Elizabeth Ann

I never ever thought that my tale, so definite and precisely imagined,

Could be told from the jagged edges of a grassy cliff,

High above an almost green sea trying hard to be tame, so deliberate and nicely savage,

With the answers to questions that start with what if…

The clouds were there too with a benevolent menace, an audience to the unfolding fortunes,

Following the resolute path of the setting sun in the distance,

Reminding me that time is precious, especially in moments of importance,

Like when you standing under a rainbow sharing an existence…

Thinking as one and feeling for each other, you and a lover,

One whose kitty smile makes you explode with contentment.

Looking into her eyes rich with colour, green and brown like the perfect summer,

I could have never imagined I would be so captivated by the beautifully unexpected…

Open to the idea that I could be understood, by someone just like me but poles apart,

Born on the same day but in another world under different circumstances,

Something I have done must be good, or I must have made dreaming an art,

For she makes me feel like nothing can ever hurt my chances…

          ヰ

We get on so naturally that fantasy grows envious, I the man and she the woman,

Our purposes intricately entangled in ways that beg questions of forever,

We have not been promised many years, but what we have takes us beyond being human,

And there nothing matters except that we are together…

Scene to scene every second made to last, holding her in my arms listening to her heart,

A sound so alive it stills my thoughts and makes me listen,

Everything I’ve ever been fading into the past, everything I’ve ever asked given by the stars,

She makes me feel found as if nothing was ever missing…

            也

My own untidy scribble the evidence in the script, given life by the purity of her zest,

What we have and what we give is testament to the uniqueness of our being,

Everything we have is perfect as it is, we live we share and we both confess,

What we have and what we give is ultimately freeing…

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Dead Volcano

That sound is amazing: the sound of freedom is a muted scream

Falling ashes suspended in a dream, where tear drops are rain drops

And life is still.

The heart is still blazing: the heart that gives blood

Black red like burning oil fields, the love, an obsidian flow

Hissing on the surface and simmering on the inside.

 The memory, that memory, is seared: the memory now void of truth

In a vacuum I age back to my youth, blinded by miscomprehension

I see a rigid future.

The sight is a beauty: sight is a cruelty when taken as it is

Dilated pupils floating in their sockets like dead fish, in the sea

 Tired of tasting salt.

Old bones turn to ash: aching bones make that music

In my wake shadows dance looking foolish, with gaping mouths

Like swallowed reflections.

Time is travel: there’s no time like now to go nowhere

The speed of life is a living nightmare, death is the pit lane

The past just a deserted wasteland.

The meaning is lost: the meaning which means nothing to any other

My mouth filled with molten lava, the world is populated with spies

Sabotaging self.

No outcome is fixed: so out come the mixed messages

Every effort effortless, until

We die.

Dead Volcano

The Rain

What but a kind word in a moment can
compare

To a confession not there but said
like I’m not scared?

What, if not chance, can make
uncertainty so fair?

So readily open it’s hard to
prepare?

Is it not through dialogue that I am
most exposed?

Even though the perfect sense I make
is culturally clothed?

Am I not what I speak because I’m
definitely not what I’m told?

Just an original idea cast from a
great celestial mould,

Like rain descended from above, I
fall

Translucent and well meaning I cover
all,

Spreading the will to live, fuelling
the impetus for imaging

Looking for idle minds definitely
worth tampering…

Ages Away

Ages away at future’s end,
bound by timeless memories shared

Touched by waste in a vacant space, the
stuff left over when angels descend,

Given without purpose, I seek thirstily
below the surface

Blindly perceiving shapes behind my
face, doing myself a noble service,

Unknown but undeniably there, a clear
conscious is precisely rare

Stripped of this life’s grudges and
colourful smudges, beyond the need for air,

Taken beyond reasonable measure, love is
a feasible adventure

Journeyed while on journey wisdom comes early, before you’ve known the pleasure,

Living outside circles of ways and
expectations, the dead pass on no recommendations

Sharing in their lostness I’m burdened
by options, to come or to go without lamentation,

Learning through the intellect, thoughts
amount into debt

When seeing becomes freeing, the God of
Karma will come to collect,

Actions cruel behaviours habits abound,
the deeds the fate the lessons amount

Brought into existence from nothing like
mystic gypsies, I return without a sound,

Bloodless, still, ghastly alive,
galvanized by a heart that’s oversized

I hunt for the kill like a nomad with a
bolshie will, trying to feed my mind,

Plagued by the fear of not fearing,
obsessed with the need for meaning

A wary soul that never seems to get old,
grasping at dreams that keep disappearing…

ΞΞ

At the distant past’s beginning, basking
with the forgotten still living

 Unfelt is the abundance of my closed inner
substance, like devils with no misgivings,

Taken for what I am, barely looking for
anything on the ground worth a damn,

Analytically deceiving the world beyond
seeing, undoing the indecent obtusely bland,

In denial and known I’m somewhere safe,
with a common guilt vaguely brave

Dressed by death’s blessings and dull
messages, I’m suffering from a nourished age,

Given within a justifiable boundary,
hate is always floundering

Stuck in an unmoving place naivety is
cured late, after I’ve known doubting,

Dying inside spirals of the unforeseen,
the living give counsel through what they have been,

Estranged from their findings I’m free
from deciding, to be or not to be every single deed,

Unlearning through the heart, feelings
become a prospering art

When touching feels like nothing, the
God of Dharma will remind me of what I am not,

Instincts benign sentiments all novelty
perishes, the undone the nameless the soul cherishes

Taken back into decay like something I
cannot say, I leave with all that my spirit embellishes

Bloody, twitching, nicely dead, weighed
by an emptiness inside my head

I wait in a dastardly web for my kill’s
life to ebb, turning my heart to lead,

Uninfected by the love of loving,
oblivious to the denial of what’s coming

An invigorated body fresh with worry,
releasing a reality so real, it’s numbing…

Sea Me

Backwards and forwards in crashing circles, motions all day
and night without reason, except maybe to agree to universal law, a chaotic
purpose given to create order, ever changing with a nature still always
certain, still always clear, still always mysterious, still…yet always full
of life, of itself, with itself and providing a whole majestically wet world
for many, symbolically representing the inner worlds of those that cannot dwell
in her turbulent depths, the ocean, so mercilessly green at times, hypnotically
blue at others, inclined to the occasional complete hue of grey, when the sky
frowns down with the weight of its fears, up close I realise you are actually
see through, open, void of pretence, inviting me into your world, into your subconscious
where you hold many secrets, a wealth of the unknown…

Love Me Like My Mother

I do not think that a man should ever be foolish enough to believe
that one day he will find a love that will be greater than or rival the love
that they receive from their own mother. I think this is as true for a man as
it is for a woman, since there is nothing that compares to a mother’s love in
all the universe.

Unfortunately I think most people are unaware of this, or if
they are they choose to ignore it, when it comes to seeking out a partner to
share a life with and that in the end leads to unnecessary hurt and
disappointment.

Well what exactly is it about a mother’s love that sets it apart
from all other types of love? Well, for one a mother’s love never diminishes or
changes and stays just as intent as it always was, if not a little bit wiser
with age.

No matter what one may become or fail to become, no matter how things
turn out and no matter what you decide to do with your life, your own mother’s
accepting love can be relied on to accept you under any and every circumstance.
So strong is a mother’s love that at times it almost seems like it doesn’t have
to be earned as if your mother will continue to love you even if you do not reciprocate
that love.

For a mother’s love is unstated and yet felt ten times as strongly
as any other kind of love out there, and for that reason perhaps it is so easy
to take for granted.

That same strong motherly love raises us men to be confident and
daring, and ready to discover the world and create what we will. A mother’s
love is so strong and wise that it accepts that it will nurture and raise young
boys into men who will one day want to spend as little time in the home that
cared for them, since their destiny is to start a family of their own.

In seeking out families of our own I think we men sometimes forget that the ones
we shall fall for are far from being anything like our mothers and the love
they offer is of a different kind altogether. The first mistake we make is to
believe that the love from a lover will be unconditional and will accept us as
we are at all stages of our lives.

We live our lives in relationships thinking that our partners will
always care for us the same way they did when they first fell for us but this
is just an illusion. As a man you have to accept that to a woman you will
always represent a specific concept, whether that be safety, stability, support
or refuge.

This means that while the woman might like or enjoy your personality
or who you think you are there are many things about you that also make her
want to share an existence with you and you may not be aware of these things
all the time.

Realising this makes you understand why it is that you cannot
keep crying to your woman about the things that do not go right in your life,
because that is what you are there for in her life. Perhaps she will allow you
to do it once, perhaps she may allow you to do it twice. But once you do it a
third time she will find a clear way to let you know that that is not how
things operate and you need to learn to suck it up.

In the same way a smart man quickly learns never to try reason with
a woman who is in an emotional state. Never try make her see that she is
overreacting or needs to calm down. Instead a good man should take his woman
seriously and feel what she is feeling and let her get it all out of her
system.

Do not for one second let her know that you do not understand what she
is feeling or that you think she is reacting to something silly. At the same
time do not let her know that half the time you do not know why she gets so
worked up. Just pretend pretend pretend and for the love of God do not let her
know you are pretending. Any other reaction will just be asking for trouble and
will take you on the fast road to men’s hell.

Falling in love with a woman you intend to spend the rest of your
life with is hard work and one should accept that before they go seeking out a
life partner. Foolishly believing that that initial spark will get you through
the worst of times is inadvisable because it is only commitment and dedication
that will get you through.

Unlike a mother’s love, a lover’s love cannot be
taken for granted and sooner or later it will demand a strong reaction from
you. That’s why these days I care very little for the romantic love that seemed
to be the driving force for so many years of my life. I have come to believe
that it takes a whole lot more than just that to keep two people together and
knowing what I intend on giving in a relationship makes things easier rather
than focusing on what I will be receiving in the relationship…

Kiss the Breath of Bonbon Angels

Kiss the breath of bonbon angels, taste the splendour of what intent enables

Feel the tickle of many keen fingers, move with the tension while it still lingers

Legs intertwined bring the throbbing into focus, teasing is a pleasure like love unspoken

Skins uncovered roar from the perspiration, cool eye contact unlocks the imagination

Three beating hearts pulsing through one vein, freedom of art knows no shame

A mouthful of nipple a handful of breast, an enchantment of la femme delight at it’s best

Blowing on the hardness moist it stirs, echoes from the crevasse tickle as it purrs

Closely shaved hairs coarse brazenly across the smooth, complete bodily expression sets morals loose

An earthly taste comes with this exquisite sexual buffet, mouthfuls of delight and nothing to say

No words need be spoken when at play, meaning is shared through this vigorous display

Each movement thrice felt intensifies the occasion, the complexities of the unconscious have no patience

In up down out there is no escape from the now, the charming hurt of laughter becoming howls

The scratching of an aching that badly craves, worse than the joviality of the depraved

Insanity without measure is happiness explored, cavernous chasms opened like never before

The passions of dark love the succulent glory, the enchanting unfolding of an untold story

Fresh naked bodies riddled with secrets, nothing will stop until we find the deepest…