Dark Roads

Down unknown streets with
faces dark I’d walk without a care,
as long as I would be assured
I’d find your presence there.
There’s nothing in this world of
fear I’d hesitate to face,
if knowledge of your presence dear
I’d see in darkened place.
I carry, dear, in heart of mine
your image in perfection,
and evil glass of wicked world
would still show your reflection.
So comfort me in all you are
and soothe my worried soul,
for though these roads are
fretful dear, in you I have my goal


A Last Embrace

They lay repose by candlelight,
beauty seen in naked form;
their shining eyes with sweet regard
gazed lovingly and warm.

This final night of happiness,
to share a last embrace;
one more chance in solitude
to make their hearts to race.

Each shadow caused by gutt’ring flame
slid gracefully on skin;
the thickness of a lovers breath,
and dark as promised sin.

As lip to lip they lay entwined,
skin moist from summers heat;
this image of twin Aphrodite
painted on silk sheets.

Their final act of love expressed
untainted, pure and chaste;
could naught be sweeter than two lovers
who share a last embrace.

Hamlet: An Inspiration

This is my 250th post – wow. And in honor of that, something new. I am not very knowledgeable when it comes to great works of literature. I’m embarrassed to say I’ve never read any of Shakespeare’s work all the way through, (something I WILL be remedying). However – one particular piece, from Hamlet, has stuck with me since the first time I heard it, in the film “Withnail & I”, starring Richard E. Grant and Paul McGann. So here, to hold it up as the sort of writing I aspire to and wish I could produce, is the speech from the end of that great film. (If you’ve not seen it, I highly recommend it). I hope you find these words as inspiring as I have for these past years.

“I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth
and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition
that this goodly frame the earth seems to me a sterile promontory;
this most excellent canopy the air, look you,
this mighty o’rehanging firmament,
this majestical roof fretted with golden fire;
why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason,
how infinite in faculties, how like an angel in apprehension,
how like a God!
The beauty of the world, paragon of animals;
and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dusk.
Man delights not me, no, nor women neither, nor women neither.”

Fleeting Love

Love comes, but soft;
timid, as a fawn in forest
With gentleness, patience,
and unrestrictive hold
it may stay.
But beware;
as a bubble too swiftly grasped,
a dream too quick remembered,
’tis all too soon removed,
and life will be all the poorer
for it.

Speak Not

Speak not, dear heart;
words in this timeless moment
would mar our physical expression.
For what is love, if not
expressed with the poetry
of touch and taste,
the prose of
sigh and breath?
If poetry be the language
of love, then let our actions
be a symphony,
a kaleidoscope of
color and movement to
shame even the most artistic
of poets.

Speak not, dear heart;
words have no place in our
world of light and shadow.
For what words are needed,
when desires can be so clearly seen
in the widening eye,
in moistened lips of
Never so sweetly has my
body been in tune with another,
as clear in tone and song,
as beautifully blessed,
as heavens own
sainted chorus.

Speak not, dear heart.

Speak not.

The Housewife With The Drugged Up Grin – The Punishment

Here’s the first part, in case you missed it. The Housewife With The Drugged Up Grin.
I have no idea where this character came from…(housewife with a drugged up grin?? what??) but I hope you like it.

And as the judge announces “You’ll be hung until you’re dead”,
the housewife with the drugged up grin just gently nods her head.
The punishment does fit the crime she cannot disagree,
but though she’s due for Hades gate what will be will be.
This man who beat and tortured her with words and well as deeds,
deserved a fate at bladed edge that caused him so to bleed.
The housewife with the drugged up grin could face her final days,
knowing that her husbands fate was sealed without delay.
So calmly is she led away to stop in jailers cell,
while all around her people cheer for justice so befell’d.
And as the baying crowd rejoice for justice rightly served,
the housewife with the drugged up grin shouts out so she is heard.
“You may be glad” she cries allowed “that justice has been done”,
“but just remember, all of you, that men do like their fun”.
“So next time that your heart is scarred or body roughly hurt”,
“think of me who had the strength to dole out just deserts”.
So with one last disdainful leer she turns and leaves the room,
knowing soon as morning dawns she’ll face her final doom.
She’s made her point and shown herself with dignity and poise,
and now the crowd in whispers talk too shamed from making noise.
The housewife with the drugged up grin still does not feel regret,
as the man who kept her down she’ll soon with peace forget.

That First Moment

That first moment,
that first smile;
it makes the unending miles

That first moment,
that first kiss;
no roads travelled too long for
this bliss.

That first moment,
that first touch;
I’d walk if I had to, this means
so much.

That first moment,
that first embrace;
down roads unwinding to find
my place.

That first moment,
that first heat;
fiercely burning passion hot
and sweet.

That first moment,
yet to come;
when night is ours and finally
we succumb.