griffonwing

Dark distant clouds, moving closer You stand before me The wind blows coolly as you Lay before me Flickers of light dance tango across your eyes Brown orbs of fevered delight, unbridled The cool, hard wind of your lips against mine, tongues, snakes writhing, tasting your obsession, your fervor Flashes of light Visions and visage in brief sight stuttering the senses Echoes of heartbeat the pounding of flesh on flesh reverberate in thundered skies thighs on thighs Cadence of droplets assault sweat and love mixed with rain your whispered name lost to the rhythm of passion Crowned thunder, howling wind Shutters shutter, body weak As we p

Twelve I.     A solitary pear tree;     A partridge sits     Among its snow-laden limbs. II.     In shelter from the winds,     A pair of turtledoves     Entwine themselves among     The brambles of the brush. III.     On matted straw     Three French hens     Await the morning sun. IV.     Four calling birds     Play tag     Through the pre-dawn mist. V.     As dawn approaches,     The cathedral tower peals     An anthem of     Five golden rings. VI.     Heavy with egg,     Six gees wait in     Their nests to lay. VII.     As the sun peaks,     Its rays splash     Across the small pond,

Ode to a Battle Lost in Time Yon hill ahead, deserted of its fame,     Holds memories of heaven and of hell. For it was here two thousand soldiers came,     And here only a few would live to tell. With bayonets and smoke, and gunfire blazed,     And men's lives lost whose life had just begun,          The blood that spilled and filled o're crimson pools, Along the ruined land that they had razed.     The acts occured that day can't be undone,          Nor make, again, of stones and bones grand jewels. The smoking guns, the choking of the throats,     The calvary, a-stand from row to row, And firing in the midst of dark blu

The Tapestry Among the ragg'd tops and frayed edges of the tapestry Hides a moment in history when                  the air was sweeter                  the water was cleaner                  life was all-around better On grandmother's wall between two gaudy candlestick holders There hangs the tapestry that                  shows seasons of old                  shows hard-working days                  shows well-deserved nights An abundantcy of knowledge and an immeasurable sum of life can be experienced among                  each solitary color                  each delicate stitch                  each woven thread

Quietude sometimes... when the sky is clear, and the birds sing songs of gaiety unfathomed... i cry. i look to the heavens and i curse the warmth... i curse the breeze... i curse the comfort.. for i know it will not last i sit on a rock overlooking my empty life. i see a spring and watch as the water slowly dries up i see a sprig and watch as the leaf begins to wither this is the work of the olden one never ceasing torment never backing down never giving slack why is my life so empty? why do i not give God his due glory? my soul should be damned for the way i have neglected my Saviour. as i look out over my life pe

Happenstance The shadows, crawling down the face of the cliff, were like animate strings of black. The silver moon shown through the limbs of the trees like the panther's eye on attack. Assassins, while hiding, awaiting their foe, any man with a purse of gold, Suddenly glimpsed a young pilgrim a-coming, and stumbling along in the cold. The traveler was caught, without contest, and he fell back, startled and scared. He tried to escape, but the way was gone, So he turned to jump the dread pair. But seeing the malevolent look in the eyes of the cutthroats, a mirror of death, He awaited the thrusts of the bandit's thirsty blades

Eyes Toward Heaven I see thine eyes of ocean bleu, A mellow yearning calling me; For my heart will I give to you, And scale the mount and swim the sea. But, nay. See I thine soul yearn, too. But for another's company. Can I not dream, and can't I gaze Upon the grace of angel's wings; To picture myself in your praise, And wearing one anthers rings; To listen through an unseen haze Onto the notes of love thou sings. When I float down from clouds surround, And am on pedestal no more, I plant my feet firm on the ground And unlock gates of heaven's door. Oh, then perhaps I will have found My angel, then I'll search no more. A R

Enter Into Dreams--A Lullaby Enter into dreams, O wondrous child, Into thoughts of wonder and sights unseen. Enter into dreams, O beautiful child, To places you have never been. Where visions course throughout eternity, Where fantasy is turned reality. Where rainbows spread their colors near and far, And dewdrops quench the thirst of every flower. Enter into dreams, O wondrous child, Imagination, love and endless joys. Enter into dreams, O beautiful child, And behold the hidden lives of girls and boys. With wonder and a child's innocent eyes, A boy can be a hero if he tries. When lost in hopes of fame and victory, Eternal life

The Need I want. I lie on cushions of leather and lace, and I want. I sit here in comfort of this High-backed seventeenth-century Chesterfield Smoking sweet Cuban cigars and Sipping rich Oriental teas. I stare blindly into The burning hearth. This yearning heart. Phantom shadows of laughter Pitter-patter across The walls and ceiling. I am a man of misery and wealth, Jealous of the men of empty pockets And children. These glasses that frame my sight Are of the color gold, not rose. Old paintings adorn my walls whose Time-worn canvases I would gladly rend For a cheap Kodak of a family. When seen by society, I am A man of