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My frozen world becomes broken in time
Splinters of beauty does cracklin' ice bring
Those gentle clinks of a muffled wind chime
Wintered valley hear a tolling bell ring

Smokey steam rises from a running brook
Drifts lazily through a dark barren branch
Across the sleeping woods might be forsook
Iced o'er water making the earth's blood stanch

Depart these last days of winter sublime
Water turning vapor before my eyes
Restless as spirits will rise in their time
Ghostly apparitions we need surmise

Castawaya dreams imaginary
Exist either whole or fragmentary

Are you willing to answer questions about erotic thoughts?
Are you willing to make love even if I forget about your very name during doing so?
Are you willing to speak even if no one listens to your sadness or downfalls?
Are you willing to think twice even if it only takes one time?
Are you willing to paint a picture without any paint or canvas?
Are you willing to get higher than you've ever been without any kind of drugs?
Are you willing to laugh at someone's funeral pyre?
Are you willing to take the last drink even if you've had enough?
Are you willing to die for me?
Are you willing to take candy away from a baby?
Or are you just willing?

A dream, always just a dream.
A gentle yes strong arm just wrapping around you as you stand wondering.
A shoulder that you can lean into knowing that no matter what it will still be there.
A set of eyes that look into you, know you and yet yearn to discover more of you.
Lips that you can't stop kissing, that curl up in a knowing smile, when he sees that you remember how they feel.
A chest and lap that is home.
I know Him he is out there but in this life I might have to just settle for my dreams.

The sun kissed West
In romance dressed
The home of the summer snows
Where the wily camp bird builds it's nest
In the land where the cowgirl grows.

The rope keeps time
To the hoof beats rhyme
And the tanning breeze that blows
From youth to age man's at his prime
In the land where the cowgirl grows.

There circle race
And fall to place
As the lariat she throws
Across the blue flit clouds of lace
In the land where the cowgirl grows.

She's blithe and brown
She fears no town
And laughs wherever she goes
It's there they help the man that's down-
In the land where the cowgirl grows.

They sing by rote
And swear by note
In the home of the sun's repose;
But it's ladies first, when they go to ride
In the land where the cowgirl grows.

I went to Vegas a year ago, and gamble all day through. I lost a hundred thou and had to sing the blues. There was no clocks on the wall, to tell the time come true. But the manager seen me cry , and said what can I do I said I needed cab fare a hundred bucks or more the manager gave me a travelers check , then through me out the door.

Faceless Man
Body of a Lion, strong and secure.
Mind of a gorilla, gentle but naughty.
Heart of an elephant, true and protective.
Faceless Man
With arms so gentle enfolded around me,
With lips that brush my brow so softly,
With a chest so safe I curl into each night.
With a heartbeat so strong I feel it with mine.
My faceless Man,
With you I belong.

Old Friend
Happy to see an Old friend in Poetry
Lively Loving Caring and Kind friend
Who's poem was full of Love
Addressing her beloved
With words like pearls
Her poems she shared
Was classic poetry
I missed her very much
Happy to see her again
Her name is Ladyjewel
I called her Diamond Lady
Happy to see her back

a step out into another dimension, horizontal breath a frost clings to the air lost in sight. Snow's yet to lay is a finger tip cold night. Perfect night in gaze a spotted night light as hands found the pockets head back in stare. Periph's pickin up clustered cloud a breath catches the air as a tongue to iced steel. Whats past the black behind spots a light as ears start to burn in the cold laden flowed air. Huge deep breath plundered drawn in . . . . . ~

Did you ever have the feeling
That was the best you ever had
Did you help it feel good
Or did it get there
All
By itself.

It's said life's not about love
Yet, if it's knockin on your door
Would you open it wide.

Your face has a smile
That comes from within
Door bell was rang
Fifth time we try.

Walk of shame never happens
When you believe in your stay.

There's a connect that you find
That idles your life where you spend most your time
Tho your heart gets trumped by your mind everytime.

That hand with a finger touching your face
Your mind saw it often
Yet it had to erase
A time in your life that was so
Good for you.

Those sheets full of memory
Washed down the drain
Love you never had
Filled in the blanks.

It's five am, from the sheets you rise
Hands are empty, tho the mind sit's quite full.

Dam it that dream kept it alive
What I wanted in life
Yet your ears that were wet
Failed to see.

Was it you
Or was it me
Arms now arthritic
So much time has passed by.

My words now release you to settle my heart
A place where we started, now time to depart.



~Bentlee~

Tired from my climb out of the water
I crawled onto a lily pad
Trying to balance with a little totter
Feeling more than slightly sad

I had left all my friends at the bottom
Nature telling I needed to leave
Yes the view up here is awesome
Although leaving friends I do grieve

I made a promise I would return
But wait – my body is changing
I need to tell them what happens up here
I now have wings and am flying

I am now all these beautiful fluorescent colors


I need to return to tell the good news
But all I can do is skim the water in flutters
Look up – lookup through the water and peruse

We come from the bottom of the earth
Then are called to the surface
Going through a transformation and rebirth
For a whole new life and purpose

Look up – look up above and see
God has given us a new body in life
Look up and see how beautiful you will be
You will leave the darkness too and arise