This sad poem

This sad poem
Written not only as a reminder, but as a warning.
Do not write poetry!
I mean do not write about
Eyes that when stared at stirred or stole the soul.
Or when winter's freeze blows Don't tell tales
Of keeping warm by the fire Or body heat on cold dark nights.
Do not lament about
Long distant stars or how
They glimmer, shine or glow.
OH!!! The endless tears and devotions
To the end of time towards, for or about someone.
Write instead I love you and
Miss you everyday and Because of you I write,
This sad poem.

You are everything

You are everything

from the blue eternal sky of desire
to the sun lit rock of love
where Lizard like I bask in your golden rays.
I've desired you from the first time my eyes tasted your image,
and every day I seek your visage to fulfill my hunger to see you.
Your smile is a warm milk
honeyed by your voice.
Sing to me sirena
call my wayfaring soul to your shores

where I will be marooned in your lush tropical jungle of flowers

and dine to my souls content on your sweet fruit.

Days of anemia

I wake up,

And not being dead,

I assume.

My room is just a box,

Where all my self is kept,

As if waiting for usefulness.

I dont want to die Alone.

To wash alone the dishes.

To wake,

to greet the solitary of day,

from the great solidtude of night.

To put into words

To put into words what lyrics could not fill,

I can not understand how you've entered my life, when I've slammed shut the doors of my heart and thrown away the key!

Every moment that goes by I'm transfixed by your brilliance and your glow,

my sweet moon.

and though I am the sun, I long for your solitary luminance to eclipse this world of loneliness.

Come,

tell me,

How do I hold the flame in my hand.

In each mans life there is a solitary sorrow. A loneliness if you will.

Oh tell me the truth faithless one.

Tell it to me true.

Let the cock of morning rise in the light of your truth's day!

Come sensually

may your voice pour in to me like warm cognac.

I will bath in warmth of your lies. You are my bliss.

And I the intelligent ape will wait for your fire,

ignorant of your words.

Ignorant of the burning

Stroke me as a dog,

strike me as a dog

and as a dog I will love you.

Seraphina (burning one)

She is a fire,

The kind that can burn down trees and cities, if you let her.

Her flame is in my hearth,

I am warmed by her slow burning fire.

It's the spark that turns my darken life ablaze.

As an aurora blazes across a velvet blue sky.

But I stand back.

My gaze fixated on this star,

She twinkles as she dances in my eyes,

and I can stare tirelessly at her for hours.

But I dare not stand to close for fear of extinguishing her flame or finding my self singed.

I am not the wick in her candle, this is true,

so I can not burn for her or by her.