Spartacus2012 Poetry (404)

You always come to me
under cover of night
absent rumor
always a magical song
captured within your whispers.

You always come to me
without fear or hesitation
embracing mutual attraction
we forget all past things
hypnotized in the light of your eyes.

I do not wish
to interrogate this mystery my love
in this abyss we are two reflections of one being
perhaps even the incarnation
of one soul...

Lingering (in foggy haze)

Silhouettes of lost souls

(basket people muttering)

Lingering

(as they always do)

Culture of poverty
holding up signs
will work for food
the barefoot children
HIV and hunger
the powerless mothers...

Lingering

Cult of personalities speak
(the politicians)
eager for answers we listen
to false hope.

Lingering

Embers dancing in the wind
and the Spanish Moss
that hangs from magnificent oaks
begin to hang like funeral draperies
that echo meaningless sighs...

Lingering...

When we love
the Alpha you
that comes from Him
must all begin.

Tall and arching
as oak or pine
you the huntress
in search of game.

Who is my mother
or brethren?
But with you Cherubim
I will eat from the tree of life.

If I lay with you
under will of God
will you become
my mother, sister, best friend and lover?

Beautiful muse
it is cold tonight
the winds of change
has returned your kiss to my lips.

We lie under
the same sky once again
as the hard grass of winter
pinches into our backs.

Behold outside
our eyes see a waxing moon
showering us in blessed taint of darkness
with milky taunts of all creation.

You have ridden
to me upon the wind this night
uncertain of wrong or right
I lay back and dream of dragons.

A shooting star
my wish has come true
I celebrate the words that are her
my most beautiful muse...

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The color of love
is sometimes indigo
a saturated midnight
of violet and jasmine.

My darkest lover
is a forest
a night of dark trees
she prefers black roses.

Darkness is our candle
we make love
with our shadows
in beautiful darkness.

She gave to me
a box full of darkness
and kisses me
with tiny sips of grey.

We prefer the night
drowning ourselves
in the depth of its hues
darkness soothes.

What strange places
our love carries us
to such dark passages
no cry of light.

Safe and sound
into darkest corners
in the circular
temple of her heart.

She is the raven
in the dark we began
in the dark we stay
in the dark we bleed...

Tell me
you love me
stay with me...

Tell me
there is nothing
I could ever do

to lose your love...

My love
may this kind of love
protect me

Until I die
even after death...

Tell me
you are stronger
than any depression

Braver
than any loneliness
be my other soul to cling to....

As I was walking about
I came across
a three legged dog
he was behind a fence...

He barked as is if to say hello
that he was doing just fine
that he could do everything
a four legged dog could do
he did not view himself as handicapped...

He barked and wagged his tail
he didn't say life wasn't fair
I think he was trying to say
he's just like any other dog...

I stopped and petted his head
and began to think
this three legged dog
does better than most two legged people..

Wishing for you
to glide into your shadow
under cover of night
follow your footsteps
into my waiting arms...

I await your shadow
to loom at my door
no shadow but yours
the wind through my open door
blows the restless curtains
the wind thoughts of you stir...

We love in the shadows
but like the roses I give you
their shadows love the sun
they also love the dark
like our love that is a lightless mystery...

Visionaries within the darkest-sight
we choose to love...

Sex, drugs and rock and roll
chips, dips and leather whips
the generation of being all about "me"
growing up in the 1970's...

Cannabis dreams and swims to the moon
Erica my lover from Germantown, PA
love upon the river wonderland starlit sand
opiated hashish carpet rides to far away lands..

Rock concerts decibel levels Who and Rolling Stones
age of excess to the American extreme
mom it's my birthday do you understand my need
I can't use this gift card to go buy some weed...

Erica and those summer nights would call
Bruce Springsteen taking us to Jungleland
my posse and I never stationary or without fun
we realized then we were Born to Run...

Soon the 80's came and I grew up
Erica was gone my sweet loving cup
I chose the military and college instead
of being like some six feet under and dead...

I'm still here for a purpose I know
my late teen years was the real "That '70s Show"

Luna as I watch you rise
I imagine my raven lover
painting her in delicate hues
as I always do in my dreams..

Mi Luna I am but a sailor
you the sea moon, Bella Luna
mesmerizing with your beauty and fullness
whose reflection ripples in the waters...

On the night I fell in love with you
I breathed her warm fragrance
spawned upon a gentle touch
on a sweet night of your clarity..

Oh Mi Luna
I ask that you do not drift away
you inspire the dream of love
it would bring me to much tears!

My beloved Luna
may you both be my love
I have sobbed for her under your sky
comforted by the truth you will never leave...

Mi Luna, shine upon our sea
from a distant shore I hear the mariachi
you are a moon of lovers
soft are your wings, blanca is your skin...

Heart crystal Luna
of the ocean
shine down on me...

Just another day
I woke up and looked around
finding myself
in the classifieds lost and found..

You had slipped away
just in case I took a peek
thinking maybe you
were playing hide and seek...

Today is just another day
reaching highs and the low
the wind will still blow
and the water will still flow...

For another day to start
this one must end
although my heart is aching
I know somehow it will mend...

Tired of being turned around
lost and found
why do you care
you are never there...

Anyway,
today is just another day
out of mind and out of sight
don't tell me it's gonna be alright...

Anyway,
you just try and hold on
tomorrow's another day...

Awakening to the scent left of you
in haze of incandescent light
your form still imprinted in my sheets
your perfume still on my pillows...

I remember you spooning next to me
with your sultry satin smile
love that blossomed into magical moments
our souls united and conjoined...

And when the nights are torn asunder
I recall the scent of your hair
my soul the seed and you the planter
out of the ground into celestial sky..

Missing you more than I thought I would
haunted by the ghost of you
your silhouette caressed by moonlight
the smell of your perfume that lingers..

The enchanting kisses and fevered touch
spirits that bewitched and bemoaned
making love under licorice sheets
ghost of you in gown of blue and gray...

Often I awaken next to your ghost
ghost that absconds souls like precious gems
and for a singular second we dance and embrace
then you disappear into a falling star..