Dearest

5-27 2004

O’ dearest baby, with eyes a bright,
Won’t you be my QP tonight?
With rough tumble arms I’ll hold you firm,
Not too tightly as I love how you squirm.

And lay yourself on me a loving pillow all yours,
Forget all your worries and those daily chores,
And breath in a rhythm that is all our own,
For wrapped in your arms is where I am home.

Take not your love from this ancient old heart,
Let not deep sorrows tear us apart.
Just keep up those smiles, those struts and those squeaks,
And merge with my soul where we sleep deep in peace.

F.L.G

Scope Absolute

SCOPE ABSOLUTE

One day I asked a Traveler,
‘Prey tell me where to go?’
‘Name your space and times,
Then the place I will show.’

‘I said, anywhere but here,
For this is naught but pain.
With consequence unfolding,
I cannot stake my claim.’

He showed an open doorway,
Gave me my free pass.
There it was before me,
The passage for which I’d asked.

The portal was of magma,
Overlapping triangles three.
Of form and aim and boundary,
That was completely up to me.

The gift it had no string,
For I was free to escape.
To any place or any time,
In the great cosmic ‘scape.

I had an instant dawning,
Heart and mind friends anew.
For that privilege of a soul,
I could wholly say Thank You.

As far as I could remember,
I had sought a missing half.
Now with absolute scope before me,
I reeled back and laughed.

Here and now was no grand cage.
Evo-lusion just mid course.
This becoming would be my gauge,
Forging on to drink the source.

Who I was I chose,
What was missing I had hid.
No more holy grails,
I had peaked that pyramid.

While the human hand does harvest,
And the mind broadsides the sun,
The heart transcends frontiers,
As the soul just has some fun.

‘Now beware,’ the traveler did caution,
‘Of another’s scheme, do not mock.
For even photons in the sun,
Think they’re on a cold and lifeless rock.’

Hippity Hop

5-23-03

Hippity Hop ain’t got no pop as he bounces down the path, the sure disaster from a turtle faster, will have you feelin’ the rabbit’s wrath.

Mack and Jack don’t take no crap fussin’ over frilly foals, but Stan and Jan got a much better plan to drag them over coals.

For What It’s Worth

9-14-02

FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH
From the onset of our fancies
Construct we our fated hope-so soul,
Beset with peculiarities,
Uncovered in this maze we undergo.

A heart in superior property,
A mind with music’s dance,
A spirit that longs to be free,
A mood so shaped by glance.

Yet, it is in tangible features
That the weary find cause to bear,
For seeing so noble a creature
In the tilt of your head, the tint of your hair.

The light cast of your eyes,
What source forges that tranquil grin?
You seem a measure of surprise,
Yet, I recognize something therein.

Some call it a sigh in the soul,
Or the muse of the poet’s quick tongue.
Others, nary a glance, do know
That any word brings the magic undone.

So with effort in this rhyme,
Yes to you these only lyrics I reveal,
No romance is a deep-cut crime,
And you, an uncanny forge of a dream I feel.

Thus your ‘Fun Spirit’ is idea manifest,
Perhaps chiseled from my hope high-born,
A gentle-born beauty, that I must confess,
Shines in this eye like the sun of a new morn.

So please don’t take me the fool,
As words thus written are often judged.
Merely fashioned I, an ice-break tool
So allow yourself no grudge.

So grace me with an echo,
An answer if you will. 
The hour is late as you know,
Do urgent hearts find their fill?

For far too long I have wandered,
In search of that genuine soul,
Who exchanges all I’ve squandered,
My burdens, for a solid heart of gold.

An Endless Search

6-9-04

An Endless Search
If somehow by the will of all worlds,
I lost you to forever,
I’d search an eternity’s galactic swirls
Longing for our together.

For as big as I could imagine
A mate to my soul in dreams.
I would have never fathomed
One so exquisite as you, it seems.

And if by chance you wanted me not,
Into a cave my heart would sure fall.
But I’d pick up the pace and summon my pluck
And learn to plunge back out into it all.

You must know this one thing to tell of my heart.
This is from a muse so true,
I’d venture a universe thrice deep as far,
To find another such as you.

You are stitched to my heart,
To your love I am bound.
You make life seem like art,
My soul mate I finally found.

I Love You

I Love you, Q-P 

Thinking about you…
I think about you when I’m alone.
I think about you when I think of home.
I think about you when I am sane,
I think of you, and vanquish all pain.

I think about you when I’m at play,
I think about you when you’re away.
I think of days now as rare sweet gifts.
I thrill in your eyes of butterfly mist.

I think that you are my soul’s own cure.
I think my heart has found its lure.
I think I see with you our better selves
Magicians, warriors, healers, poets in all of our stealth.

I think about you when I sleep,
I think about you when I’m counting sheep.
I think that we are still souls unborn,
Tilling earnestly til’ the world not mourn.

For in this world upon which we alight,
Every soul seeks to own its right,
To be that very seed of birth,
To heal the heart and give rise to Earth.

I think about you when thunder rolls
I think about you when the devil tolls.
I long to feel your heart near mine.
Ours beating closer to harmonious time.

I think about you my better half.
I think about you with a tickled laugh.
I think about you when I  Fa-So-La-Tee-Do.
I think I can’t imagine ever letting you go.

I think I like your eyes on me,
But can’t really fathom what you see.
Know that sometimes storms do still tremor my heart,
But my love for you can’t be torn all apart.

Of this love, I always hope curiously,
To bring forth a kingdom like those heavenly.
But ‘tis your voice I forever long to gleefully hear,
An ancient siren’s call ever-drawing me near.

I think talking to you all the night long
Is really a walk filled with moon song.
I’d lay not too quietly there by your side,
A gentle seashore, softly embraced by the tide.

No I haven’t long lost me to steal a throne.
I too commit union to make you my own.
I watch you for hours beaming with pride.
I thank lucky stars that I’m kicking alive.

I think you give reason to raise forth my swift sword.
I think life without you would be the cruelest old course.
I think all thoughts are better with you,
A bonding of souls that seems utterly true.

I think about you when I dream of grace,
Haloed by sweet virtues in so hard a place.
I think every passing with the tell of your day,
Unquivers my heart’s arrows to fire away.

We’re of great Oaks that fell down from on high,
Spirits touching earth thru sun, moon and sky.
Heaven beams thru your eyes, heart and soul.
With you my sweet darling the dice I will roll.

You are a star that knows my true name,
A partner in love to teach me the game.
Numbers know no poets that keep steady rhyme.
But numbers of words are still to come forth in time.

Come Union

1-10-04

Come Union

For you my sweet, from the bottom of my heart, the mind in my soul, the taste of the universe on your lips.
 

Where you go, I wish to fly.
Seeing like you thru child’s eye.
Where you’re free, I wish to play,
Each new morn a brand new day,
With you, my love.

Where you wander, I steal stones.
What you squander, is the world’s loan.
Where you love, I wish to live.
What you offer, I wish to give,
Back To you, My love,
Back to you.

Were you a star, you’d be my sun.
Never too far, but always as one.
If ye be a butterfly, than I am your tree.
Be you a fearsome horse, your steed I shall be,
To run with you my love,
To run with you.

One look from your eyes, you carry me home,
A perfect peace I’ve never known.
As a night tide beacon shines your soul,
Helps to shoulder this elephant’s toll.
The world is light, with you my love,
Light with you.

I have reason for thanks, being in your wake,
I’d give you my life for old Pete’s sake.
We are each other, perfect fractured mirrors,
So to your Everlands my boat faithfully steers,
To be with you my love,
To be with you.

So my Gypsy of the clan of Drake,
May I with you share days we wake.
For you’ve unthorned my wing’d heart,
And quenched a flaming helm of darkest art.
Let’s plot out all our wanted dreams,
Pick up the gauntlet and summon our teams.

For you’re the why of air, I hear told in the wind,
And a violet hot fire’s passionate virtue and sin.

Tutcht, the Mach Poet from the 23rd century A.D.  Last seen on his Phoenix from Beyond, sailing skyward to far flung realms with a Dark Moon Maiden riding a Griffon.

Butterfly Eyes

7-25-03

Butterfly eyes and snuggle lamb fluff,           

            Fret not over what others do think,

            The love in your heart tickles me pink.

            All the treasures in nature, you marvel still,

            All the tiniest creatures you don’t will to kill.

            Who of this world knows a frog, heart and sword?

            Only you my dear Shelley, your soul’s my reward.

            So we cling to dear life each other in arm,

            While the galaxy visits seasons of unpredictable charm.

            A fortune to some may be of paper that’s green,

            But you my young lass are the crème of the scheme.

            May our days as one bring you indescribable cheers,

            So leave it to me to catch all your tears.

            I know that at times life busts at the seams,

            But we’ll weather these storms to give chase to our dreams.

            Yet let it be said, and said with no lies,

            If a stuffed animal stares, it gets two in the eyes. 

Just know you’re my storm of good tidings; Come back to my shore.

Butterfly

Butterfly,
Something deep has awakened in me
Some kind of new fire that has allowed me to see
I find our two souls are a bridge to divines
The rainbow is budding in your heart and mine.
So let each new breath bear a steadfast heart
Let each new thought no longer tear you apart
The eternals above have bestowed a sweet grace
A gift I am certain each time our hearts face.
More than imagination have you taught me of trust
A faith forgotten by the world’s own lust.
But there is indeed much of happening way deep inside
Clear that I must, to survive, eat my pride.
So if I may be so bold, please lend me an ear.
“From hence forth, Shelley, let us slay all of fear!”
If a dark thread of doubt makes you weak
A deep breath will grant the balance you seek.
I shall lend you my fire to help keep your light bright
As you have fanned my own desires to take up the fight.
With the purest love I hope to ever know.
You hold my heart in your hands my maiden of the moon.

When the light shines on me I turn black.

I’ve killed guilt,

But not the hunt to leave it slaughtered in the streets.

I know not which way I shall go, and it does not matter.

Note to Self

9-14-02
Note to Self

Perhaps I should tell Shelley.  I do not know if it’s a function of my lonely soul suddenly engaged with someone who finds me compelling, interesting after so long a spell alone and pining.  Yet, I feel comfortable with her, I like her soul, I like how she feels and smells, I like that I feel a dance with her of something deeper, or is it just an illusion of desperation so longing for such a mood.  She gets in me, she has carried me these two weeks, and my despair has all but faded.  She tickles me, and I sense her love, as she senses mine, we are both just a drift in each others arms, learning to turn an eye from the temptations abounding.  She has accepted, she will participate, I fear making too much of her, both that I may lose her, and one day wander again paths of light or dark.  I do not forecast, I’ll just dance and see to what depth our feet tangle.  I am afloat like a teenager, and life seems no great chore.  She has filled my empty heart and I wonder what will become of its flowing over.