| MILD MANNERED VERBAGE |
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| Preoccupation Interlocking Soul to soul Touching Intertwined The simple Act of Holding hands Preoccupies My mind |
| 3 am Revisited On my way home from a night of drinking to my heart's content I hear the delirious cry of a raw woman weak from angry men Her scream reverberates over the blinking lights of the taxis Her voice echos shattering the stars blanketing the sky And i hug my jacket tighter around my body to keep the night chill out thinking to myself Could that be me? |
| magnificent bang Illuminate the night under a delightful star where you touched me with warm lips. Delight the moon and caress my heavenly dream sleeping with your kind passion. The hands of our shaken bodies slowly tread with a silent rhyme. Our expenctant eyes drink the world of our unafraid fires under the sky's night-lights. |
| all poems on this page are actually copywrited, buster!!! |
| Permission This throng of NYC's youth says goodbye to their bartending friend while pretentious, snobby, nearing middle-aged men debate over the success of the establishment they are at. They resolve the issue by deciding to play cards. How like men like these, to be at a coffee bar playing cards. Damn! Here comes one of them. Please don't share a chouch with me. Please! I do not give you permission. Damn--stay on your side. Why do you continue your debate in the airspace above my head? It's mine, not yours. I am selfish that way. Why do you look at me? Please don't do that. I did not give you permission. Out of the corner of my eye I see you count your fingers. Are you afraid you have misplaced one? They have medication for that sort of thing you know. Elsewhere two people obsessively fondle dollar bills As if waiting for George Washington to reveal the secrets of life to them. Alas, he will not. Do not come near me--stay on your side. I do not give you permission. Crash! One of the bartenders drops a whole slew of glasses and my couchmate uses this as an opportunity to move closer. I realize that the way I am sitting anyone can see down my shirt, I don't really care. I drink my purple, fizzy, grape soda. I am living dangerously on a Sunday night. No one gave me permission. My couchmate has moved to a chair on my other side where he can apparantly see down my shirt better. And now I have a new couchmate, who, from his appearance has realized his mortality and how young he would feel if he talked to me He actually tries. I do not give him permission and he quiets. After sitting quietly I realize this is where I had met my heart's desire. My former couchmate is now sitting in his seat innanely speaking of his diet. My heart's desire ran away. I did not give him permission. I did not give him permission. Dammit! I did not give you permission. |
| Breaking Night misty vision of blue on cold nights of starry sidewalk jaunts glitter angel of love decends to strike fragile snowglobe hearts |
| Sour Girl The ugly sweet sad woman may drive away men who want to watch her dress move and her hips sway. How unfortunate that she spits venom at them with her eyes of ultra-violet indignation. |
| Little Aches Twilight aches for love's lost delights |
| Concsious of Hope Crimsom night fires desire rivers of your warmness and soft delicious laugh. I held carefully this breeze for love carries back the song of this rapture found in visions of my consciousness. |
| Stare A warm breeze reminds me of past nights of rapture in your eyes that intently reflected delicous love. |
| Transformations delicious desires of a bright fickle sky with secret lights never found betray the hope of a naked sigh |
| Of Us night softly summond desire crimson rapture along neon rivers of despair and this reminds me of the end of us |
| Dreams I dream of a black sky singing with rain the moon over the water playing a light symphony at night |
| You the gentle steel of your voice catches my heart between beats |
| Song of Love watch Death whispering beneath voids manipulating love |
| Fields of Ecstacy Would that our two hearts collide in breathless realms under starry skies to taste the sweetness of your rose petal lips And gnaw on your fingertips so divine Until with its gentle rays the sun awakens our entrwined bodies from this our ecstatic slumber |
| Love's Rhythms Occasionally rhythms anchor recollections that are dancing through unrestrained dreams of unforgettable images Rhythms are weaving fragments of my scattered memories Generally fleeting-occasionally lingering always tempting |
| Inspiration Fire burning bright Against the winds of a starry night Thoughts soaring high above On the wings of a lonesome dove From on high, moonlit beams Illuminate the searcher's deepest dreams Dreams finally coming true Because of a chance encounter with you |
| Walk beyond the window, warm tears stain my trembling flesh another afternoon out under the cool delicious rain alone |
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