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These are a selection of poems that I myself have written, mostly all are copyrighted and have won appreciation awards. Any comments would be greatly cherished! My latest “Heart’s Memory” is an epic poem which consists of three parts. I hope you enjoy reading them all, and once again, please feel free to comment. grazie.
CAFE
As it brews within these walls,
The smell perfumes the home.
The noise is of churning,
Can you wait for the foam?
Sweet delicacies from around the world,
What once was royale-
Only a pleasure for those up high,
Now is for the tongue of any- normale.
Natural origins from the equator,
A colour true to the earth’s ground,
Cultivated to rule the hours of the day,
The best discovery ever found.
Mixed together-
Sugar, sucre, Milk & crème.
Is it any wonder?
Of this luscious dream?
Some may want it,
Hot or cold.
But its warmed our hearts
Since the Ages Old.
©2008
HEART’S MEMORY
Beneath the waves, I wait.Drown in my own memories of regret.Time is still.To recount the tale—the fable,It was a chance occurrence of correspondenceAmongst the infinite net of information.Correspondence to correspondence,Our words danced in the wind.Our charms were cast and we fell.After a summer,A season of heat and passion,Our souls were ready.A single encounter, faces with hungry intentions.We were so young. Amongst the books,Books of nothing, yet written in words of emotions.Closed inside, heart to heart,We were so curious of each other,And I so nervous and full of energy.Surrounded by trees and crossing the river,We made our way along the path. The path that would lead to two cycles,Two cycles around the sun.Though we were young and in love, our eyes met with hunger.Green to blue, the spectrum of our souls were bared for each other to see,And my heart wide open.
REMINISCING STORMS
To all the hurricanes of the sea,Message to message,Word for word, we continued our struggle.Struggle with our lives.We were stormed, our fates blown apart.The wind blowing—so strong, so strong.Yet I hoped.I floated in the lake of my memory.A lake that would eventually become sea.Love turned to hate, and yet I remained, Full of verve. Coincidence, the sound of his name,Reminded me of his song—his charm. Time slows and time stirs so fast.All the wishes—wishes to best.Happy and in love, to be, and isAll I hope.Why can I not break the power of his charm?Want it gone, removed—to love again,To love another.But I do not want to love without,Without the memory of his face.My heart still goes back to him,At night,When all alone.My mind wonders,At what could have been,To what was close to perfect.Some day, I say,Some day, it will happen—together again.Again, somehow, someway.When we both are ready,Body and soul, heart and mind.To hope that,That he knows I remain,Always here—by soul beseeching. I wait with a heavy heart—–In the ocean created by our passion.The tides wash over me,As a prison, a prison of memories.Yet I am strong,Strong with the view of land in the distance.One day my voyager will come,And reach for my arm-hand in the pool of our passion.Walk again, will we?—Upon the beach of life?Free from the cold depths.Until we next meet, my nautilus.
OCEAN WAVES
Ocean waves crash,Against the dark and moist insides,Of my being.Every reverberation sounds a shock of memory,Of pain and love,Lost,Yet never complete with acknowledgement—–For what it was.Sea foam gushes in,In a residual of overflow, my body is a hurricane.A heart was wide open,With the hope of love true,But closed,As a tempest of time,Turned two years.Back and forth,The waves hitting the beach,Of everyday life.Within a secret outside,The bounds of “natural order.”Whether flower or bee,Pollen does not matter where it floats nor lands.Through dark clouds, rays of light hit the beach—–For only moments.The beach yearns for the crashing waves,Of something lost,Within the depths of the sea abyss.Do not fear,The tides creatures.Fear only the undercurrent of life’s regrets,For the hurricane has a legacy.A legacy of destruction. Within the human soul,There is a split between many.The truer truth of life’s voyage,Is finding at least one piece,Of common heart.I can hear the waves crash in the distance,Off my inner-self.An inner self, the depths of which are hard to recognize.One day the voyager will return,And the ocean be calm once more.The current will be as it was in the beginning,But only when ocean and voyager are ready,Ready to trudge ahead.But not before.
PRINCE OF TIDES
Moments crash against the shore.A hurricane of tears unleashes,Against the world’s inhibitors. Deep residual pain rises from the depths,Hoping to be resolved.The sea is so clearly,Full of emotion.Ripples,Ripples of shear energy course through,And hit the feet of the voyager.The waters crash against bare feet,Reminding him of its sweet embrace.Gulls sing in the near distance,Vibrating words unspoken—So many words.As he crashes against the more forceful of waves,The voyager is reminded of all the struggle,The struggle his being has had to go through.The voyager’s life has not been an easy one,So misunderstood.Only the one within the depths,Of the sea,Has turned away all fault.The one has loved nothing but unconditionally.Swims—the voyager,The time is finally right,Having many years passed.The salty waters wash over the voyager,A sea so entrenched with memory,And yet,A prison.At last! The voyager reaches the point,The point where his lover has been waiting.A hand-arm outstretches and breaks,The surface of regret,And they See.For a moment,Eyes of blue and green meet,And each is within the other.As the pools of emotions are settled, they walk.They walk—the Prince of Tides and his voyager, His nautilus. All the old is dead and they love anew,As soul parts,Until they are reborn—–To voyage, once more,once more for everything, for each other.
©2007
ANOTHER WORLD
Time goes by so fast,
I can barely hold on.
My grasp is slipping,
Your hand falls away,
And I fall. Into the abyss I go,
Another world to explore.
I travel fast, through the air,
Down to the sea that is under me.
The line that separates water from air.
I submerge below the level,
My hair and clothes suspended in what seems mid-air.
There is barely any gravity,
And I know I shouldn’t breathe,
But I do.
The moonlight, breaks the surface down to me,
My eyes open to a world anew.
Creatures suspend around me,
All glowing silver in the light.
They begin to swirl around me,
Gaining speed.
I have one moment of fear, before…
Before, I see I’m beginning to illuminate,
Not from the moon,
But from within myself.
A light unknown,
Begins to grow.
And the next thing I know,
Im floating up.
Up to the surface,
Then up higher.
Back up to you.
The light grows even more,
You can see it from afar.
You see a light,
Not knowing what it is.
Then suddenly it comes pass the cliff edge.
You know not to fear it,
You know it means no harm,
Only love.
It comes close to you,
Takes you into itself,
And we go both to another world.
©2006
THE THOUGHT OF YOU
Here I am again,
All alone, all to myself.
I want to break free,
Away from this prison.
I am entrapped inside,
They get some sadistic pleasure out of my torture.
I squirm and they laugh,
I cry and they applaud.
They see me,
But not the pain inside.
Waiting, just waiting,
To fly away,
Away to another world.
You did this,
You swept me away.
Gave me the courage to not listen to their words.
Whenever they spoke,
I thought of you,
And smiled.
You made everything so much better,
Just the mere thought of you was enough.
That’s all that I required to be lifted,
Up and away..
From this prison of mine,
What others would call home-sweet-home.
But how to the contrary,
It is nothing but a house of lies.
No one is able to be themselves when within these walls,
Only when the spark has touched the heart of the person,
Who dwells inside.
Will they find peace.
And you have given me your spark.
The thought of you sends shivers of pleasure,
And recollections of times past.
And another smile comes to my face.
The mere thought of you.
©2006-2007
FALLING ANGEL
The sound of your voice,
reverberates off of the walls in my mind.
So harmonious, so bold.
Your radiance can be seen from afar,
I miss your presence.
Your sweet humour, always brings tears to my eyes.
Your ebony hair,
and masculinity are your symbols,
the things that make you, you.
I wish you knew,
eres el mejor importa.
I sit here, listening to your song,
remembering times past, and conceiving of things to come.
I can wait if you can, and will if you do.
See-
-patience is one of my symbols.
Only days now, me coming of age.
Opportunities becoming ever more present.
The time has come for me to fly,
let me hold your hand.
Angel to daemon, my guardian you are.
My wings of pearl are becoming ever more dark as night-
One singed yet I do not mind.
It seems that I am falling- a falling angel.
For a devil, of sorts, merely misunderstood.
Yet, I do not care of his doings,
for he has taken my heart,
my soul, with him.
On evenings past, feathers have fallen,
some even now jet.
But you I trust,
even should we go to Stix.
Falling so fast now,
one wing luminously obsidian the other dazzling magnolia.
Together we are entwined, in the dark.
Passionate as ever, for I am a Falling Angel.
©2007
DAYDREAM
Night, a fire and candles lit. Uncertainty plays at our minds. I walk in, you are angel-esc on your chez. A through, of white barely covering your manly hood. Beckoning me to come further. The moonlight pouring into the flat,white washing the floors, walls, our bodies. A gentle wind blows through, disturbing the thin fabrique covering what little it was. You pay no attention, your eyes still affixed to mine, sensually and dazzling giving me permission to look. I move closer, my gossamer shirt mystically beginning to unbutton. You stand before me, you in all your glory. You unbutton the last of them, and eloquently push the shift off of my shoulders. All the while our eyes are rapt upon each other, mine gleaming green yours glint of blue. I push aside an ebony hair from your face, my hands now on your jaw line, thumbs caressing your cheeks. An evening of erotic and sensual passion ensues. Our bodies move in unison, the hotness of the fire burning around us, within us. I take you in my world, and I into yours. Angels of light and shadow, now both made equal. Our bodies beckon, every cell reaching perfect bliss. Until the moon begins to decline behind the horizon, and the sun welcoming in a new day.The candles all of wax, and the fire of embers. We are entwined, bodies still warm and glistening with perspiration. You take me close, for one final osculation before we slumber side by side, ‘‘til the next following night.
©2007
NIGHT OF CIRCUMSTANCE
In the dark,
I call out your name.
I don’t hear your reply,
I cant find you in the mist.
I fall,
My pants tear open as my heart does the same.
I continue,
Onward into the night.
Through a wood thick,
with razour-sharp branches and thorns.
One glances me across my face,
Ripping at my flesh of my cheek.
I call again, nothing.
A terror in the blackness,
Driven on breaking one’s soul,
One’s spirit.
She wails her terrible scream,
Sending me back and down.
I cannot see,
Cannot hear.
I get up,
The banshee gone,
Her deed for now done.
I spread out my hands,
Extending my fingers.
And arms go out,
And I call again.
Nothing.
I step onto something,
Unintentionally.
It breaks and I pain in my chest.
I reach down, pick it up,
And once I make out what it is,
Feeling its hard course surface.
It is a box,
It feels so heavy,
I find myself hard pressed to keep it in my hands.
I put it on a nearby stump,
And contemplate on opening it.
I can suddenly feel the wind upon my skin,
Where tares in my clothes have left blood dried.
And the moon upon my face.
I decide:
Open it!
With curiosity and fright,
I open the vessel.
I still cannot see,
But I can barely hear a snap of a stick in back of me.
I call out your name again,
And this time a whisper.
My sight comes back, and my wounds seem to heal.
And I understand now,
It was I who opened you to my heart,
And now I must be the one to further it,
Or to close the lid.
©2006-2007
