Rumberos Baile….

So beautiful art thou an I,

nothing. Shadow,shadow,

shadow, against light. I will not

steal the light of one so beautiful

land can’t because the rays blind

me and I am blinded by love and

none is returned or ever will be. I so

believe in the light and bathe

in the light and create my own light

to share with others. Glowing. I

shudder by his spell. For just one

look then I am reborn and all will be

well with my soul. To touch beauty

is what has moved my darkness to

light I am baptized in joy with just one

touch to dance with the devil and

dive into rapture he is what I need.

Say yes to me beloved and I am

in your arms tonight. Deeply, hotly,

pure bliss at last as lights dim. I

am yours to dine to taste you are my

encore and the taste that fills me. I

seek no other. Let the light inside

consume this lust and the fire

burn this ever ending desire just

for you, my beloved…..

Tonight l dance into a frenzy. My

body will be covered in sweet

sweet sweat and drops will roll here and

drops will pool there. I made a promise

and will keep but the rhythm calls me

louder and I obey  My spirit will be

cleansed. I will be native. Wild. Free.

So, L transcend to another realm using

my body to call in the rescuers and do

the bidding of its mistress. Obey, obey,

and the music takes me to another planet

I allow spirit and other worlds,to meet as one.

Mystery,oh the beauty, the nectar,

the Dance eternal.

Foever protected and bond to each other

for all time and I to mind

That’s a dance…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunset

The coy sky
Hides its brilliance until the final hour.
Only then,
Does it reveal its violets,
Its flush pinks,
Behind a slice of orange sun,
Washing the horizon in fleeting, sacred splendour before
The call of the loon,
The chill evening wind,
And the choir of crickets
Unite in grand chorus
To announce the arrival of darkness.

Oppositional  

 

 

Don’t go into the Light.

I can do what I want.

You’re not my mother.

 

Dreams are not dark.

Dreams are like movies.

Is Death like a movie,

Or is it Dark?

 

Stay away from the light.

I don’t have to mind you.

You can’t make me.

 

Sleep without dreams

Is Dark.

Is Death like sleep?

I’m afraid to go there.

 

Don’t go into the light at the end of tunnel.

I choose the light.

You can’t tell me what to do.

 

I love stories.

I don’t have a flashlight.

I’m retired.

I can stay up late if I want.

 

All the Same – Hour Twelve

I’m not sure we have much in common Gary –

I don’t collect samurai swords

Or live with my Mammy,

And I can see you’re very proud to have been to Benidorm

But to be perfectly honest, it just makes me yawn…

No – I don’t watch any football –

I have no interest in it, not at all…

Do I want some naughty fun?

Not with you, no – And don’t call me hun,

Oh, we’re all like this are we?

Well, that’s reassuring to know it’s not just me

At least on that one point

We both can agree.

Rain, Rain – Prompt 12 (you can sing this)

Rain,

rain,

Centipede
Rain,
rain,
Centipede

Rain,
rain,
Centipede

Tell

me
how
you
get
home

Ten things that ate our time
Your lineage is on the line
Don’t tell us you’ve done no crime

Rain,

rain,

Centipede
Rain,
rain,
Centipede

Rain,
rain,
Centipede

Tell

me
how
you
get
home

Don’t say that we’re finally great
Watch as you ravage the middle states
Lemmings, as always, will have their way

Rain,

rain,

Centipede
Rain,
rain,
Centipede

Rain,
rain,
Centipede

Tell

me
how
you
get
home
Your office is undisclosed
Your minions are predisposed
Public opinion sees you have no clothes

Rain,

rain,

Centipede
Rain,
rain,
Centipede

Rain,
rain,
Centipede

Tell

me
how
you
get
home

I forgot myself, won’t you go
We release you, please say you’ll go
Say you lost us, and we’ll miss you so
Centipede, please please go away

12. Head Map

As I create reality

in definition and construct

Fear based thinking leaks

into   collusion

like a version of a

recurring nightmare.

Strength and love

and courage

A fortress to behold… Where I am my greatest enemy

a critic and a scold.

The intricacies woven, between my very eyes

Beguiles and enchants me with their subtle, weary lies.

Castles in the sand befall high tide and kicking feet

Memories enshrined in text, crumble to the sea.

Begone, Self Doubt!

You serve me not. I am and what is more

I am enough, as I am…  as I am.

Love, it  will endure.

Empty Tomb

8/5/17 5:16pm
Empty Tomb

Tell me of ancient love and the connections we encounter,
the way you fall full-circle, stumbling into my life and out the other side.
A scratched record that tried
to squeeze into a digital world.

I’m seeing you adorned with gold and thorns,
darling pharaoh, sacrificial lamb.
The marks down your back ask me to come dancing again.
You’re my favorite song.

We’re racing and tracing our veins,
back to the remains of what we were told
we were meant for.
This is your destiny, can’t you taste it?

Didn’t you say that nothing ever comes without a price?

FROM THE BACK (hour 11, 2017)

FROM THE BACK

after Edgar Degas, At the Louvre (Miss Cassatt), 1879

Turn me away, turn me inside out. Hide my eyes, show my back. Don’t stare at my low-heeled shoes or the cut of my Victorian clothes (dark, floor length, pleated). Imagine where I’m going – down this hall or that. Consider the angle of the floor – is the wood parquet slanting up into space?

Don’t worry about who is speaking – Cassatt or the other woman with Miss Cassatt. You may not know – you can’t see my face.

Whose paintings do you imagine Edgar thinks I am looking at? Think about that.

 

12.

What if she does?

I mean, there are plenty of reasons that anything along those lines could happen. and, nope, can’t think of any leading to the contrary

This is of course, the city, and people are everywhere. There’s no way…

but say, maybe, that I did…what then? How would that account into everything else…

should I try to…no…or… should i?
I can’t think about the situation now. there are other more important things at stake.

human lives are in jeopardy! the very fabric of my being lies within this one decision…

“I’ll have a dozen donuts please”

Whole Again

 

love formulated my potential

subject is now blossoming

through my previous misfortune

resonating feelings vanished from me

aroused this helpless heart escalates

diversity of thought is essential

this love I have sustained

adoration now becomes motivated

love now makes me complete