"Mendelssohn’s “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” took me to a manor gallery, showing her invisible presence"
Nightingales of a summer’s evening descend upon twilight moments,With whispers of sombre starlight foundIn every cup of even dropped off their heels;Collecting in my dreams, its dew is a prayer,Like rain-kissed berries awaiting eager hands,Blessed by myriads for each cherry...
Why is it that Rodin’s masterpieces are still the idols of artistic aweBecause his touch has become the prototype found in all beautyLike in the sculpted dance of a priceless angelWhere we’re both inside her every movementBecause her movements are...
If yesterday’s failures were relived again,I could go back to make each a success,Then there would be something to live for each day,When I’ve awakened the answer that slept with my pain. Autistic thoughts stole the past that it tore,And going...
You walk bySwallowing the sky,Where it’s not atAnd neither am I. Lick my woundsWhere overhang,The bloodless battleWhose victory rang. My thoughts I’ve squanderedWhere no one hears,Pain is so silent -Grant me your tears. Laugh at meWhilst I might try,And though it’s cruel,Could you...
All of my sensualism is espousedTo the drowning waters that swarm any soul,That soak in those pitiful splendors. Flourishing inside, the color that is me;While the garden’s evening flowersBloom, without anyone to pick them. But descending from spring’s green fireIs a dropping...
There was a meadow, where I would chase through,Where emerald blades, welcome, fulfilledButterflies and I, who’d always pursue;Driven by the thoughts, not yet stilled. The springs of my needs abound so lonely;From your short breaths, I’d felt a voice,But empathy is...
In the Apollonianand Dionysian abodesI hear nuancesthat are never impliedhow be they insipidto the empty eye Then my fingers disintegrateinto its silent voicesand I find Being the sanctuarywhere the wave of a wingis so very fertilein its demonic syncopation Like the harmony...
"Oral cornucopia delivers ecstasy."
so suppleyet so omnipotentdoesn’t it scare youmouth wide openperked and readynostrils juicingwith hazy changesas I live throughthe sparkling seasonsof wintry lividsthrough crude crimsonsto pleasant purplesbaking on the tipwhere I am dyingin the oyster darknesswhose stem is the sourceof a river...
"Classical Period chivalry and heroism meet defeat over a woman of purpose."
To another era I travelIn pursuit of all principle.Who knows what will unravelWhen finally, I reach the temple,Where all purpose is encapsulatedIn its dome of the all meaningful.The last frontiers, now contaminatedFrom happenings, in the last life, full.Hopefully, before I’m...
"Using body worship to show love."
My thoughts of you are always a lost battleground,For poetry is a truth found not in the ordinary woman.A decade I’ve emptied, a lifetime I’ll explore and aboundAgainst each season’s tempest, glaze and sun,Until I embrace the glimmer of glory...