Pablo Neruda, Charles Baudelaire, e.e. cummings and Maya Angelou.
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'I am still at the mercy of words, though sometimes now, knowing a little of their behavior very well, I think I can influence them slightly and have even learned to beat them now and then, which they appear to enjoy.'
- DYLAN THOMAS
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Chromium Blues Poems
Love Lingers (Where It Will)
simplistic to the point of incomprehensible, love lingers on the lips and in the heart - seemingly for but the briefest of moments, while ever cavorting on the brink of eternity.
Upon Contemplation Of Past Indiscretions
subsequent to reflection and after considerable self-recrimination i have graciously forgiven myself any past transgressions - the voluntarily imposed veil of deceit
LADY OF GRACE
radiant lady of mystery, all is as it should be - I am your enigma, as you are mine; lucky be divinity's angels to embrace you as their own.
Dance To Ecstasy
theirs a well conducted symphony of emotional inertia, measured out in perfect synchronization; the dance of two hearts poised in harmony, secure in the knowledge of what the next movement brings.
Sensual As Sin
scarlet rose sultry blues note in the symphony of seduction; sensual as sin her rise to rapture leaves me breathless and wild.
Enchantment Of The Heart -new-
much as other men before me i'd heard my share of fantasies and fairy tales but ere i gazed upon her lyrical countenance i had not known enchantment of the heart
She As Master (Flip The Script)
slow winding ascent through unfolding layers of intimate arousal, i am consumed by the breath-taking exhilaration of impending abandon. watching as those dark eyes are slowly ignited by the fires of libidinal desire, bathed in that undulating glow between submission and intent,
Child Of Chaos
before light, before time - bathed in the warm depths of a primitive black sun - we find, in the convoluted intersection of undisciplined will and abstract constructs, the nexus of what is to become our tenuous existence.
'have we met before? ' i said. 'of all the strangers i have chanced upon, you are by far the most familiar.'
Soul Of Valor
in the pale shadow of death's grim reaping, when tomorrows fade into yesteryear and memories have lost their meaning, who then to mourn the poet's solitary tear?
the days of fragile laughter and carefully cultivated elegance are upon us; step lightly lest the luster pale revealing the languid exuberance of our decline;
her every movement the very definition of inspired poetry, the elevated essence of quiet beauty and emotional eloquence; a composition of rhythm and grace beyond measured reckoning, danced in perfect cadence to the melodic rhapsody of noble expression -
Forever Solemn Breaks The Day
foul this capricious farce, masquerading as fate; cruel spectre that would lead to darkest melancholy; each surging memory the echoing chorus of a bittersweet sorrow - slowly fading vestige of a dying heart;
Time And Darkness Favor No Man
long now have i journeyed paths many a wanderer before hath trod with naught else to serve as guide save the light of reason and its unreasoning master...
Comments about Chromium Blues
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Love Lingers (Where It Will)
simplistic to the point of incomprehensible,
love lingers on the lips and in the heart -
seemingly for but the briefest of moments,
while ever cavorting on the brink of eternity.
consuming everything within its reach,
yet holding nothing captive,
unfettered and relentless, it comes and goes,
like the wayward thoughts of a derelict poet;
staying where it wishes or finds warm welcome,
departing when it must;
leaving much more than it ever takes,
never demanding of reciprocity.
its seed lies ever out there,
neither friend nor enemy to time; ...