I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
Out there in the cold gray dawn I see you in the mist Your face so sad and vulnerable Needing to be kissed. I cannot bear to see it I cannot bear to feel And yet I do not really know If it is false or real. You raise your hopeful eyes to me A tear runs down your face You plead with me yet silently To all your fears, erase. And I don't know the way to go To make you smile again Two lovers, we, so wild and free That started out as friends. Then love stepped in and pulled us Down to love's dark depths So star-crossed, we, so love starved, we Needed love, despaired, bereft. And the more we loved, the more we wanted The more it slipped our grasp And futures bright bade us goodnight And slipped into our past. What good is love if it can't live Within the present time? What good is love if it can't exist Outside the tortured mind? I ache to hold you desperately In my two arms so tight To bid you stay here in the day And banish the lonely night. But wishes are only wishes And hope is just a yen And yearning is just a dream undreamed Of what might have, could have been. I see you in the mist of dawn Your head bowed on your chest Waiting for me to come to you And give your soul a rest. But here between the two of us There stands an invisible door 'Twixt tangible and ethereal And it won't open any more. I've tried to break it down with tears I've tried a hammer's pounding But the hammer bounced back in my hand And in my tears I just fell, drowning. I watch you in that mirror now There on on the other side Waiting to see if you can find the key To the place where I reside. What cruel, cruel fate, the two of us Have been assigned and yet We're sentenced to recall the rise and fall And the love we can't forget. My love, I know you hear me There on your side of this Unhappy world where boy and girl Were wedded with one kiss. Then torn apart with breaking hearts To exist in the world alone Watching one another fade Till the two of us are gone.
The sweetness of the honey comb Belongs to you and you alone The ribbons in the purpled sky Draw from the flashes of your eyes The fragrance of the love you give It makes me long and love to live The passion of the quickening vein Makes me both mad and yet so sane The wildness of the joy within Is blessed with sacred, touched with sin The hungry mouth, the thirsting lips The undulating dancing hips The feet that bring you close to me Take you away, too far to see And yet the tears upon my face Your tender fingertips erase With each new breath, resuscitate My ebbing flow, impending fate Give back to me the meaning of My need to be, my life, my love You are the maestro of every band The world's director with your hand The writer of each song you choose Each line of poetry and it's muse You are my waking and my sleep Wading shallow to dig for deep The discovering scientist, the conquerer, bold The alchemist that makes the gold The royalty upon the throne That reigns this heart once made of stone This heart now pliable in your care That feels the love that wasn't there That knows the difference of lie and true Now that I know.... the truly you My Atlas, lifter of my head When once I thought all my dreams dead The bright sunshine with taste of night The darkness dancing with the light The musical laugh, the mischieveous hint That rarely discloses the secret intent But teases without mercy as you're feigning such meekness And drowns me in love in your oceans of sweetness.