Having what I’d want.

Having what I’d want.

So much cloud,

Heady, full of desire, the lure,

Something untasted, innocent,

Something definitely pure.

In a world of choice,

I command the universe

To let me know,

One simple angelic voice.

And still I wait to hear,

This unconditional attraction

Coming to fulfilment in my heart,

Patiently waiting,

For you, for you to be near.

Is it wrong to ask of life,

Someone awesome

To be my lover, my friend,

And ultimately my wife?

Sometimes I know

How much I’ve asked,

The debt I owe

For everything passed.

And yet who counts

The account I’m favoured,

Wanting more, yet more

A woman of special flavours?

Is not life, to do my bidding,

Provide me with

The rewards not always deserved?

Oh yeah, remember,

Who in the hell am I kidding?

All I’ve wanted has come and gone,

Because it’s wanting

That resonated most,

Within my perfect song.

Of course my life,

Gave me what I’d want.

It simply followed my desire,

Confusing as that was!

I make no mistake,

That my wanting fooled me,

It created the conflict

And caused hope to leave me.

But now I’m back

And know the reasons,

So, ahead full steam,

To accept these changing seasons.

Love is waiting

To show me endless heaven,

Where I’ll breathe you in,

Intoxicated by your spirit

For the life,

We both are being given..!

Transfixed.

      Transfixed.

So what is it about youth?

We’ve all had it,

Pissed it up the wall

So to speak;

Been reckless, foolish and often

Filled with creativity.

So why do we now

Hanker for the youth we had?

Is it because we’ve

Rued the day,

The one where our dreams,

Have been lost,

Or ran far away?

Sparkling eyes, so full of hope,

Tender lips pressed

To the glass half full.

May I praise such temptation,

Cravings of the ancient flesh?

Could we steal a moment,

Where I’d held your gaze,

A secret tongue tied kiss?

Pretty woman, with wild smile,

Could you yet learn from me,

Ahead of the crisis

To live your life tortured,

Transfixed in the world of others,

And run away, where love is free?

Oh bold sensual goddess,

Would you come, walk awhile

On the wild side with me?

Nothing ordinary about this.

Nothing ordinary about this.

If you’d have known

Would it then have mattered?

The fool is blind to love,

Not for it that keeps him safe,

But because the moment,

Here and now is precious.

Creating mystery cannot be overdone,

When two worlds collide,

Slide the feeling,

Emotional firestorms raging,

Pieces of heaven falling

At the feet of the willing.

Fool be I for love

On this day

In this place

For this face,

The face of grace.

Rapture becomes the birthplace,

Elation races into each tiny

Spectral, station under fascination.

And pure love reeks of adrenalin,

The fuel to build new worlds.

Mine the lament of children,

Never understanding the allure,

Pure, demure and insecure.

Caught as if the pants

Were down, surrendered for

A night of magic on the town,

Such weirdness wears a

Thorny crown of emeralds,

Pearls and black velvet gown.

On this step

In this way

I rejoice

To hear loves true voice.

Fully ripened fruit.

Fully ripened fruit.

It is said,

‘Ye shall know the tree,

When it bears its’ fruit.’

Then what fruit do you eat?

Tell me my lovely,

Just how juicy are dry

Are the taste-buds that excite you?

Some people like a variety

Of fruits to cross their pallet,

Others eat only apples

To keep the doctor of love at bay.

Tell me please my lovely,

What fruit are you for me?

Stranger men have said,

That you are ripe as cherries,

All I see with mine own eyes,

Is the heady haze,

Of squashed pears

That come be cider.

Do you see in me,

The Kumquats’ ripe and slender?

Exotic, rare and full of peace?

For I could fill up

Your entire senses,

If Kumquat was your nectar,

And in the everlastingness

Of time, becoming

Your sweet surrender !

Needle in a Haystack.

Needle in a Haystack.

Opportunities fly

In the face of wanting,

Of the needing to be loved.

I can hear so much laughter,

Elsewhere Eros strikes the heart,

People who are becoming lovers,

And the joyful tears of falling,

Love that fills all sense

Of reason in the craving.

But finding all this

Hullabaloo has me chained,

To a past time of searching

High and low for her.

Madness of course to

Believe in miracles arriving,

The sort to make me

Smile from ear to ear…

Searching seems to elude

The rewards I’d love to know.

Just one single angel

Could cause this wind to blow.

So where do they come from

The loves full of grace?

And how do I encounter

This girl to touch my face?

Do not look and ye shall find,

Is all I’m being told,

But bloody hurry up and find

Me, before I’m way too old!

Needle in a haystack is,

The challenge that I’m facing,

Tell me sweetheart could it be you,

That will set my pulse to racing?

Life is Love

       Life is Love

Life is love,

And we are the means

By which love is realised.!

Who could have thought

The very kindness we display,

Would be the evidence of love,

Revealed in a unique moment?

No other reason could there be,

Than this truth that talks

Joyously on the souls of people,

Those disposed to pay attention.

For on the rooftops sit angels,

Guardians of the beautiful way,

The directors of love and peace,

To fill our world with light.

Life is love,

And we are the evidence

That prove it has a value.

Would it be worse,

To believe that love has expired?

A vacuum left ‘pon the earth,

Where evil could reign over.

Do not be still afraid,

For love is an eternal law,

Everything moves, because of it,

Only IT can show hate the door.!