Join me as we sweep the shores of life Fill our thoughts with the echoing moonlight Walking its way along the banks of serenity
Hold my hand as we swim the warm fall water Echoing through surrounding mountains Full of heaven on earth, of sweet Gaia Sparing her nectar amongst our naked bodies
Share with me as I delight in the stars Dreams forever entangling our horoscopes Tightly as the galaxy spins us ’round
Surrender as we bolden our destiny Enriching its gay step with fruitful love Eternities gates mobile as we proceed Into bliss known to all as rapture
What’s left is desire curving up and down Raising vengeance on soiled ground Pushing upwards against tippy-toes Leaving questions marks as far as one throws
Thumbs make the trip in another womans clothes Carefully calculating unending curls; silently she goes Lips so daringly inviting, posed in a mock snarl Spreading infectiously around an exposed eye; caught, ensnarl
And here, where blush in subtle tones enchants, nay, flutters a heart into flight Digging down deep to indulge in a bite These tones accentuate criss-crossing lines Making their way in and out of my mind
Exposed breasts splayed out from a white button up shirt There too plays a belly button housing a tiny orb of flirt And lyrics written cross her left rib cage Time has stopped here. Time has stopped and forgotten all age
Packed away misunderstanding and coffee breaks Shackling the lonesome cowboy with unending shakes While pushing up sleeves on another silver lining Another smooth caress of subtle defining
Another asymmetrical button bridling the fire Of an angel floating about on tips of desire Sending all exposed reeling from an unconscious slip That puts reason behind an eager crack of the whip
Loosening my collar as I walk up to the spotlight Hushed vibrations filter through my being I take a slow breath and look around at expecting faces Their nervous teeth chattering back at me Catching my gaze one by one like capital letters Each their own little religious Icon in my speechless air Hanging as if suspended in Grandma’s hallway
Forgiveness setting me free while I exhale my contempt That piece of me that eats away at my conscience Making me the miscarriage, the flaw
Do you know where I came from today?
I shiver at the thought that even just one of you Had watched me as I sat shaking in the back corner Down in dusty nether regions of Carrall and Hastings My glance glittering like mother’s shiny silverware My coffee sitting idle: half full – I’m an optimist Huddled over pages of pages I’ve worked hard at keeping un-wrinkled Unsuccessfully Glancing over words that mean little to me now Figuring every vowel is missing diaeresis And scribbling on napkins to avoid appearing unorganized As I spill out my verbatim…
Loosening my collar
Unbuttoning my top button and juggling the microphone Sinking into a low growl that catches their attention Chocolatey smooth I say, a lover’s dream A paradise of low frequencies that shift tailbones Reckoning based on incalculable numbers
Train station brown brick and mortar stares back at me From behind the crucifixions waiting nervously For a brief moment dust settles Literally, the sun-lit dust beams get lost In a sea of hovering beer mugs and uneven chairs
Don’t worry. Don’t get nervous sitting there Reading between the lines and expecting fears This isn’t a bad ending to a dull day This is just a well mannered man dressed to satisfy Piqued desires of the elegant class one starched collar at a time Unfolded liner notes with immaculate white spaces This is a jaunt down Water Street with a Hastings attitude This is a spitting collar loosened
…and in the end I could hardly think I could hardly spend time walking Late at night Without a thought Rummaging through my mind Shifting from Left to right Shaking Ignoring Whimpering at all lost kisses Lost thoughts Instances of connection That could have lasted Had I not been Lost in my own thoughts Forgetting About leftover madness For who then Should I say Goodnight
There were five impressions there that day Two belonged to the Emperor King Child though he was, vast was his arm One belonged to the lady tea dealer Powdered face and blood red kimono Shimada and the Golden Lotus Black trim like a bleeding matchbox The fourth belonged to the fat man Hojiju Business tycoon but despicable patron Beard so long it caught fallen crumbs A neck so indulged it sweat on its own A stomach sized so large it was custom made His breath so grotesque nearby flowers wilted
And the fifth, sigh.. the fifth Well, the fifth is a story Designed for only respectable ears Those ears entirely ready to be cured To be enlightened upon a new journey Through and over finer paths in life Along shallow waters edge Where the spring tips of sakura blood Flutter in the wind to float on away
The fifth is a story of love and then lost A heart that danced so lightly on lilies In the sweet summers pond, so lively with life A story of silent bicycles rolling through Low hanging lanes of public parks Along delightful gardens intricately cared for Dazzling with brilliant colors Like a van Gogh day lit dream
And when love effects them When love finds it’s sacred ground amongst Great boulder rocks and tiny bonsai When love settles the folds of a deep blue kimono Flushing the face free of all blood With tender thoughts of a young brides countenance Then, at that moment is when the fifth enters Along with its strong jawed suitor In new business formal
But it wasn’t there that the fifth stopped its journey A sleek rickshaw and a sturdy set of legs Cobbly streets and dimly lit alleys Hushed movements behind closed rice paper dividers And sandals displayed in all sorts of hurry Emotions rolling down the window like raindrops in the night Comforting morning departures, comforting silence Comforting ebb and flow, engagement Rolling through like smoke From a freshly extinguished candle Escaping out through ill-fitting woodwork Of ancient architecture And passing through the heart of a lamenting maiden Deep amongst the last haiku Beside tokens with memories Beneath bamboo thatched covers Protected by fine silken layers
Here lies the fifth Forbidden from all eyes but two Forbidden from all hearts but one Forbidden from all souls but one Forbidden and almost forgotten But sacred, and coveted And lost
These are the moments we gather in life Scattered with good and including some strife But to turn off, turn away To delay my way for another day I will not; enchanted, I draw my knife
