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Echo of Woods – Missing parts of me

“Their screams would echo through the house and reverberate against my eardrums until my mind would fracture. Years went by and with each fracture; I lost a piece of my soul until I became lost and empty inside.”
― J.D. Stroube, Caged in Darkness

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My lover, you followed me on lost paths, chasing my longings deeper, before I turned and saw, you’re not there. The pieces I broke off to mark my exit you ate and then flew away, without any words, disappearing in hollows of echoing woods. I know my soul’s alone by the absence of those missing pieces. How can they be gone, slipped into an eternity of forgetfulness, or thoughtlessness, pushed there by denial and an intense effort to pretend you didn’t happen, unless they were born at sometime in the messy afterbirth of a mind gone mad? If I let my thoughts take these updrafts of imagination, to soar above this wilderness of lore, I’ll see you again. The pain’s breathtaking, should I plunge back below to the feigned wellness of peace? Or perhaps, stay on these heated gestures of reaching and slip into the coldness of space losing the oxygen of you, and with tears and a reluctant release, my light will dim and finally extinguish.

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Have you ever felt it? – Simple things, simply love

“The road to finding ‘the one’ is paved with a bit of promiscuity.” – Ryan Erickson

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Have you ever felt it?

I spent hours taking the little sunburned petals from your skin,
removing them ever so carefully, tenderly,

utterly in heaven, a heaven which surely,

the birds are familiar…

Have you ever felt it?

I lose myself in thoughts of you, and me, together

in a slow dance that walks us through the gates of fantasy

all our senses lost in the moment, hearts racing,

minds panting to keep up.

Have you ever felt it?

Bodies moving together, souls floating,

passion shared, in the heat forming a bond

that can never be broken, though you my lover

are very, very far away.

Have you ever felt it?

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Waiting’s Close Lover When –

“Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.” – Rainer Maria Rilke

“Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.” – Paulo Coelho

Dressing myself with Waiting’s robes

looking in the mirror at When

Finding thoughts that without warning

haunt and scare my lonely Then

Question the mistress Waiting, again

to the end of never, When?

Waiting she dances, holding me close

and calling her lover Then

Her music of chance and sultry moves

under the covers of patient When

A cruel lover Waiting plays with me

as I grow old with desire Then

Teasing from me my passing youth

called Waiting’s close lover When

First Published in Opinions of Eye

01182013

Into The Dark – Take me to your dark places –

“Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.”

– Mark Twain

I‘ll follow you there, into the dark
The dark is my lover, I caress it’s shadowy folds.
Come, join me in the midnight blackness
It soothes the brightness of truth
Thick blindness holds us tight
Our fears close but held at bay
Cold, our emotions now irrelevant
I‘ll follow you there, into the dark
Where lie my deepest fantasies
Lay down your fear my sweet woman
Take my misty promises into the wildness
Of the unknown, unfeeling, and unbelievable
Provoking them to relinquish their hidden treasure
as I follow you there, into the dark

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First published in Opinions Of Eye

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Good Morning – A royal awakening for a lover –

“I was dead until you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came…and I was awakened.” ― J.R. Ward, Lover Awakened

Alas, she wakens with breath so sweet that all words long to be formed by her delicious lips. What better way to both live and die than in the mouth of one so delectable…soon I’ll follow them into your caves of pleasure…I find all paths of your perfumed delight leading to home….

I know what will take you from the nether regions of rest my love, I need but spend an hour with your body that responds with eagerness against my flicks of hunger and your passion will run on this beard, while your legs struggle to support the reality that you have not gone to heaven yet, you only visited there by my invitation…

First published in Opinions Of Eye.com

The Assassination of Love –

“Never permit a dichotomy to rule your life, a dichotomy in which you hate what you do so you can have pleasure in your spare time.” – Pablo Picasso


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It’s not possible for addiction and love to live together very long before they attack one another. Addiction to self, to substances, to work, to anything, will soon drain from love it’s very life and leave the shell of an empty relationship as evidence of the crime. Love rarely is able to defend itself from such an attack. Tragically the perpetrator isn’t found till long after the crime has been committed. Many are the deaths love has suffered at the hands of the fiend of addiction. Do your lover a favor, quit now while you still have love breathing between you.

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First published in Opinions Of Eye.com

05222014

Hooked

“Assure a man that he has a soul and then frighten him with old wives’ tales as to what is to become of him afterward, and you have hooked a fish, a mental slave.”
– Theodore Dreiser

The following is a poem from an exceptionally talented new friend, Arne Tornek. Enjoy.

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The hook slicks in.

How easily she snags.

How tightly she tugs.

She knows no surrender.

Long in exile, she returns,

To lead you to forgotten rooms.

In a careless moment

She sucks the tongue from your mouth.

Coils it round your demon need,

Slips it back behind your lips.

You swallow her hard.

Scornfully, she sniggers at you.

Knows that you can’t do without her,

In spite of your painstaking

Hopeless attempts.

She washes over your mind like an old friend,

With the comforting allure of a new lover.

And she’s back with her pedicure

In the ring of your desires;

Your powerless soul at prayer

Under the Gothic arch of her painted foot.

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Malevolent – The Illusion of Freedom

“When she’s abandoned her moral center and teachings…when she’s cast aside her facade of propriety and lady-like demeanor…when I have so corrupted this fragile thing and brought out a writhing, mewling, bucking, wanton whore for my enjoyment and pleasure…..enticing from within this feral lioness…growling and scratching and biting…taking everything I dish out to her…..at that moment she is never more beautiful to me. ”
― Marquis de Sade

“All the dark, malevolent Passions of the Soul are roused and exerted; its mild and amiable affections are suppressed; and with them, virtuous Principles are laid prostrate.” – Charles Inglis

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Malevolent is my lovers name,

holding her passions lust near pain

Never to light again let them be,

in the open choices of wills release

Fiery and soft though her affections seem,

her subtlety controls the whole of me

With touches sharp and pleasures same,

malevolent creates her wily game

Obscuring with intangible moves,

binding me with hemp that soothes

The illusion of freedom is her claim,

free will held with the surest chains

Malevolent from your sultry kiss I turn,

hard lessons taught but never learned

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Malevolent – The Illusion of Freedom

“All the dark, malevolent Passions of the Soul are roused and exerted; its mild and amiable affections are suppressed; and with them, virtuous Principles are laid prostrate.” – Charles Inglis

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Malevolent is my lovers name,

holding her passions lust near pain

Never to light again let them be,

in the open choices of wills release

Fiery and soft though her affections seem,

her subtlety controls the whole of me

With touches sharp and pleasures same,

malevolent creates her wily game

Obscuring with intangible moves,

binding me with hemp that soothes

The illusion of freedom is her claim,

free will held with the surest chains

Malevolent from your sultry kiss I turn,

hard lessons taught but never learned

06082012

Blossom – Rebirth of a lover

“What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms.”

– Kobayashi Issa, Poems

“A fallen blossom
returning to the bough, I thought –But no, a butterfly.”

– Arakida Moritake, Traditional Japanese Poetry: An Anthology

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Lightness, adrift but within my grasp always.
Your like the blossoms of a tree, brushed off by the wind,
yet still you belong to me,
though we are apart.
We are intertwined souls, mated by nature and God.
Soon I shall lift you back up,
from my roots you will be reborn
to forever be one with me.
Your my bloom my love, this tree will always sustain you.
I long for you to be on my branches once again,
the whole of nature in agreement with the union.
Oh how naked am I, my lover!
How my branches sway at the sight of you!
Come clothe me with your fragrant beauty,
and let us be whole again!

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