Poem #108 Invented love in her better days

Invented love in her better days

Somewhere between nine and five

Luck let me laughs and I gave it as a gift

Worked us to time

Poem #102 Love

Love: Parallel lines that meet

Poem #53 Tender Queen Spin

Opiate envy melodies of that numberless summer

Vintage tasting of warm south

Blushful purple stained lips

Drink dissolve in silent words forgotten

Because though has never known

Where  youth shakes trees

To make the apples fall

Beauty, love, tomorrow pined

To hide behind those dark painted curtains for eyes

Charioted on the viewless dull brain

Tender queen spin around where there is no light

To save her from your ways steel the flower

darkness a blanket to listen to silent

half love mused rhyme an ecstasy thou sing

no hungry days, only sad heart tears charmed

it was so large then like a bell

a tune longed forgotten by a stream that did end

do I wake or sleep to know this pleasure

silent sweetly haunted legend of men gods.

secrets sung into awakened eyes

thoughtlessly fair creatures

a few words misguided

to fall and give to the winged boy

a message not untrue

loveliest hierarchy

no, no oracle

 no oracle

O brightest too late to catch

The silent maiden

Thy voice a lute does so quickly spread

And build the frame of mind

That antiquity longs to have forgotten

Wretched one without a name

fancy never bread to joy dressed to darker days

youth is ages misgiving, a quite long hope

for wisdom that never spoke.

Poem #47 Mary, We Scorn You

boast never make an impression

a short marriage to glorious apatite

embrace three having so dared

scarce providing-need-jealousy

spirit sacred, swindling self-swimmer to sincere

daughter to aided anxiety teach

to heal my peril before compassion is dead

invisible impressions impoverished.

Mary, we scorn you

green foliage jittering thoughts

lost here amongst them

there too hid anxiety on my behalf

have a kind journey

born in alluring speech

forbidden to tender motions

turn whispers ships of confined thought

alluring life, in hope

a confident being empty of breath

Poem #45 Little Box of Obscenities

Symphony of the smell of rain

Sea sad, boil lazy

Stop summers shadow,

Swim away and away

Withering want

Fall fast fall harvest

Scare of the summer sun

Leaves light

And the lips of chocolate chant

A squirrels borough

Couldn’t ask

The bar is open

Here’s to good spirit

Hung a thousand things

Little box of obscenities

Like a warm hug.

Soon season rest

Over musty water

Watch winters spring blossoms

On white blanked of

Fleshy fears. 

Poem #24 A Message

Nothing proclaimed ends geometry

Sharper figure somewhere marks love

Crisp moist placed between two infinities

Edge a line, a point, two dots, a smile

Lifting hanging at the end

Un-bruised stranding in white space.