From the platform it’s dark wooden planks Weathered by the footsteps of those who have taken these very stepsTo stand where I standI look out and look up. Not straight up for that would be too muchBut to the horizon above the peopleBoisterous, a nervous energy runs through the crowdThey wait for a performance. AContinue reading “View from the Stage”
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To Hear Her Breathe
I long to hear her pantthe beat to our danceHer moans the melodyof our romanceI long to pant with hera chorus in our duet’s lustIn and out deep breaths we takeas our bodies magic makePant with me my love as we make make harmonious loveBreath In Breath Out A Taste of Stew A collection ofContinue reading “To Hear Her Breathe”
Where Do We Go From Here
Where do we go from here?You go your way and I go mineOr continue togetherTied together until the end of timeNo matter the storms or sunny weatherPerhaps it’s best if we partWe had our fun, it was sweetBut all things endA challenge we can’t defeatOur hearts will break and rendIs it fate or our choiceThatContinue reading “Where Do We Go From Here”
Figures At The Seaside
“Let’s go to the seaside,” she says. Our little spot. Away from the crowds, the vacationers, those on holiday and the lifeguards at work. Let’s go to the seaside means she can go without clothes, inhibitions. Display the beauty of Aphrodite; without the yapping of the hounds from Hades.For meIt means I must go, forContinue reading “Figures At The Seaside”
The Struggle
Why do we struggle to be who we are?Our true face to show, I see you and you see meBeneath the mask, filtered for your acceptanceLies the truth upon which I base all my liesYou are you and I am IWhy do I struggle to be who I am?Is it some traumatic even from myContinue reading “The Struggle”
Quite Absurd
It seems quite absurd the rain falling downInstead of needing the sun to be outInspiring rainbows to come aroundInsisting that the colors come aboutTaming lions and bearsTaking ruby colored shoesThe sun will come out sharesTuscan red headed orphan bluesAim for the sky and you’ll hit the starsAsk the questions why and you’ll answer them allAnotherContinue reading “Quite Absurd”
How It Ends
This is how it ends, nothing like how it beganTime has turned the page, The sage left with nothing to sayI walk away, crossing a borderAn artificial line across a very real divideNever to turn back and see your eyes looking my wayIt began rough but smooth seas calmed our wavesBlessed with bounteous apathyWe lookedContinue reading “How It Ends”
Hunting Sinners
The evening quiet as a mouse praying in a churchI slip into the night The wings of the bat its latest meal in searchWhisper to me dark tidingsMy heart will jump and give a lurchAs we hunt sinners this evening This is a poem from a prompt from dVerse: “Today we are finding different waysContinue reading “Hunting Sinners”
The Place We Have Come To
So we have arrivedA estas alturasAnd have come of ageA estas alturasAt this place and timeA estas alturasTo this single spaceWas it by His hand?¿Divina providencia?Or perhaps fate?No. Divina providencia.That guided us to this land;God’s country.Divina providencia. How was I to know?Un inocenteShe shouldn’t have been thereUn inocenteIt’s not my fault I swearUn inocenteShe’ll getContinue reading “The Place We Have Come To”
Pope Goes the Weasel – A Trumped Up Views story
Pope Goes the Weasel is another story in the Trumped Up View series that takes a look at an alternate reality that closely mirrors our own. This mini fiction is about a pair of men who discuss if the President would make a good pope. Adult language. Safe For Work (SFW). Read all the TrumpedContinue reading “Pope Goes the Weasel – A Trumped Up Views story”
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