Poetry_In_her_eyes

  I have fallen in love   with so many smiles shy ones   hiding so much glorious ones   that shine like the sun gentle ones  caressing my soul   ones that mock   with challenge and dare welcoming ones   that renew the spirit quirky ones   eclectic and free and a lover's smile   that makes me blush I have loved every smile   from every women I've ever met but there is one smile above all others that special smile you share just with me

  A yogi told me I was mad, he repeated as a rite passage, meant to honor sins paid and choices made And then he said ... * I have nothing more, be your own guide life is what happens when we're busy going mad * The world is sick, our madness is not the disease but the antibodies and the cure *What are we truly seeking? Hoping to find a spark of the divine to heal our inner divide *Living life between a rock and soft bed growing fat as our soul is fed *The cure for madness is more, not less to heal the world, we will cure ourselves And so it came to pass that madness spread across the earth finding sanity in our mirth With serenity in my heart a simple thought I will miss ... being mad --- It's no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.  - Jiddu Krishnamurti

  Give Me Sadness Give me sadness                   and give me pain                       I will grow through grief                       and transform tears into summer rain Watering the roots of the soul                       finding joy in the earth renewed                       cherishing a bittersweet mood                                                               I walk in darkening shadows                       parched desserts  and churning seas          ...

  All These Years I have waited all these years she whispers in the night, seeking solace   from her life, hiding from the light, wishing to forget.... ...her fear of living. A hard life of broken promises and a lifetime of regret has desiccated her soul, a dried and brittle thing, but once, a long time ago, she   was free, dreaming endless dreams, living in her fantasies, but the dreams   ....just stopped one day, leaving her with a child and endless need. Now, when time permits, she whispers in the night, one last   dream of eternal rest

  One last kiss I hate this pale blue, a shallow reminder of the sky, as I hate the floral scented spray, liberally used so we can pretend we're not held hostage by failing health. The beep, beep, beep of a heart beat, the ever present sound of our mortality is enough to make us swear off ever getting ill. None of these mental gymnastics will ever leave my lips as I hold your hand and make believe we're in some exotic, far off place making love. With joy I remember our life on the edge, always in danger of falling off, but always clinging on... I see my dreams in your eyes, sometimes clouded with unbearable pain, as I try and ease your guilt of leaving me. Your eyes grow big and your hand flutters pointing toward your lips, Is it time already love, can you stay just a while? But you know, as do I the finality of desire as I bend and cup your face with calloused hands and kiss you one last time. With our lips gently pressed, I feel your body relax as you exhale all our long year...

  Decomposing Dreams In the forest of souls all fight for light drink from the well of rusted metal dreams seeking truth in liquid reflections circling the drain of rabid need seeing the future in lullabies consumed where desires are talons and nights bleed sin in love with the ghost of a fractured soul whispering pain only memories remain echoing in the dark that never was haunted by violence on god's TV kissing lips of a decomposing void clinging to a ghost that carries my name