dream
but once again was caught
I'd keep it all for me
I'd never let it out
You'd never hurt a moment
For the dreams I live without
I look back and read
And it makes me weep
That its someone elses heart
That you want to keep
I'd set it all on fire
I'd burn it to the ground
Maybe in my ashes
All my pieces can be found.
I lusted yes I did
For what I don't deserve
I'm filled with all this poison
Yet you're the only cure
I close my eyes and dream
Of a heaven I haven't earned
Would you hold me in your wings
Even though I haven't learned
I'm sorry I stole your words
I'm sorry I dared to dream
I'm nothing but apologies no matter how it may seem
I'm sorry I truly am
For creating all this mess
Yes I dared to fall for you, to that I will confess.
-Jeff Boardman
(c)December, 2006
suprajeff@gmail.com
Dyssectazol
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A dreamscape of surreal enlightenment
opens like a flower
upon the doorway to vellerel misty moonlit veils
shrouded in Seroquellious fantasy.
Distorted eyes absorb reflected starlight,
expressed in serenvodex calculations
inscribed upon limitless blackboards.
END
-Matthew Sipress
May, 6, 2007
airlesslunar@yahoo.com
