Virginity calling.

Virginity calling.

Oh sons and lovers

The way of grace belongs,

Once the virgin saw

Spirit in the newest songs.

Did he love Yvette

Of the northern hills?

And should her innocence

Be lost in unsettling frills?

Elements of a distant time,

The story of disgrace,

Yet on her prettiness alone,

The tale of craving her face.

Between her legs denied,

The opening of her youth,

Sense and sensibility brought,

An unconvincing tawdry truth.

Celia who was once,

Left the mark to follow,

Virginity a simple vessel,

Painfully left alone, hollow.

‘Pon dale and tor,

Some gypsy saw something more,

And offered a way

Through that unholy door.

Flattered in a craving way,

Her body wanted release,

For the shameful thoughts,

That just wouldn’t cease.

Raised to proper be,

No earthly way arrived,

Surrendering would be preferred,

But maybe not survived.

See young virgins how,

Desire will call beyond,

The sense of reason left,

When urges you are fond.

The pain of giving in,

May not yet be reward,

Left to lie in blood,

Never more be adored.

Testing times of innocence,

Lead you where desire does,

Be not afraid of wind,

Follow where it always goes.

Silent are the dreams,

Screaming in the night,

Only do what you desire,

If the feelings right.

Once the innocence was,

Naïve in ways of care,

But it’s no reason to,

Leave you standing there.

Play your youth to death,

Enjoy the change of time.

Remember virgins how it feels,

Desire is not a crime!

The King and the Cat!

The King and the Cat!

Oh eyes of mine,

Do they know for what they shine?

Purring like and alley cat,

I see the king,

The element of my desire,

And in this moment,

My will is caving in.

Does the cat sin,

When it looks upon the king?

Fool be I if every day I missed,

The face of beauty,

That I’d once kissed.

Oh eyes of mine,

Say the truth, just one more time.

Oh eyes of mine,

Remember that you’d seen divine.

Pawing at the soft flesh,

Under the duvet at dawn,

Once upon a timeless morn’.

Curled up next to love,

The majesty ruled supreme,

You were way beyond,

The bestest ever dream.

Stalking moments in feline manner,

Was where my heart belongs,

Righting oh so many wrongs,

And ruling my royal days.

Oh eyes of mine

Live in truth and say you’re mine.

When love is more deadly than the endless time drifting bye.

When love is more deadly than the endless time drifting bye.

Beauty, the beguiling,

The all deluding veneer.

Least of all my

Understanding of how we,

Can use this practically,

When almost nothing else,

Presents itself to abate

My cravings of desire.

Filled by haste to lay,

None the reasons beyond

A moment to die for.

Cold this hot flesh

Where provocative lips

No longer kiss intimately.

Fallen for a mist, a mirage

Of angles walking bye,

I’m left here to die.

Racey the flesh on show,

Subtle never came here,

Nor would I see,

More than it I’m sure

Your beauty is

A constant distracting lure.

More fool I’d be

For a moment

In between your embrace,

Squat and bleeding

For a smile of your face.

Riding the train

To love and beyond,

I’ve craved the smell

Of what I’m fond,

But you’ve not come,

To save my day.

In the garden

In the garden

Warmth surround me,

A cloud drifts bye,

And all the while,

I wonder why?

Bees, trees and joy,

The radiance will permeate,

Given a clue of wonder,

Nothing here I’d hate.

Blossoms and petals fall,

In patterns upon the ground,

Here beauty is silent,

It’s prettiness make no sound.

The Gypsy in Me!

The Gypsy in Me!

Somewhere on the distant horizons,

Moon spilled into my craving soul,

And the law of enduring love came,

To fill up a somewhat void, the hole.

‘Twas not a summer to be adored,

When the leaves came blowing round,

A light was quashed on something sweet,

And my feet firmly left the ground.

No-one knew the wanderer in me,

That idleness had kept beneath desire,

Nor that in the fleeting of the wind,

I’d return to living in loves own fire.

Fallen under the weight of living life,

Something stole my one true choice,

Sadly missed in my soul and joy,

Taking the power of a warriors’ voice.

Fixed rigid to any tiresome spot,

The gypsy lost a moment of power,

Told a story of the roving wind,

Could not hold him safe in any hour.

Bold his mission upon the earth,

Where he would spread the love of gold,

The type that fills the empty hearts,

Something special, to have and to hold.

Came the day the sunlight grew,

And spirit mounted a changing sky,

No-one knew the power that made,

Or the way the light would catch my eye.

Like an eagle the love broke free,

And flew to the mountains of bliss,

Dared to appreciate the gift of freedom,

And some of the passion he’d miss.

Creek

         Creek

Worsen the onset of time,

Shielded from the adverse

Reactions settle, upon the

Echoes of what was once mine.

Calm never the rapid flow

Of when you came to

Me and left this hole,

Wider than any you could know.

Ripples on the ether,

Do you remember me here?

Long ago you loved me

Passionate like a fever.

Golden days ’pon the sand,

I hope you’ll still recall,

We had strolled in love

As long, you held my hand…

A fool and his money.

A fool and his money.

A fool and his money are easily parted,

This is a truth I have lately

Come to see in actions and events,

From the dawn of the early rising,

To now where my recollections are,

Fond, pale, overshadowed, yet still surprising.

Toil in the paranoia for even the rich,

Fools don’t just wear the colloquial rags,

Some of us live life at a level

Struggling to find the reason for it all.

Who might be this unseasoned fool?

Where being like everyone else is so

Awfully cool!

Confused .Com

Confused.Com

The world we have created

Has gone mad,

Stark, raving mad.

And you who thought

To save an ounce of time,

To feed the lonely more,

Something to keep the wolf

From kicking down your door.

What tales can you tell?

I wonder did your

Love feel the pangs,

Of how a word

Undid your trust again,

Especially in the reasons

That make a difference

To mainly sympathetic men.

Should it be known

The light of truth still shines,

Despite a fog descending

Over what you hold so dear,

For someone who judged

Would not devote a tear.

Could this foible

Be somehow still overlooked?

And call the sign of peace,

Into the arena of desire,

Where you could know

The unstoppable fire,

And all good news

Roll back the hands of time,

Where you could indicate

Everything was fine.