Spartacus2012 Poetry (404)

Soon we shall bid farewell
to the last day of 2012.
Some will spend time together
while others reflect themselves...

My love she has left
to live a life all her own,
I have yet to hear from her
by mail or the telephone...

Deep inside I know
for good she is gone,
her face like an ember
forever burns in the dawn...

One year spent with her
words cannot express measure,
love I'll always remember
within the ruins of our pleasure...

Now it seems all good things
finally come to an end,
perhaps in this coming new year
love will pass this way again...

Soon it shall be
the last day of 2012,
maybe it will be the day
we look deep within ourselves...

I enter the arena of the gym,
To be among the beautiful people
Who stand like ancient olympians,
The titans of my city,
Seeking to perfect the body temple..

Just off in the corner way,
I gaze upon a goddess,
Her long dark raven hair
And toned feminine silhouette
Reflects upon the mirrow like a supernova...

I begin my routine,
Breathing in to find my center,
Entering into a dimension all my own,
Blood rushes through my body,
My work today is complete...

I will come again to the gym,
To become one of the beautiful people,
Pushing my body to new realms,
Fueled by desire and vanity,
Climbing Mount Olympus again...

When I gaze
into her eyes
I see myself,
no longer needing
a mirror to know I exist...

When looking into her
i see the eye of the storm,
feel the calm of the opiate
then die and be reborn
after just one honey kiss...

It seems that i am told
That some people who drive
Fancy cars are simply a-holes
While others just survive...

Maybe i should go
With a BMW or new Jaguar
run down the homeless hobo
in my new and fancy car...

I'll race through tolls
Perhaps throw a little change
From deep within my billfold
Don't think me so deranged...

So, If I cut you off
Before the next red light
I'm on my way to play golf
Or just maybe out of spite...

Encircled around us
The city awakens soon,
Morning glory chases
Our celestial night away.
Behind the clouds
We see disappearing moon,
Past, present and future
Transform us into one,
Dawn is reluctantly approaching,
A new day will begin,
Shortly curtains will be opened
To let the new light in..

I gaze over to see
Your eyes ever glistening,
Filling and completing me
With colors of coming sun,
All with thundering rapture
That this new day will bring.
I touch your back,
kiss your neck,
And feel your skin,
Then rise up to pull the curtains,
To let the morning light in..

Oh wise and trusted spirit
That twists the vines in light of sun,
And causes the rivers to flow and sing,
Bring to me a great love medicine woman
Bringing with you the gift of spring...

Let her smile blossom into flowers,
Her eyes fill with two small pools of water,
Hands so fruitful while passing the hours,
With a voice that brings back childhood dreams
As I see her in shadows of the rising red dawn...

I see her now coming forth with the morning sun rise,
She wears her fur in the glistening snow,
Sweet medicine woman so beautiful and wise,
I drink from your cup of herbal cures,
Let us now share mother earth together...

Your tenderness comes with thunder and lightning,
You bring safe shelter to a place now called home.
Ancient mother, daughter of the storm you bring,
Eyes of wisdom and the spirit of the wolf that roams.
Come now mother, I am part of your pack...

To you I give my years left to live,
For I have never been understood,
Climb into my soul and take what I have left to give,
I am now lying next to you sweet mother of the earth,
Now I am alive and understood, it is why I love you so...

I embrace the night
it is late at night,
the poetry comes, it flows
like ink through my fingers...

Where does it come from?
maybe from the foggy basement
of my minds eye like the hurricane
blowing and sprouting forth as a volcano...

Could it be verbatim drenched in misery?
or an externalization of inward seeking?
Perhaps a restless soul seeking shelter
from the fury storm of emptiness...

Maybe it's the full moon
or misinterpreted star charts.
I watch Taurus collide with Orion
and wish upon a falling star...

It is way past midnight,
the ghosts they call once more,
perhaps I'll take a drive in my car
while the steering wheel turns like a clock

through my empty hands.
I go home to reach for my pen
and set the grandfather clock back
only to to write all over again...

My cat sits
in open window
sniffing air
perched like
great sphinx
great lion
and protector...

My cat hunts
wild in room
running down
imaginary prey
in private Serengeti
bringing down antelope

And other wild beasts.
He climbs trees
purring and cleaning
bathed in moonlight
teasing silly dogs
mockingbird on tree limbs...

Tonight my cat
stares down the moon
rolling over roof tops
eyes of crescent and full
my cat
is king of night...

Late into the night
I met lovely Christinan divine,
I read my love poems to her
Such sweetness before valentine,
She made my soul begin to stir...

When I saw her long dark raven hair,
It shined like a midnight sun,
Her dark eyes began bewitching me,
Such a good witch her work be done,
Christinan's love will set me free...

It's all so easy to fall for her,
With her laying on of tender hands,
They will catch me from the free fall
Of my fragile house built upon sand,
With Christinan, love conquers all...

Soon she will softly hold me,
Wrapping me within her angel wings,
She will sing her songs so easily,
Childhood laughter memories she will bring,
Christinan come to me and love me...

See the two birds soar
weightless in the wind,
floating like the butterfly
forever and ever to ascend
shrinking in sky so heavenly blue...

Blue for me,
blue for you...

Towards the sun they glide,
streaming in the autumn breeze,
effortlessly in undisputed flight,
while we stroll below them in our ease
along our garden path...

You pick a flower for me,
and I one for you...

Soft petals descend into the wind,
we wish for our own wings to fly,
like the gulls above us flapping feathers,
for now we can only gaze and sigh
that our love will carry us away...

A feather floats down for me,
and a soft downy one for you...

Some claim his knowledge came from golden plates,
In Missouri his temple still to be built,
Independence was and still is just empty real estate,
Leaving their scholars with a preponderance of guilt...

For the test of a prophet is for all to see,
Predictions that focus into rays of light,
The truth of the test is told in deuteronomy,
For Joseph Smith "The Vision" faded from our sight...

His "vision" legacy shamed Mountain Meadows in 1857,
Shadowing "the darkest deed of the 19th century."
In Utah the date being September eleven,
Only one man stood trial named John D. Lee...

Brigham Young called it blood atonement for sins of man,
120, men, women and children slaughtered in American west,
Fiery sermon for his people to protect "the promised land."
Coming from high priest, lawgiver and chief polygamist...

Mormons "do your duty" was the battle cry,
Only the youngest children would survive,
Dressed as Indians they caused many to die,
This is still a little known truth to this day many deny.

Did she
notice me
as I walked by?
Did she notice
that I breathed
a heavy sigh
while gazing upon her?

I often wonder
if I exist
within her private thoughts?
These notions and more
do persist
in mine often.

Still I ponder
when I laid
eyes upon her,
did she
notice me?