Love Heirs

Source: 20th C Fox

Words slipped, carelessly leafing in the wind,
Falling hard, grazing a hand and a knee skinned,
It was a midday, midyear type of feeling,
Sweet air that is unromantically appealing,

Sipping bitter cider, musty airs losing speed,
Seeing through lashes, many words to read,
Sweaty palms soiling pages and marking progresses,
Breezes fluttering hearts, just as they flutter dresses,

The sun creeps through rafters, dust dancing ballet,
Much is felt, but words leave little to say,
Escape into metaphor and slip into allegory,
Not so much a retreat but a decisive foray,

Long sighs accompany afternoon highs,
Rich eyes crumple souls to their demise,
Adolescent dreams sour and dissolve,
Somewhere worms were involved,

Flesh and flowers, sourced from the same soils,
Genetically intwined, entwines and coils,
Piercing the decaying atmosphere, 
Sharp and cold, a pointed spear,

A deep voice clears the air, 
Like a long-forgotten ode or prayer,
Peacefulness fills the soul–
‘For whom the bell tolls.’

Opulence clinks the ice drowning in gin,
Reminding the youth of what had been,
Stretching arms like history’s twin,
Posterity watching, a scurrilous grin. 

Oh, what sweet sorrow
from past loves we borrow.
Two young hearts defy their genesis,
For a long-lasting, far-reaching kiss.

Fear; A Love Story

Source: Tumblr

Our feet moved slowly through the centre of the road,
Our eyes stared star-ward, we watched as they glowed,
The moon hung, suspended in our deepest belief,
As the signs of autumn wore away with the last falling leaf,

Darkness engendered the fear that tugged us to stop and glance.
Wondering, if, in the face of danger, we stood a fair chance,
Apart, but together, our minds crawled doggedly on,
Inwardly guessing how long those stars actually shone,

A stalemate of stillness awaits the mallet to sound,
Withal, reticence persisted as, in silence, we drowned,
Onwards and inwards we search for nourishment, 
Sought after dreams of smiles and encouragement,

I cite history as the source of my displeasure,
Awaiting the sign, which, of course, is your leisure,
Recall, that time flees the scene of the crime, 
Just as the poet chimes perfectly posed rhymes,

Intellectualize and sexualize the words on the page,
More often than not, this is our calamitous plague,
Equilibrium vets the provocateur and jets the esoteric, 
Monotonous ages of desire, thus, eclipsed by a titillating philosophic,

The brightest body we see is a reflecting body, mostly cast in shadow,
Reminding us of fairy stories told oft once, long, long ago,
Truth is obscure, abstracted, and loftily denied,
Morals are clear and craftily contrived.

Once upon a time, they reached their happily ever after,
The crowd cheered, resonating their lust to the rafters,
Fairy stories make-believe the love we wish to be,
For, only young artists sing songs of such courage and bravery.

Scenes laid before the humble philosopher-queen,
The jouissance of questioning what it is to have been,
To be, to we, we are, I am–the syntax, the grammar, the allegory,
Couplet and Capulet, troubled and toiled, tell this duel-householder story,

The visions collapse as sisters disperse to quaff coveted goblets of brine,
Whilst, above, the suspended apparition of the sandman shines,
Reminded of the laboured movements that idle our hearts,
Wondering, still, if it is us, who Eros eternally thwarts,

The noise in the shadows leaps forth from our throats,
Equal in horror to no other sound this author had wrote,
Fretted in terror by things of the hoary night,
Reminded, in banality, that this fear, I did write.

An experiment in Romantic Poetry; or Autobiographical Phantasm

An experiment in Romantic Poetry; 

or Autobiographical Phantasm

The darkness marches on swiftly falling droplets,

Echoing days of old, whispering sadly epithets,

Indiscrete harmony accompanies chilling melody,

Drinking casks of wine that have aged splendidly,

Consumptively desirous of the lighted days of old

When the sun shone and fairies danced, all was but cold,

Follow the light, dear lady, sweetly drinking nectar,

Catch your reflection, my beautiful muse⎯you are

One hundred times young, four thousand times lovely,

Five acres of freshly tall wheat, and you, alone, belong with me,

Ne’er leave my side for kingdoms will come, and go,

Oh they will go, but just say you’ll stay here, say it is so!

The rays upon your chameleon body alight your mood,

Instantaneous glimpses of your ever-changing to elude,

The men who have sought to capture your present in their past,

Those charlatans did not know that you were not theirs to cast

In nets for fish, my mermaid of the seas and oceans forthwith,

My angel of sunshine, you wander the world inspiring wondrous myth,

The darkest of the waters contrast with your mind’s light,

The moodiness of your years, oh! they bring such delight,

The gods bow to their knees upon whispers that echo your name,

Curling and dancing with the nymphs, ne’er to be tamed,

Oh loveliest of lovelies, duckling of nebulous desires,

You order the realms with grace, soaring mine ecstasy higher

than even the tallest church spires.

~fin