The energy is desire

Our breaths trust upon yours
our descendants depend on me
the energizer is desire
The right comes from Divinity
Little Eager's will keep us apart
The absence you enticed
are not what you need or want
eventually sneaking all the good
Urging me far from your Palace
Too late, too far to reach
Within your heart and soul
A treasure I seek
more precious than gold
In my hearth a fire you make
a life bread to break
To share one, together
your hands mix the batter
your care spreads the butter
but never ever
taste the honey of life
with a sharpened knife
or test chance with the breath
of unknowing other
I am your Knight of armour
and you my homes mother....

The why you couldn't

The many names on all at once;
The typing when not to me;
The why you couldn't let me see;
or Hear
The reason you didn't know what we were talking about,

when it was right in front above you;
The times you disappeared, but were really still there;
The many men you had to call friends;
Some things I'll never know, will I?
It wasn't always that way was it?
I became taken for granted, like the Northern Star,

always there to guide, if you needed...
It is the curse of Man (humans), that some of them forget!
But it is my curse to remember.
The many names you are, the ones that never were for me,

but were there for a reason. All often at the
same time, as many as you could keep account of,

but still you could not keep up with all of them.
It hurts to see you have been hurt. And yet you believed,

as you were deceived, even after you realized
you were deceived, you believed again,

because you wanted to hypothesize, the ones you love would
not mislead you. But some people are like animals,

they'll rip your heart out, eat the sweetest part out,
drink your blood, suck the marrow from your bones,

and smile, like a friend as they leave you with a
stupid look on your stupid face,

and think of you as an emotional fool,

a half eaten piece of fruit, that all
the sweetness has been sucked out of,

you are now worthless to them and they move on to another
prey, gain it's trust, rip IT's heart out,

consume what they want and leave it in dismay, with a stupid
look on IT's face,,,Laughing out Loud,,you stupid fool!

"I was found dead at around 3 am
strangled by him that controls insane
wiriness' saw nothing but great pain"

With only this note;

I cannot stand this rain
in my eyes
and in my heart
that drains
into my empty soul

The King is Dead, long live the King

We all pause and pulse
Like the waves
an ocean of deep emotions
even tsunami's don't quench our thirst
We play chess by the seashore
in some damned over hot sun
blister and peel, draw and lose
but never can win
I see your power pieces
I recognize the fury
there is a dance to this poetry

My Queen has lied down
Your king dying
but a pawn becomes a new Queen
and I will defeat you this time
I can tell
Closing in on the kill
I get that old nerve
the excitement that blood brings,,,:

{Listen}

Makes big cats growl and roar
You have few pieces on the board
that aren't in danger
I smell the heat of the jungle
a silence before a dawn

Stillness embraces you
still you are cold and wanting
I could crush you out
like a stale cigarette
but in theory there'd be no one
to play or defeat
we're in too deep
wake me up before the dawn
so I may watch
the antagonists vanquished
smells like victory;
gasoline

Tears in the Rain

All this mind and heart of memories
will be lost forever
like tears flowing in the falling rain
pointlessly, the tears fall
but the rain washes the air clean
and the petals of flowers
we made in Love's name
will enrich new flowers to come
and the new flowers will be stronger
and smell sweeter
and ours will rot in the ground
and return to the earth and the sky
where all things come
just as new seeds
will bring fresh flowers
to my heart
and the rain washes away our tears
pointless to the future
just a sad memory
washing down my face
Goodbye gentle fragrance of love
delicate petals of touch

Quenn of the Midst

In a halcyon disquiet
within a misty Garden.
I touch you like a desert
to be agreeable alone;
Without water or food
but infinite sparkling wine
and only a shadowy cloud
of embraceable rain
as tears disguising
For a Halloween;
I hear your storm as a lion
seeking a cessation
to an embedded pain;
Ominously beautiful:
The lioness craving
more than a belly full
of emotional passion,
no more scraps off a table
even from The King
and take her full fill,
ignoring the bleeding
fast beating
Broken heart dreaming :
She's ready to kill
for the liberated soul:
Silent, awakened nature call
instinctively screaming
a strength of will
Stretching,,,a climax
content and pleasurable...
Satisfied at last.

PAPER BOAT

YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN
in FASCINATION
of
A GANG OF GENTLEMEN
WHO IGNORE;
THEY KNOW WHERE
YOU HAVE BEEN,,,
but
THE SEA IS CALM once more
YET UNDERNEATH,,,
Where nothing ever touches,
AN OCEAN OF EMOTION, roars
So
REGARDLESS OF THE CONSEQUENCES
YOUR BOAT, IS MADE OF PAPER
and EVERYONE NOTICES
That IT ISN'T WORTH THE RAIN
TO fulfill your OCEAN

Heart Trek

It was something I wanted
but couldn't have been
it was something I needed
but shouldn't have been
I honestly had to have a friend
but it wasn't to have been
if love always succeeded
we'd never need to fight again
love is constantly fleeing
from it's self and within
and we're always left wanting
something better around the bend
seems always to be hiding
where we have just been

Refelctions of fire earth, air and water

The Gnarly and bent Tree
(A-Rose is like Rein-Carnation)

Somewhere in your mind is a gnarled and crooked tree
not a wickedly evil tree just a tree out of shape
not like the straight lumbering, towering kind
but as God meant for some to be
These are the trees that children play on and are left aside
by lumber jacks except to use as shade when they rest
Kids make swings on them through the ages
and tree houses where they smoke grapevine
and sometimes sneak their first kisses
The bent trees are the strongest yet can't be used
not for furniture not for homes not even paper
nature bends them in mysterious angles
from the ravages of standing in the weather, forever
They are left alone for the squirrel, the child
and the coolness of shade and a picnic
and one day after hundreds of years and storms
swings and tree houses picnics and a resting stranger
They Die
but even after death, and the axe falls, cuts and splits
together with human arms, The great ugly and beautiful tree
is brought inside a home and as a last gift
give the warmth of love as a fire in a hearth
and mystify children's eyes and the heavens
with the sparks of endearing satisfaction
Like a last kiss, given
Dare I tell you,,,,I am that affection
You may never know
As a twig is bent,,,So
Shall it Grow

,,,And secretly
after you are planted close to my roots
out will sprout another me