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Thursday, July 24, 2008

Beware of the siren

One should beware of a woman who writes poems
And silence that speaks louder than her voice
A mind that's prone to change with words of poets
A heart that's pure, but keen for making choice
Beware my friend, but don't mistake her notions
As shifting as she seems, she's loyal in her ways
She's made of care, love, tenderness, devotion
And peace awaits one strong to solve her maze
Affection labors anger when forsaken
And thoughtless words as penalty for tears
The poems that rage with smugness when mistaken
Thy soul may ache, but knowing heart forgives
And she believes that everything's connected
There are no accidents; there is only choice and faith
There is not secret prize at doors of those awakened
There are no ancient scrolls, just wastages of haste
There is only echo of one's covert soul
There is only stillness of one's aching heart
There is nothing less and nothing more
There is only muse from love that fell apart
The intimate embrace can be deceitful
What mind and heart desire body takes
The journey's long and arduous, but equal
From sting and fury stronger will awakes
Don't fear what you don't know
Don't judge the past or present
Thy trust was not misplaced
But wrought with doubt and blame
It's hard to love someone
And be forever pleasant
Her heart lives just for love
Yours lives because of pain
Although you'll never change
From past that had you shaken
You'll find a new beehive
With younger honey bees

You are not the "Outlaw"
Of that I'm not mistaken
But you can make love stay
By setting your doubts free

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

To whom, who can understand it

Nurtured in solitude of winter rains
With breath of summer, flowers bloom estranged
And butterfly has fluttered from thy plain
Away from wanton safety of the ranch

I hear in whispers of one mind’s defeat
I watch in silence as the heart betrays
I feel feet moving to the secret beat
I see one scouting crowds for younger prey

I speak of things forgotten by the brain
And memories of lips that lie with ease
Of mocking words that sting thy soul with pain
Of eyes that smiled in the summer breeze

Of open rooftops, midnight swims and laughs
Of hair lockets safely tucked away
Of love that is too strong to ever pass
Of pride too heavy for the mind to slay

Thy mind will lie and waiver and forget
Thy memory will play a trick on thee
Thy heart will beat forever stronger yet
Once time allows thy will to set it free