eristic (i-RIS-tik) adjective, Characterized by controversy or disputes. via awad
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
I Know I know the smell of your skin And the fervent beating of your heart I have often Glided Over the curves of your back And shivered At the touch of your mouth I'm still feeling The pebbles wrapped in wet cloth That are your nipples And the fruit of a bounty That's your breasts I'm still kissing your neck The silk of your hair in my mouth Yes, i know, I know you.
words afraid. afraid. afraid. to speak, talk and write to see, move and act of success, hopeless, dreadful, full of dread? restrained, shackled, bound, reticent shackled, afraid.
crackle in the dark jungle night by the watering hole where the tigers walk soft measured steps without a crackle, a whisper, in silent thought the floor covered rotting leaves and moss sliver of moonlight sparkles the eyes and glints off the gun stock the air dead, the wind naught stare and startle majestic head raised, questions will fall down dead doubts silenced, or not ears cocked, keen, intense wayward leaf, apostate banished, falls, drawn as if, by the silent rock settles crisply, next to the careful foot time, muscles, fingers, tightened squeeze, now! now! now! no, wait, aim, adjust, crackle, noooo!!! the hunted is lost, gone each with a story, one to narrate, one to boast.
romantic poems rising and rising, slowly upward, simmering in the warmth, stretching like a lazy cat on the sunlit patch whistling in the cold dark blustery nights words of romantic poems letters in the trash eyes staring hard looks averted in time sometimes, sometimes not dreams on soft, down filled beds laid on the floor crushed, trampled, destroyed age in the race breathing hard, far away days of inclement weather dark sad and gray life and death beating together breathing together in one breath one in another, the other always shy, always afraid proud, single, lonely, alone arrogant sonfabitch, wake up wake up as yet, sing a song, murmur, whisper, shout or remain forever without darkness remains, inside, and out what if what if? always the same refrain what if what if indeed, a heart torn apart is better than one shrivelled, indeed! vagrant looks, furtively seek, here now and then there nothing to be found, when, hope itself is dead.
crossing what place is this? where just looking at you is like a sliver of light in a dark room like breeze on a stuffy night like the words of pablo's sonnets but its only here and its only now i cannot hold on to this as it slips away like a whiff of soft, vanishing fragrance you go to him and i to my loneliness like lines crossing never to meet again
this some people don't sleep, they wake up nights, sit still, look around, mope or cry or weep, and sometimes, as the night darkens, they manage to look inside, deep, sometimes they write, and end up with, this.
pleasure long walks and the thought of her lips dimples in her cheeks song in my head and the sway of her hips pleasure is this sharp nails and soft finger tips
time crumpled sheets dimpled cheeks the days are bright the nights are deep my head buried in your hair as you sleep slowly my fingers caress your skin and my ever inqusitive mouth questions the lips
rain i had, after so much pain gathered myself and all my dreams together again i left them out to dry but they were taken away by the rain what can i do my friend? when it wasn't supposed to rain, it wasn't supposed to rain!
goodbye sweet parting lips never forget my name remember the clouds, the mountains the picture of us in the pouring rain for, love, we may, never meet again
a prayer i pray to God that he give me the strength to smile in the face of adversity with the assurance of coming victory to face the humility of defeat in light of having fought well to accept unconquerable odds with intentions to overcome them to look at a treacherous friend and forgive without a thought to take the hurt of unrequited love in my stride and start anew, afresh to lay down every night with my bones tired from a hard day's work to make promises and keep them to make commitments and honor them to smile on my deathbed for having lived a satsifactory life
sometimes sometimes sorrow wells up inside me like a flower in spring fills up its bud and sometimes happiness unexpected arrives like summer rain to light up my soul there are times in between of happy mornings and of morose evenings but what remains behind are empty shells, memories of events of people and friends of dreams unfulfilled and of mixed blessings memories that open up the bud and let the tears flow
still waiting i have been waiting for love, to descend upon my heart, and give it life, like, the rain of bounty on parched earth
so that burst forth from my breast, the flowers of happiness that love brings, and the bitter sweet thorns that remind there is as much to give as to receive
it is i'm told, the most beautiful feeling the world has ever known to lie in the arms of the only woman that you have and will ever love
it should, if it has to, happen soon, before i, like a lost soul in the desert fumble into some mirage that consumes my being with promises never to be fulfilled
O love!, then!, come hither to claim me for i cannot go much further on without the woman i that God has destined to be mine
