Find here a gift, given to me, shared with you,
the gift of the muse Erato. She is as the legend describes her: impossibly beautiful, impossible to
deny and beyond mortal strength to endure.
the gift of the muse Erato. She is as the legend describes her: impossibly beautiful, impossible to
deny and beyond mortal strength to endure.
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Other Then
From the Dreamweaver archives
Lay me where the cleft
moons rise
Script lay of love in
language high
Drawn fluted rune a verse
devise
Writ poet's tongue to
shallow'd sky
Till bolder comes the rise
and call
Seductress tempered feral
sound
Birth chanting chorus begs
the fall
A dancers leap lands lover
found.
In candled ways cold days
rewarm
Fire buried wick flame
froth'd a foam,
Sans pain congeals
conjoined form
Mold mate of man to forge
a home
Entrain'd in woman's
begging moan
Plea echoed heart to loins
to bone.
Nah, can't happen, don't be a damn fool.
You're mature, pragmatic, cynical, immune…
She was never more than
a dream image anyway,
A fiction born of
vulgar base biological urges
According to those
sterilize the world in morality.
A man can't lift the
weight of a crown off a dreams head,
Lift the heavy mantle
of expectations off her shoulders,
Grant seventy two hours
as woman instead of dream,
One hour for every year
accorded the life of man
To make love to her,
with her, laugh and play,
Make a symphony of
delights in the nerves of her body,
Hold her warm while she
sleeps, dry her tears,
Give back to her a bit
of what she gave so many
Before she has to put
that damn crown back on
Go back to being the
Queen of Dreams,
sanctuary for the
lonely and displaced…
I don't miss her, not at all…
Yea, right, and if you
believe any of that?
I have some prime real
estate
for sale in southern Florida…
Lover's Secret…
Oh darling sweetheart
lover mine
God twas sweet, so fine,
sublime,
But here we are all warm
and wet,
Little chance much more
we'll get,
So lover we should rise
and dress
In smiles await the
evenings' best
And since we have us all
the day
Go out in search of other
ways
A happy love might
laughing play.
LaMH_18
How can you make a map of
life
to show the roads need walked,
people and places along the way
and the lessons to be taught?
What color a pin marks the
hobo
who filled one beer soaked night
with pirate tales of deals and sales
smuggling opiate dreams of might
consoling the angers of little men
who bemoan their life's lost fight?
Find me a symbol for
afternoon lady,
who mostly worked clubs by night,
her wisdom of sadly sin sullied love
from confessional pillows laid tight to
comfort she vended in sexual ways,
for both lonely genders same price.
Where is that line will
twist and curve
to be measure of courage and heart
dwelled in a body so broken and frail
just standing was championship part
seen walking one morning a hero…
laid waste to self-pities weak mark.
LaMH_37
Me? You gotta be kidding…
I'm
waiting on an axe to fall,
A
shoe to drop, a voice to call,
I'm
waiting on this rock to roll
When
high tide turns free a soul
From
achy itching angst-ish scenes
Prison
gates forged sluff't off dreams
Of
life lived large in movie memes
Dared
killer cool'd assassin queens,
Tame
the shrew, renew the scene
Ne'er
will leave a silver'd screen…
But
sure, why not… deposit is paid,
Undertaker
ain't going nowhere.
FETISH and FREAK
see here world LOOK at me
see the way I am
bolted marred the open scar
wounds by mine own hand
REFLECTING what I think of you
your ways set sad as sand
scattered on an icy road
before my day began…
watch me world at my play
games of pain and shame
some feed my INSANITY
and some just hang a name
on moves among the HOPELESS
drones conforming to the lame
AFFLICTIONS as the coin earned
that buys a claim to fame…
oh doctor lover make me well
you with dirty hands
slice away with scalpel LIES
cut future failures stand
mantra molded to the SHAPE
of pauper parents bland
DESPAIR cinched tight as any wire
bound blood vain virgin clan…
NO… fuck you world go away
you'll never get it right
pale horse a-riding painted up in white
blindfold captive HOPE of love
will penance serve each night
in gleeful SINS of dirty sex
scream cum alone cum fright
pay terror for the children's HURT
your world dealt for spite.
Mea Culpa
I who speak so oft of love
oft chew the bitter rind
of what the fates left
above
drowned canyons of her
mind
and I who speak so oft of
peace
do battles full fierce
start
with foes my fears offer
lease
as wardens on my heart
and I who speak so oft of
hope
despair will hang for
blinds
around sad truths I can't
dismiss
wounds time ne'er go to
bind
and I who speak so oft of
free
wear chains of clan and
kin
shackled every morning sun
compassions' brutal whim
and I who speak so oft of
dreams
oft ration sleep to parts
that bodies rest be not
the mark
where nightmare's race
will start
and I who speak so oft of
life
roll life like dice benign
that tumble up a tiny
score
against deaths' running
line
and I who speak so oft the
code
of logic sans Descartes
amend my days to hold the
way
Pray God will take my
part.
LaMH 42
A magic man and a major muse
Went out to lunch one day
And over the tea and strumpets
One heard the other say
"Sweetheart we've a lot of power
In how these children think,
They who live within the walls
Their shamans twist and shrink
Until the little darlings crouch so low
In misery and drink
Crying for the faith they lost
Before they learned to think.
So lover shall we take a hand
In helping them to see
That all the things they're pining for
Are generally quite free?
Should we put it on the street
And dare the merchant man
To try and claim a copyright
On verse pen’d God’s own hand?
Santa and a Stern Lady
Santa you know it just
isn't fair
When is you who keeps the
list
Your own name's never
added
To one says made or missed
A full year of being good
lil boy
So now you must answer me
this:
Santa my love will you
trust me
To know if you need be
kissed
By leathers to lay on a
stinging,
Reminder of time spent
remiss,
Or will you be such good
lil boy
Should I now surrender my
wish
I’ll suffer soft torment rescinding
A gift of deep
lips…descending.
Shackles gold there she
wore,
Abiding mark from fetters
torn
As freedom won for
passion's core
Compels a dream of loves
reborn
To misted moon by hunting
horn
Soft sound the cry all
sisters form
Balms willing pain of
virgins torn
By thrust of lover quick
and warm.
Beguile she now dreamt
hunter's heart
His hunger fanned from
coals to flames
Full lights the forge of
carnal art
Love's secret smith
eternal claims
That pride melt down to
mold the part
Of lover's shackled heart
to heart.
I can't decide which is the favorite, for all are in their own way! <3
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