June 2010
14 posts
I have heard a certain sweet street song,
Of serpent tongued singers weep,
Beneath my watch point window,
Whispering, plaintive tones,
Of all things living,
Breathing, being,
All seeing,
Calling, captivating to the captive,
Continuing to conduct in symphony,
Secrets of the earth,
Sing to me,
Sing to me.
The simplicity of you is your beauty,
For beauty is simple,
Concealing no secret,
As the eye engauges such beauty,
And not your thoughts,
She is assumed to be the truth of you,
Yet you enlighten only the primal passions,
Naivety of youth,
Entwined in the parameters of your angles and curves,
Numb to your words,
I have shared tears for beauty,
And not for intellect.
“But words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought,...”
– Lord Byron (via deadwriters)
The skies darkened,
When you chose the brightest,
Of the stars which shine,
Imprisoned in your palm,
To be held within your eyes,
How can you justify,
Your capture of the beauty from my sky?
They fall,
Across my world as an eclipse,
Exposing the weakness of a man transfixed,
By eyes, and fixated by lips,
Gestures of delicate hips,
Amongst fragile words, spun loosely of this and that,
Moving calmly from that to this,
Your corrupting vices which entice into crisis,
All contriving, to electrify your touch,
However gentle,
You strike as lightening,
One glance, kiss, embrace,...
The Learning Phase
I
Wisdom is experience,
Yet far greater complexities it demands,
Be explained of its nature,
For so few can understand,
This knowledge is a commodity, the privilege of few,
The gift of the one, and rarely evident amongst two,
For shared smiles, of past portraits,
Are still, and silent, and empty in their stare,
The silken qualities of an evening dress,
The flame like fall of golden...
I could write us into a Shakespeare play,
And dramatise where words would betray,
Amongst Montagues and Capulets,
You a Juliet,
And I bearing Romeo’s name,
But my lines would transform from tragedy to subtlety,
In a world where I would know only you,
And you only me,
For a writer’s ability,
Is to imagine such a world exists,
With no greater story to live than this,
Passion...
Sonnet: Eyes Across A Table
I long to see thoughts and ideas dance in her eyes,
Alongside the distracting sparkle,
A vacant stare, whispered words,
Would only fail to satisfy,
If her invention, could summon only a discontented sigh,
Then would this expense of time be worthwhile?
Radiant in sun rays, a mystery wrapped in candlelight,
Your smile may delight, another, in life,
Yet your footsteps trace a distant path, to...
Elements
At times I am the empty being,
Staring sorrowful at a starless sky,
While at others I gaze,
Upon the flawless expanse of promise,
And give a smile,
Knowing this to be mine,
Mesmerised by constellations,
Yet more by stars which carry no name,
As the whisper of darkening clouds,
Tell prosperity may linger, only for a day,
Yet with its passing I am older and wiser,
In preparation for the...
Searching
In the search for simplicity I encounter greater complexity,
For, if the facts of humanity were presented to me,
I would only question further,
My burden is to see what others fail to see,
Seeking purpose,
Finding fault,
Remaining incomplete,
Questioning what binds me to you,
And you to me,
And the earth in its graceful movements,
Throughout our galaxy,
And the stars who watch this world,
Its...
A Lover's Dialogue
I extended my heart in a single glance,
And was rewarded with the capture of an innocent eye,
Within that mystery,
The wordless language of your body,
To possess my mind,
You whispered,
Just between you and I,
‘There is an eternity of what you seek within me,
In the clasp of hands,
And the parting of elegant lips,
I can tell of infinite secrets,
Yet being merely woman,
Simply human,
A romantic...
“The true art of the thinker is not to remain stationary in his work, but to take...”
The Exchange
I have witnessed elegance dance before me,
And entrance the eyes of the many,
Craving the spotlight,
A momentary chemistry,
Emanating from she,
A shimmering tear drop of the stars,
A beacon of fixation,
Who captures the lusting glance merely for the first part,
As the predatory snare lies in wait for the heart,
Which will follow unquestioning,
Cloaked and devoid of voice,
Welcoming her...
