Inactivated wish.

Cry in sorrow

alone.

¶

Miles between us

bring you

closer

to me.

¶

Kiss me with your soul.

Thrill me with your touch.

Excite me with your eyes.

Give to me truthfully,

for I long to share

my feelings.

Is your longing there?

¶

My need drove me to want you more than anything on earth ...

Knowing Her Soul

She's out to break your heart...	I don't care.
cheating, lying.	I love her.
She'll hurt you...	I can't go.
and tear you apart.	I love her.
She'll play her game...	I know she will.
and take everything...	But I love her...
but give nothing.	and I'll never stop...
...even if I die.

¶

All is fine

when she is kind

and holds me tight

all through the night.

We kiss,

tenderness,

singing one song

all life long.

¶

Don't change me

now that I love you.

Accept all in me

as I do in you.

Just be by my side,

no matter how I feel,

because I can't make it alone

without you.

But don't change me.

Only Us

Others have brought things my way,

but no one else will satisfy me

now that we've been one.

So let's hold each other

and love

again,

more this time,

as we did once before.

Only us

here

knowing only ours.

Lucky?

Yes. Here am I

since

heaven

entered my earth.

Self Pity

Missing, longing,

crying, waiting,

needing, wanting.

Yesterday's gone.

I can't accept today

without the past.

¶

Time --

easing hurt

slowly

wisely.

¶

I see the girl

in her eyes

with the woman

in her soul,

but how

can I show her

here?

¶

Good-bye tears.

A smile

came my way

today.

Hello, Life.

The past

is far

behind.

¶

Someday

when I'm far away

I'll think back

on the joy

of a young girl

and give her

a loving thought,

aware of our difference,

painfully understand

and somehow smile.

¶

I believe in what you say,

but when no feeling is shown

I question how deeply.

My heart has much to say

and needs a wanting listener.

Don't accept half of me

and deny the rest.

¶

She doesn't know

she loves me,

but I see it.

If she cares

she'll show it.

Will I see this?

¶

Pearls, rings, beads

sparkling

as you

glitter always,

make me dream

of a someday

when

we'll meet

as one.

¶

Arguing proudly,

caring more deeply,

each acting,

humoring,

showing

care.

¶

My ship of love

sails out to sea.

The sun is red

in a blazing sky.

The sea is calm

now that you're with me,

and my ship of love

floats in ecstasy.

Fearing Life

Following my heart

thought I

was smart

till I met you.

Believing your truth

thought I

was proof

till I met you.

Trusting in your eyes

thought I

was wise

till I met you.

Living on Fate's cards

know I

is hard

since I've met you.

Asking not your name

brought me

no pain

till I met you.

¶

When you see my shadow

when out

with your love,

walk in the light

and I'll be happy

sadly.

Though you stopped,

I didn't.

¶

Living
Open
Verily
Ever.

¶

Darling, you only,

no other copy exists.

No other eye possesses your loveliness,

more splendid than celestial heavens,

perfection

lovelier than all,

by far the most alluring,

colorfully alive.

¶

Rapping on my window

the wind cries out,

"Go to your true love

and come to life."

I hear the snow

falling to the sidewalk,

calling me to a softer bed

where my limbs enliven,

becoming intoxicated

with the sparkle

of her self.

¶

Little noticed calendar

changing face

silently.

¶

Soft-hued lips

parted divinely

invite

my youth

to paradise.

¶

Predestined Meeting

Our eyes met each other's heart, as we gazed across the moon of many lovers looking and found in a crowd of loneliness.

Our first dance we knew romance would reign in our lives, as we twirled across the floor fixated on one another.

Our walk home erased lonely tunes as we spoke through our eyes and grew closer, still, one taste on our lips, one song in our hearts, one trust in our minds.

¶

A day or two away from you

seems like eternity

where left alone

I dream and think

of all the things

you've done for me

and all the joy we've shared

while holding hearts.

¶

Her only fault, if one at all,

is gazing into someone's eyes

then going off without a word

to hurt the soul that she now owns

unconsciously.

¶

Kiss me with your lips

so I may savor their warmth.

Hold me in your arms

gently, as I return

your tender kiss

and feeling embrace,

the ecstasy from being

with you.

¶

Adolescence

Naked innocence

intensely desiring

contact

beautifying life

youthfully.

¶

Learning
Others
Verily
Exist.

Escape

Mother's home. No longer free. The music stops. I write to thee.

Now you're here alone with me. The music starts. I write to thee.

Always love within with thee. Soft thoughts ring out. I write to thee.

¶

And Love Shall Know No Boundaries

And love shall know no boundaries,

and the light of life

which we share

shall burn eternally

and forever be ours,

and Nature's winds

blowing freely

shall forever refreshen our spirits

united loyally

to each other,

and love shall know no boundaries.

And love shall know no boundaries,

and the warmth from the sun

will ne'er compare

to our generous feelings,

and the sky shall grow higher

as our visions escape convention

and pursue universal understanding,

and love shall know no boundaries.

And love shall know no boundaries,

taste no bitterness,

fear no monster,

feel no cruelty,

see no selfishness,

nor hear any lie,

and love shall know no boundaries.

And the very earth we walk on

shall be but one of our meeting places,

and the stars and heaven beyond

yet another,

as we

together

enjoy with wonder and amazement

unlimited love,

and love shall know no boundaries.

And love shall know no boundaries,

and our love shall flourish

causing others

to STOP

in awe and adoration,

and multitudes will follow,

and stars of reality will sparkle

nonendingly

in the eyes of all,

and unity will bring expansion,

and knowledge bring humility

and understanding,

and the entire walls of existence

will vibrate,

and trumpets will fill the air with exclamation,

resounding, flaring, blazing,

and the echo of love will be absorbed

and never-ending,

and love shall know no boundaries.

And love shall know no boundaries,

and the sweet, and the gentle

and the kind

shall prevail,

and Beauty and Virtue shall kindle the hearts

of all life,

and God shall touch His soul,

and smiles will soften one's gaze,

returning man to the strength of his youth,

and love shall know no boundaries.

And love shall know no boundaries,

and can't and won't will be stricken

with gladly,

and pleasure ideally related,

and confusion shall drown in insight

with Wisdom,

and truthfulness shall brightly sing.

No more will darkness fall,

not even in the blackest night,

and directions will be followed,

sincerely sought

by believers,

and love shall know no boundaries,

and love shall know no boundaries,

and love shall know no boundaries.

¶

Love Is True

Ah, yes it is true

that each day of the year

my love and I sup

over candles;

and our hearts we do handle

as wisely as heaven,

for our love has given us

us.

And sure it is wise

to exchange with an eye

kind virtue and strength

beyond limit,

for our joy

stimulates

and emanates gently

as sweet smells from flowers rare

sweet.

Behold, love is real

every moment we live

in this gladsome world

of desire,

where our wants

light the fire

that guides every soul

to the way we dream of

here.

¶

Always You

I can't go one page

without saying I care

and gratefully showing

I love thee.

Respect, admiration

bind me to share

these thoughtful glowings

with just thee.

Though bound to the world,

my loyalty to

your heart gives me

knowledge, new freedom,

new visions and sights,

gay wonders, clear delights,

that enter my mind buffeted

by cool winds.

Love

A kingdom powerful,

exploding, controlling

the fate of emotions,

everything

within and about,

great, flourishing devotion,

always, hoping

for everything.

¶

Returning

(After a friendly visit)

Swift as this wintry night

closes the eyes of workers,

travelers, bums, babblers,

do-nothings, know-nothings,

tinkers and thinkers,

my words of concern

fly o'er creation

capturing

in a glittering moment of ecstasy

excitement,

inspired by the deep-rooted presence

of another beauty

here not long ago

and remaining, guiding

contributing to the maturation

of a knowing, youthful,

intense, aware person

struggling

to deserve this accolade

of humanity --

struggling.

¶

Victorious Loss

Man and woman loved in Eden,

playing, laughing, drinking freedom's

innocence -- believable,

heavenly, unforgettable.

When Adam ate what Eve had eaten.

From the Garden they were driven,

starting sin Original,

causing pains unbearable.

Sharing this sadness burned, taught

two shamed souls, alone, distraught,

anguish immeasurable.

The loss of God, miserable.

Now he and she are never apart,

though severed from their Heart of hearts,

not for all eternity.

In Spirit they conquer grief.

Only the moment

in your eyes

reveals.

¶

Imagery -

painted dreams

alive.

¶

Hello Tomorrow

Naked 'neath strange covers

alien to my past

but definitely

part of my present situation,

satisfaction enters

with acceptance

of here and

now.

¶

All important, Time,

govern

how I fill you up.

¶

Earning Rest

A ball-point clipped

to the back of a page

marks the point

where progress rested.

Strewn on the floor

among papers and poems,

created works,

futile efforts at wisely relating

meaning,

the worth of life,

a happily-exhausted soul reposes.

¶

At the Lodge

A flickering, waxen candle

spins wobbly shadows

about my cabin blanketed in snow.

With the skill of the rakish wind,

it causes my mind to wander

to imaginative lands of

splendor, glory, love,

peace.

I drift into the frosted crystals

lining every window

glistening like moonstones,

the serenity of young lovers

mirthfully

running in the light snow

of spontaneity,

and sigh,

"Nature."

¶

Brrr ... Mmm

Cool, chilly linens,

lined

with the freshness

of a January air

stealing in

through an open window

next the bed,

my limbs give up

under your threads.

Wrap me

in the awakening tenderness

of sleep and dreams.

¶

Ready

Itchy blanket gone

now,

a friendly cloud wrap

takes me away

in silence.

Imagery guides,

joyously enlightens,

flavors

my mystical visit

to dreamland,

and I snuggle closer

to get warm.

¶

Wonderful One

Ever-present hunger

sates only when

writing

to bring you here

to dwell

behind emotions.

To ease solitude,

I caress you

with words

uniting worlds

physically apart,

longing

for the thrilling touch

of your flesh, and sight

and all.

¶

Out With the Bad Air

Crackle, snap, crack,

pop, sshhh, wooo.

There goes the rubbish.

Open the damper.

Let the refuse burn.

Bottles split, cans melt,

Sweet Life peas boil over,

and a virtuous act

of kindness

manifests itself

in the burning of the trash

in this blizzarded lodge.

Oh, no! Aluminum smells awful.

Sshhh Quiet down, wind. You're so wild and frenzied tonight, sounds of strangers approach as you toss gales of snow against this fury shelter. Please soften. My soaring imagination dreams a safe landing and I don't want to know of wandering games. ¶ Here Now Till Then Caught in the active silence of a spiral cabin's talent-developing interior, storm windows closed to a snowy gale, a solitary candle burns, a young man's hand glides across blank pages giving life to words of aged understanding. Trapped in an abandoned tower, a rest place for insomniacs, as buckets of powder heaped by invisible men bury farm fences, and stalactite icicles shatter on frozen walkways, discovery beckons him to exercise his memory, escape and reflect on the internal and surrounding beauty. Eager, pursuant perfect learning, ever yearning more knowledge -- answers to badgering ideas, differentiating right from wrong -- seeing, hearing, tasting, smelling, touching, frontiers sighted on a horizon not too far away draw closer with each magically charming word of concern. To Stay or Travel Shall I brave the stimulating air and chance to walk into the cold outside this shelter so I can be invigorated? Under a fleece quilt, I stare down my furred overcoat hanging but a few steps away. My woolen sweater's even closer. My dry boots seem to say, "Appreciate me." New leather gloves lie on a bureau untouched. Must adventure lure me from my posterior for me to decide? No. Though no trivial matter, outside it is. Though freezing, I confess I knew I'd go. I just wanted to write something first. ¶ Loving Doubt Why care what strangers speak, if I am ever true? Pardon me, my love. I doubt a life complete with you. Of late my thoughts fly far to future lands of learning, loving, understanding why, sagely acting and reacting to vibrant stimuli -- people, places and ideas divinely created, aiding heavenly strivers, hell-divers, unconscious toilers, players at happiness. Your doubt breeds mine, concerned questions, the human result of intensity manifested stupendously in the magnetically active mind of this lover's youthfully searching, wisdom seeking, deeply interested, but painfully alone soul. Vermont Scene Insulated in garments of ice and snow, rolling hillsides seem to smile, personify pride, bear Nature's beauty without question. How refreshing this seasonal alteration, these white slopes. Soothed and caressed by violet clouds afloat in teasing winds, they imitate a joyous face. An orange sun rests here, illuminates a red upon red cabin in yonder vale, a distant character happily a part of this wintry landscape. (After walking through and with the countryside) Greeting Nature Walking more than agrees with me. Its stimulating, invigorating variety takes my breath while strolling down the ice-paved roads of Northern New England, where travel excites, enhances, romances, frees my spirit now at ease. I feel grand like rolling on and on, and on, and... Following nature elucidates, enlivens my knowledge, maturation, life. How wonderful to walk this land and find myself at home in God's domain. Heaven is in my heart, in palm trees, Miami's shore. Love is all around, in good friends, rich and poor. Life abounds with joy in the air that we breathe. Happiness proclaims in the sights that men see "God is everywhere for everyone. He's free." ¶ Grace Lake or Lost Love A lovely maid named Holly dwelled along Grace Lake's green shores. Everyday she'd smile softly for the world to see that her fair soul was born to purity. Cross the lake a youthful student lived; David Christian was his name. Everyday he'd wonder deeply, for that's how he was, if one fine day he'd ever find true love. The kindly Reverend Power taught the school where both loves met. Everyday he'd pray wisely for truth and freedom from fear of death that challenged his delights. One day, walking, David espied Holly with some girls. Right away he smiled heartily, for, at once, he knew that they would share eternity together. Sensing an intruder, Holly turned to catch his face. Right away she wondered overtly who this lad could be, then caught his eyes and danced within their joy. Seeing alike feeling on the face of one another, pleasant was their greeting, gentle. With the thought of love completely shared, they hungered more for more. From that day on (forever), they were never seen apart. In all ways they smiled wisely, following their hearts with sage concern for the beauty they enjoyed. One day they went swimming in the cool, clear emerald lake. Brighter day not known, dearly they swam, laughing, free; two hearts of glee underneath an August sun. Suddenly a stillness filled the air about this sight. Cloudy skies appeared quickly, followed strongly by an ominous, furious wind and total blackness. Grace Lake became stricken with a death-defying force. Terribly it cried out, aching oh so totally, that all the town turned pale hearing its wail. Drawn into a whirlpool the young lovers drowned as one. Lost to time but holding onto life beyond, gifts of untold bliss enfold them in eternal arms. Two hearts, from life taken by a fate past their control, conjoin, inspire hope in abandonment, that one day all will find the gift of love they found within Grace Lake. ¶ Smiles -- gifts to awaken emotion. Atmosphere -- necessity to those poetically united with life. Poetry -- rhythmical sounds picturing experiences. ¶ Ode to My Feet One little, two little kingly feet, ten toes, a heel, other bones, flesh, entrusted nobly to a gracious bearer walking carefully but excitedly onward, stopping only to discover what's there and share joysome findings with who's there. Crunch, crunch. My feet talk to the snow, greet the earth, understand its solidity, welcome its stability openly, gratefully. How regal you are, splendid, as all shall be, when feet we meet, treat feet as feet. ¶ Hope Red-eyed under the light of a waning candle producing fantasies within its flame, hunched forward in thought, a straining poet lets his pen soar o'er galaxies of paper. Dreaming only of love, this dying sentry watches the night fire, dives into its mystery. Sharing love in the past, this youthful believer trusts that his insights will one day sing, "Alive!" Love She received a hand-made card and returned his kiss. He received some home-made fudge and returned her kiss. She cooked supper and they ate. He ate all his plate, then he read some works to her. She thought he was great. After this, they each made fresh and went up to bed -- freely giving to each self. Next day they were dead. ¶ Ode to the Sun Morning sun, open my eyes to vibrancy, that I might imitate your majesty. From your palatial position in the sky you enervate summer days with golden rays of light and energy. As dawn lightens, the lark brightens and invites sleepers to arise and embrace your inspiring face and loving constancy. Glorious sun, fill up my capacity for pleasure that I might happily emote, "Existence!" ¶ Love Meeting Eight o'clock, a chilly evening well established, shuffling feet and squeaky door arouse me from creating. An honest friend surprisingly greets me and I startle, gasp, return a weak hello, wonder in her presence. Faster than light deep-seeded emotions surface. Fantasizing myself whole, I cry out her name. Catching a glimpse of eternity within her eyes, inhibitions like walls fall. Desire summons me. I knew nothing but the sound of a lilting voice, the touch of thin hands, the thrill of warm lips. Eight-o-one, and I'm melting into someone dancing like a fallen leaf in mid October. ¶ Embracing When you trust and believe in eyes holding the promise of fulfillment, fill up with hearty sighs the instant before parting inviting lips, inhale another's breath longing to drink yours naturally, follow Destiny's lead, clutch a freely-given hand, and shine as loneliness subsides, engulfed in the passionate limbs of another joyously aching within the magical mystery of ideal love become real, realized as everything imaginable, everything you're capable of hoping for in the wonderfully imaginative world of creation, and feel you were born to dive into your loved one's wanting eyes, and roll and float to heaven in each's arms, annealed for all time in the splendor of surrendering to peacefully exist as one. ¶ Good night, my love. Cuddle close to your thoughts, and I'll be there. ¶ Let's Love Let's not worry about sadness and what might be. Let's enjoy, and give, and learn from each other now. Let's feel the sun caressing our fiery passions blazing whenever our eyes meet, and see beautifully alive people enamored in one another. Without question, let's accept (beyond readily) these new desires overflowing wondrously outward and inward. Let's ponder the tenderness inspired in every moment God's grace provides, marvel at how close we've become, how powerful our empathy and touch. Let's love now. ¶ Unity Love is looking out, beyond the closed doors and shaded windows of our fears to people and places a part of ourselves, when we, wanting and believing love is natural, shed robes of indifference and cheerfully greet the face of Being magnanimously. Love is looking in past situations straining laughter from people caught tensely in the pain of past rejections, when we, letting loose rebellion, seek understanding more than inadequacy, for somewhere in our protective chambers gifts of joy abound. Love is uniting without and within with the life-giving force mystically gracing our spirituality. Here we, wandering and wondering, enter imagination greater than ours, and so, become more than men and women. Sharing faith brings peace on earth. ¶ Studying past memories I know You were always there. ¶ At Brigham's Numerous delectable offerings enticingly laid before me, but my hunger for you is greater, so my order is light that I might still fly away with my thoughts of you. ¶ At Boston Conservatory Winking, smiling, warmly shaking an old friend's hands with contagious warmth, the spirit of your truth, wonderful one, esthetic tears swell, cheeks rise tingling in the splendor found feeling alive for the first time, as I'm bound to share excitement. ¶ At the Cambridge Coffee, Tea and Spice House Warmth abounds the atmosphere sweetly scented. Spiced cinnamon, apple, holly, hyacinth blossoms lighten my spirit. Valhalla never knew such aromas. And yet, the kind counterman personifies loneliness more feeble than my startling handshake. Do I alone appreciate the heavenliness of this place called earth? ¶ Upon Talking to a Friend Offering acceptance, hope coupled with understanding, trust that the future holds clear, luminous pictures, love beyond comprehension, a wider way than now, we spoke of Paradise, God's beatific light, attainment, life. ¶ Everywhere my eyes travel, all they see is you. I leave my pen only to drink more love. ¶ On the Subway Commonwealth Avenue, Beacon Street; well chosen names for lanes of togetherness, sharing, light. Readers, gazers, wonderers amazed with indifferent souls with shallow concerns, youth reaching out, age looking back. I accept my present destiny and write of scratched metal poles, weathered leather seats, and eyes revealing the past and what's to come.

¶

A Thought

What made love die

was self concern and planning.

What made him cry

was lack of understanding.

What made him smile

was pleasant inhibition.

What gave him life

was fruitful exhibition.

¶

A Face

Restless youth,

do you desire love,

or, already knowing it,

seek growth?

¶

While Sitting on a Step Near the Top

When I recall missed glances,

I want to stop

immediately

and look into your eyes till mine expire.

Therein, I'll take my chances

with my porous

sensitivities

and consciously abide within desire.

¶

High heels

elevate persons

to be noticed.

¶

Yuletide Passing

Christmas is over, thirteen days gone.

No more the sight of bustling throngs,

candle-lit windows, tinsel, mistletoe.

No more sleigh bells, faces all aglow.

Blue spruces and firs adorned with bright

colored bulbs and mirrors reflecting the light

of children -- young and old -- running about,

past street corner tollers ready to shout,

"Merry Christmas!" as carolers enter a park

to sing after dark, kind greetings that spark

fond memories, hale laughter, soldiers in bars --

lonesome contrasts to the fun -- pumpkin tarts,

home-made breads, bottled preserves, families

enjoying turkey roasts and veggies creamed

with sauces too tasty to describe retire

to today's news -- "The church is on fire."

Christmas is yesterday, remembered by some,

forgotten by most in the rush to move on,

a vapor in the minds of preoccupied others,

felt all year long in the hearts of young lovers.

¶

Dizzy Spell

When exhaustion settles in

and my eyes begin to spin,

hungry to write, I mail

my thoughts of you in Braille.

That is, when I let go

and surrender to vertigo,

I dream you here with me

spiraling in a dream of peace.

¶

Upon Entering the Library

Caught gladly in politeness

for you,

humor in my soul and all around,

I laughed, as others did,

when I asked if I could study

within your spell.

¶

The Morning After Heartache

The morning after heartache,

the air cleared,

our death revealed,

I hope for the future

relief from stresses silenced.

Painful tears crack pallid faces.

Numb, exhausted,

gasping for breath stronger than ours,

convincing myself my true love flourishes

somewhere else,

I echo the hungry

the wanting who seek reverberation

in the heart of another.

Touching this vision

reproduces, stimulates a new dream --

my soul involved with my complement,

our hearts eager to expand

under sacramental skies

the horizons of faith

in love.

And so, I pursue

what I can only imagine (Or can I?)

a lady closer to my heart than mine can bend,

the woman who will expand

my soul's dimensions,

while I realize losses can't confine.

The morning after heartache I pray, "Be mine."

¶

Break Through

Listening outside

conversations understood,

amicably attentive,

subconsciously longing for you.

Pop!

A finger snaps.

My reaction to your face

surfacing above the lonely,

drifting far away

in a wish for someone like you.

Breaking through

the crowd, the barriers

to isolation fade.

We smile and seem to know the future.

¶

You Are

Contact lenses removed,

my eyes blur,

but I see you

clearer than before

we parted.

¶

Off

Sitting alone in another's home,

I dream of the Irish countryside

and sigh for you to be there.

I see us following each other,

running, laughing, holding hands

in a land of poetic enchantment.

¶

Futile Touch

On a darkened living room floor

light from a dim kitchen

casting mute shadows,

two adolescents

embrace wants.

Trying to restrain a hard truth

-- they belong apart --

seeing only wishes

caught partly in each's heart,

they force a kiss.

For a moment they forget why

they have to stop

believing in their fate, yet

with miles of self between them,

they escape.

¶

A Mood

An apple-scented candle

centered on a souvenir ash tray

provides an appealing fragrance,

and my weary senses react.

I inhale the fruited flame and drift to sleep

in a reverie of harvest season,

recalling the myriad cider mills of New England

and the time of year preceding Winter's night.

¶

Good Night

Music's halted sharply by a thoughtless hand

at my kitchen table. At three a.m.,

three boys, four girls barge in on

my creative hours.

Thinking of themselves alone, boisterously

they prepare to retire from a wild evening.

Aren't I lucky to endure their

unbridled glee?

A long pause. I continue, as the last one dies

inebriated with an inferior god,

and bid, "Good night." to mine

before joining sleep.

¶

Thank You

Sheltered from a light but penetrating wind,

in an above-ground shelter, I contemplate

the cool air I huddle to escape with friends

awaiting the subway.

In this quiet environs, I'm hypnotized with

a breath of crisp air more intoxicating

than rum and coke, and reflect on the wind

and my companions.

Blessed the grace of a new day.

¶

Flight

Flap, flap, flap.

Pigeons fly through the park,

ma ke a sound like bicycles

laced with aces.

Flap, flap, flap.

¶

Music

A church bell tolls,

catches my ear with each chime,

welcomes me to Boston Commons.

I run to enter the sounds

flowing through stately elms,

and sing a harmonious song

to the chime, chime, chime of the church bell tower.

¶

Learning

Having finished Shakespeare's Sonnet

number one sixteen,

on the nature of love never dying,

I feel the same.

So I memorize his verse,

his iambic refrain,

that I might, also, discover

from whence he came.

¶

Happy Sight

Love notices not mistakes,

nor wrongs thoughtlessly committed

before encountering its joy,

but gifts in another's eyes,

complement in a touch,

indescribable sighs,

happy tears,

kind acts,

vivid remembrance of a parting,

hope in an aspiring voice,

humor in a shared wink,

feeling in feeling,

thought in thought,

word in word,

what lives in a mind,

in a person needy for existence,

from loneliness crying out for acceptance.

Love sees all,

understands everything,

caresses creation with inspirations

inspired by Itself,

flows into children,

totally encompasses eternity,

incessantly blesses

true lovers.

Love sees love.

¶

Limited
Man can give and create,
show development in life,
constant progress, deep affection,
and know moments of happiness,
but man cannot love alone.

¶

Impoverished Scholar
Sadly overweight, heavily breathing student
of music,
struggling for air and peace,
unable to run and dance
as sprightly as you dream of feeling,
why punish your soul with a short life?

Are you unaware of asking, working alone and thus
working?
As you complicate smiles with thoughtless ways,
think of your father and sweet mother,
and strive to make them happy.

Strive to make those who gave you life
know the emotion motivating your songs.
Diet.

¶

No Time for Harshness
Clickety, clickety, click, click, click.
Typing to you is not for me.

Banging out words I love to seek
seems impersonal, even though more quick.

And so, I quietly roll my thoughts
homeward on my pen.

¶

Blank pages before me,
soon you'll know
my love.

¶

Kiss
After the dance
you came to me
hungry for my touch.

I touch you now
with charming words
brought to us from above.

¶

Letting You Know
I hurt my hand the other day.
I hope the pain will go away,
so I can be
unscarred and pure for you.

Actually my fear ain't that grand;
my worth more than a wounded hand.
My pen got caught
in the rebounding rhythm of life.

¶

The Night
Warm limbs melt.
My soul beneath your sensation
springs forth ecstatically,
calls me to your eyes
reaching out
like vines.

Entwined hearts.
My senses repose in relating
something I can't explain,
more beautiful than light,
falling snow,
a child.

Two children.
My ears hear not the piano
playing in the den,
but only the whisper
that escapes
your sigh.

¶

Better Looking Now
I'm handsomer since we've met,
no longer hard and forceful.

You've given me power to bend
and not be such a horse's --

More people smile at me now
that I've given up fighting,
mostly with myself,
the thought that only winning satisfies.

I've won you, and you've opened me
to appreciate my good-looking guy.

The book of love lives in me.

¶

With Brotherhood in My Soul

How great to be outside again.
My spirit replete in sighs,
December's whiteness stimulates
my heart, my limbs, my eyes.

To walk in love for everyone,
to cry, "Here I am, Life."
with faith and trust in all I see,
beside myself with joy.

Time's faces talk aside to me,
trying hard to respond
to the light streaming forth from me,
"Show us where you've been."

¶

Beauty in the Night

O, Beauty, in the night,
your fragrance brightens this garden
where I return to capture youth,
look naught away.

Shine your lantern on my face,
my mind. Turn your face around.
Let me see the hidden truths
of olden days.

I beg you pass my way
and help me remember how
to write the midnight poem
before I die.

¶

No Greater Woe
I've known no greater sadness
than the night my love walked on
seeking whatever in some other
without a drop of consideration.

Overtly expressing rejection
of all that I hold dear,
my heart lurched into a crevice,
a ravine immersed in tears.

Black rain consumed dark forests.
My actor could not hide
the pain and anguish of love lost,
the bludgeoning of my pride.

¶

Bereft No More
My heart I no longer carry.
You hold it in your charms.

Together,
constantly sharing,
beholding countless joys,
our love knows no stronger model
than ours.

No one else feels more eternal,
directed towards and by Heaven's glory.

My past is no longer lonely.
It vanishes in your arms.

Forgetting,
never controlling,
but letting angels guide,
our fears disappear like memories
of childhood.

No one else embraces my holy
search for true love. In you I'm carried.

¶

A la Gare
A monumental, spacious interior,
wide barren windows empty as the night.
Outside a single taxi waits on a ride
from a midnight train yet to arrive.

The echo of shuffling feet departed,
disgusted, yesterday's dreamers
crush cigarette butts on a marble floor,
a third-shift sweeper drops into a barrel.

A distempered, pitiful sot,
weakened by time and a bottle of wine,
glances suspiciously at everyone.
Brutalized minds decline in the violence.

The stench could kill, and it does,
as smokers cough, sneeze, wheeze,
make the rocky road more difficult,
defy the laws of nature without sense.

Spittle, evil eyes express contempt
for what was once called beautiful,
or so it seems, and so I leave
for the harbor of the cold night air.
#
Sonnet I
Skipping across these pages in color,
I brighten my thoughts of you,
creating words of orange and yellow
as primary as Florida's sun.

Amid the warmth of e'er-blazing passions
caressing my mind, my love,
I write flaming songs, tender and constant
as the tide at Daytona Beach.

Touching the sky, then stretching higher,
I reach up that I may soar,
painting trails to truth, wisdom, beauty
above earthen boundaries.

Breathe the secure life, inspiring lover.
Resound, through your own, joys sublime.
May my smile be a sure guide to heaven,
and you dwell evermore in love's clime.

¶

My Soul
Red rose blossoms,
indescribable beauties
scattered by angels
fall on me.

Fervor, youthful ardor
consumptive mystery
lead me to cherish
liberty.

What a garden!
Alike Adam I bask in glee,
innate wisdom,
and God's peace.

¶

Gladsome Me
I won't trade my life for riches,
follow luxury or ease.

I won't sell my hopeful wishes
and give in to what I please.

I may not leave this world famous,
known by everyone I see,
but when I pass I'll remain
in the force of poetry.

¶

On Growth
A feeling of compatibility surrounds libraries.
Whether of prestigious front or humble edifice,
I love to dwell in their vast interiors.

Book-lined shelves support each level,
plain brown tables my thoughts.
In a thinking chair,
I relax in the quieting atmosphere
pursued ardently by seekers
of every age, enjoying individual histories,
expanding horizons,
widening oceans of knowledge.

Studying among research fellows
of various faces and reactions,
everyone questing,
I behold eyes beholding mine and
jump to a conclusion --
open-minds desire confrontation,
sagacious ideas,
development that halts time.

Directed to journey a cerebral lane
towards self-beseechment
by a voice within,
I explore the why of anywhere,
tension a foreign word,
and wonder if Noah Webster
likewise elated
in the warmth of these friendly houses.

¶

Change
Having toyed with self-destruction,
denying life lives in others;

having tasted bitter corruption,
relying not on my Savior;

having felt woeful rejection
hurrying past my concern;

I've learned the need for correction,
and pray love will soon return..

¶

Woe, Kind Heart
My pen sags under a heavy heart,
struggling feebly to comprehend
why this juvenile rejection
rips my ribs apart.

My eyes see nothing except grief.
Unimaginable anguish destroys my sight,
unable to visualize laughter.
Tears rule this vale.

O, tormented mind, grasping at
any possible help from human hands,
so cutting your sad reflection,
leave, lest I implode.

¶

Praise the Aged
A gentle blind man reminisces,
relaxed with memories of youth,
reminded of the hour
by passing acquaintances.

Feeble, yet stuffed with experiences,
he leaves a family cafeteria
with a sense of another's
presence, someone broader than time.

Braving December winds, ears muffed,
a light seems to burn deep within
his gait, beneath a hat
tugged snugly over his balding head.

Without help, he pulls on an overcoat
frayed around the cuffs. It looks
like a present from an old love,
a gift he cherishes.

Over thin, sinewy, aged white hands
black leather gloves slide on to match
rubbers already in place
on this traveling man.

So defined in his appearance,
he grabs a cane, white and red-tipped,
resembling a poet's pen,
and goes for a walk.

And all who gawk do so impressed
with the graceful way he carries
his handicap, as if
they were the blind.

¶
Mannequin
Adults, children stop and stare
in yonder store window
at a wooden woman's form
sculpted more sveltely than many,
where you beautifully perform
as if human.

Footlights brighten your oaken face
capturing passersby with eyes
Sagittarianly straight,
as distant as Orion,
poised in self refinement.

Apparent beauty attracts onlookers
gazing past the forest of your birth.

A controlled smile, constantly pursed lips
hide nothing from anyone
except unapprehensive dreamers
trusting appearances, dauntless your lie.

Refusing to admit they seek it, buy it,
deaf to the reality of your hardness,
punished by Folly's desire
they somehow find
dreams in you.

¶

Gone Again
Sixty-nine, will you bring love?
You've begun with too much sorrow.

In pains renewed, my heart abused
by the thoughtlessness of others,
laughs abound. This foreign sound
compels me toward tomorrow,
to eyes of light, a soul like mine,
a truthful, loyal lover.

¶

Maybe
Maybe music in subways
would lighten the load of those
constantly running from one another
fearing the thought of goals,
shy to ebullient moments,
cold to honesty,
awed by their face in the mirror,
hardened to confident glee.

Maybe anxieties and sorrows
would vanish in a short time
if we listened to soft music.
Perchance, we'd more oft smile.

¶

Run Boy
Squeeeeak!
Sprint for the subway.
It arrived before you did.

Dash down the road.
Don't hesitate.
Don't be afraid.

You'll never see these people again,
so leave them an image of youth
running like lightning
to catch a moving train.

Squeeeeak!
Run boy. It's leaving,
and you have to travel home.

¶

Expand through Learning

¶

Plea
Please, muffin,
don't wrestle with me.
Come out of your wrapper.

Empty, fatigue limits my
ability to contend,
so give in.

¶

From the Ruins
The hardest pain you'll ever bear
is drudging without love.
Alone, distraught,
with senses tossed,
no one to help you widen.

The deepest wound you'll ever nurse
is knowing silent love.
Inside your heart,
when your love parts
no songbird sings sweet music.

The saddest sight you'll ever see
comes grieving parting love.
You don't belong,
know right from wrong;
can't blinder be a blind man.

The shortest time you'll ever find
comes binding genuine love.
When church bells ring,
you learn one thing;
there's never enough time to cherish.

¶

Sadness, restlessness --
the results of unfinished eyes.

¶

Rockabye,
rocking chair,
calm my active mind
in your soothing
rhythm.

¶

"This is it.
We have arrived."
A small voice whispers
inside my mind.
Whose is it?

¶

Green light,
go, go, glow forever,
let my youth pass through.

True to love,
only One can hold
your heart.

¶

Boarding the bus at a small town station
tired eyes stare back at me.
I climb steps to a, "Welcome aboard!"
and marvel at the contrary greeting.

The bus ride to Hartford,
normally pensive,
tonight is a tiring journey.

Lost between space and time,
a wide yawn looses
my mind where troubles once docked.

¶

Leopard Lady

Widely traveled, leopard lady,
your broad-rimmed hat draped down
shades rock-hard features
from the sunlit eyes of children,
wondering in the night's unknown
how you acquired your feline stealth.

Indifferently depositing your luggage,
nonchalantly snatching a ticket stub,
you wander onto the midnight coach
bound nonstop for the "Big City,"
where leopard ladies sharpen their claws
before shaking hands.

Seated alone in the back by a window,
but never once looking out,
are you afraid of your image
or wary you won't like it?
You could if you'd hurl your hat away
and liberate your ebony locks.

¶
#

To my savior friend, God.
Thanks for everything.#
Behold Her There
Behold how she walks under the evening sky;
long flaxen hair tousled over graceful shoulders,
holding a head so perfect stars shudder amazed.
Personifying Beauty,
she brightens the moon's white glow
streaking across space to surround and follow her.

Wonder how her aura reflects the light of God,
attracts celestial beams from glittering admirers,
focuses Creation's envious eyes upon her,
and causes time to stop and awe,
bedazzled by the brilliance of a pure being
ascended into time.

¶
Girls were made to love
in the most special way of all --
with love.

¶

Prudential Tower
Above this red brick city
admired sincerely seekers
stretching their eyes to the rising hills
of a horizon beyond the immediate frontier
below,
where past and present
mingle in traffic jams,
gazing at stalled speeders
hurrying, for the most part,
away from the panoramic mountains
into the timidity crowded cities can provoke,
though not admitting this to themselves or others,
I wonder how to touch
the sparring souls below
with the beauty found above
the foolishness of worry and small thoughts,
with deep-seeded faith
and grow wise in esthetic knowledge
of what the truth holds.
Hoping to learn from the hill Maker
how to educate
the Boston town to His charity,
I simply pray.
#
Altruistic Goal
To influence people
aim, strive for perfection.
Don't permit mortality's veil
to cover betterment,
prohibit weakness to dominate,
or detrimentally affect well-being.

To motivate people
dedicate your intelligence,
commit your will, employ talents,
eliminate ignorance
from the minds of men and women
and empathetically show self control.

¶

Light Away
An oil tanker rusted, gray,
creeps slowly cross the moonlit bay,
past tall, impressive tolling spires
summoning our hearts' desires.

On shore a fire engine, red,
rushes toward a blazing barn,
beyond an airplane taking off
a runway to the ether's loft.

A train conductor checks his watch
assists a lady on the dock,
and in a well-packed cramped car
two tots roll down back windows.

A glimpse of time held blithe and gay,
I follow people on their way.

¶

Cheer Up
The mighty world grips
a teenage waitress,
pimpled but not breaking out;
knowing why,
or caring to.

Of meager ambition,
unfriendly, unlike the South,
far less cordial than one might expect,
hiding behind a self conscious glance,
beneath an order hastily scribed
with nail bitten fingers older than sixteen,
without one "certainly," "yes," or "of course,"
if I were you, I'd get another job.

Now I Know
Thinking back on the loves I've had
but never knew,
the hands I've held but never touched,
that eyes that looked but never saw,
I want to return
and touch them all.

If only wiser had we been,
we might have closer grown,
let truth come between us, then
love, we might have shared honesty.

Revelation finds me now
deeply longing to show
the wisdom of the Only Love
with everyone I know.

¶

Traveling
Blitzing the Garden State Parkway
past the shaded backyards of neat houses,
a Little League ballpark,
a carefree gang of youngsters
tossing a football around,
I wax nostalgic
and wonder
if they know what happens after the game.

Cutting across traffic,
winding around bends,
road signs directing us to a destination
beckoning us away from yesterday's game
which prepared us for motion
and more important scrimmages,
I span the road ahead,
everything in sight,
sponge the wholeness of this experience,
write, that I might later relive it.

Pleasant and not-so pretty scenery affect us.
Reacting to our existence,
like it or not,
we learn to discern
the multi-faceted composition of our country.
Growth is our; two traveling friends,
racing through New Jersey
rolling on through time.
#
On the Boardwalk
A winding, spinning Ferris wheel's
red-orange seats, bright as the sun,
evoke a gleam in a young boy's eyes
turned toward the lively melody
of an antique calliope
ground by an old organ maestro.

Whirling, twirling in pleasure,
loud vibrant laughter rings out wildly
o'er the incoming tide,
as wide smiling faces,
spinning, cling to happiness,
floating, gloating on the Ferris wheel.

¶

Stop and Listen
At the amusement park,
jungle arcade on the beach,
people don't seek people or the sea,
but idle over money-hungry games
challenging their pleasure and wallets.

Couples walk hand-in-hand
through a mist of briny air,
laugh to escape passing sorrows
indulge in cotton candy, buckets of popcorn,
while a soul-seeker,
simultaneously watching the evening tide,
wonders how to help his fellow man,
teach the humor of our games,
share the beauty of the sea.

¶

You
Your life-giving smile's as warm and bright
as the yellow-orange sun at twilight,
and yet, you hide in the depths of your soul
waiting for someone to believe in you.

Your sensitive feelings bruised oft by one,
incapable of hearing your innermost song,
move on, little woman, you're way too young
and charming to cry. Dare to smile again.

¶

Tears
Glycerin waters
flood a lovely face
pining for love,
perfection,
crying alone
with no one to hold,
kiss her feelings
and deep tears.

¶

Shine
April sweetheart
aflame with desires
unexplored or realized,
why surrender your passions
without discrimination?

Wherever you travel
seek the high road's
excitement and perpetuity.
In the land of eternal light
yours won't burn out.

¶

On the Shadow of a Fence
Tight-roping the shadow of a fence,
I juggle a grocery bag of goodies,
balance capably on one leg,
run, jump, twist, and land safely
past a whistling postman
eager to deliver seasonal greetings,
and dance while humming my favorite tune.

¶

New Jersey Turnpike
Sweating factories shovel discolored chemicals into the air,
pierce olfactory senses with progressive pollution.
What an ugly growth on the face of America
mired in spiritual wantonness,
all shades of fear and loneliness.
The soot-topped roofs of buildings
rusted where chipped paint appears
subtract from enticing ads for the beach.

Ominous, spoiling ...
muck-sucking bulldozers, steamrollers,
dilapidated barns, antique crop dusters,
abandoned silos left to stand alone;
sulfuric-gray ash making noses wrinkle,
eyes bleed;
deserted billboards pleading, "Come back."
flat, frozen fields of weeds choking one another;
a nursery wherein fledgling evergreens
pine air unmolten with unkindness.

Humored
by spinning radar towers
instrumentally guiding onto runways
aviators fortunate to fly above the horrid sight;
saddened
by laborers toiling to lay more concrete,
nameless union-puppets, gravel graders,
steel-eyed truckers callused at the madness
of soil-narrowed, oil barreled warehouse lots
only left by flight.

A massive metal bridge spans
an escaping waterway,
and I speed over it,
continue past
the senseless,
upsetting panorama
of the confining, congested highway.

¶

A Fishing Conversation
"It's getting worse every year. Y'all remember
twenty year ago when you couldn't drop your
line below the surface before some a fish
come a nibblin' on your bait?"

"Yeah. I guess so. There ain't nothing out here.
I think I'll pull in a way."

"Me too. I'm turnin' into a nervous fisherman waiting here."

"So long, Sam."

"See y'all tomorrow."

¶

The Pier
Firmly anchored, in the path of high-arching waves
rolling and crashing beneath the fisherman's bridge,
at your peninsular end
spectators drop quarters in telescopes,
listen, and watch ...
baby seagulls skitter for bait remains;
a sagacious raconteur excites a foreign couple;
a handsome Black child gloats,
broadens an ivory smile
elevating his prize winning catch --
a two-foot sand shark;
fishhooks of squid, worms, shiners
lofted through the salty mist
in synchrony,
alike an enchanted dance
orchestrated by accomplished hands;
the restful sound of the powerful surf;
the beautiful curve of the world
ocean-lined on a horizon
shaded with beds
of refractive clouds
floating across a crepuscular boundary.

A dream-blue sky and secretive green sea
call all aesthetes mystically away,
when they venture to walk
on the sturdy, historic,
friendly, scented pier.

¶

Mighty wave,
roll me
home to shore
alive.

¶

Gentle breeze,
tickle
my skin
with outdoors.

¶

Streaking jet,
sky-write
a song
for me.

¶

Gliding tern,
carry me
away.

Everywhere you look
hotels congest
the shoreline
with city.

¶

The Auction

"All right, folks,"
(aside: i.e. suckers),
"we have four of these marvelous pocket clocks
you can fold up for traveling.
Do you think these would make a good gift?
Fine."
(aside: I might see a hand, but it don't matter.
I've gotta unload this crap tonight.)

Seated on wooden folding chairs
surrounding by cheap furniture,
china, another's junk,
unsuspecting senior citizens listen,
marvel at the smooth-talking auctioneer
and his guerrilla cohorts, pseudo men
slithering into their wallets and frail hands
with phrases designed to deceive.

¶
Surf suds below,
wash up
a picture
of friendship.

¶
Songs
emergent from stars
unite me
to the distance.

¶

Daytona Beach
The skyline o'er the sea
melts into the distance.
The shoreline of hotels
burns the eyes of poets.

Earth's beauty is divided
by drastically different sights.
The breach of time subsides
until we see God's Face.

¶

Carelessness
I brushed a bug
too hard;
no more a bug.

¶

Winter by the Sea
Winter by the sea
reminds me of when we
ran along this shore,
hungry evermore
to taste the sun, and you ..
abounding in God's truth.

But you're no longer near.
Just thoughts bestill me here,
and so, I walk the sea
with sweet memories of thee.

¶

Florida,
your changing climate
broadens my vision
opens my scope
of learning.

¶

The Midway
provided laughter
to children,
distracted them
from searching true love.

¶

Barefoot Boy
A barefoot boy
runs down the beach in Levis ®
after the sea
in a barefoot girl
striding quietly in the sand,
encounters her smile,
enters the fount of femininity
and finds
a dream come true.

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