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I come tonight on the wings of a prayer,
a TRUE prayer,
a prayer of earnestness to find Loves truth,
to find The Universes' Truth,
I shall not pray for my own selfish ends,
as so many often do,
Mama – now they're gonna try to placate you.
Knowing their wrongs, and that I'm a Child of Yours' -
watch them scramble to do a standard or minimal effort offering to you.
Not from love, but they see your righteous dark vengeance of a Mother
protecting Her Child coming their way.
Holding a moment in my hand,
dancing around a moment in time,
as chords of discord cord around gordian knots,
a dance of intellect and memories dancing in lockstep with past pains.
I hold that moment in my mind,
and in my hand,
as that phrase,
"you're dancing around the question"
As I sit here,
listening to your words,
I close my eyes,
listening to every stanza,
nursing every moment like a precious gift to unwrap in due course.
My hands start to ply their wares subtly,
and before I know…
I'd do anything to set your heart alight,
to take you beyond the sight of the banal to the magnificent,
for only your heart sings to me the song of this love that I knew was meant to be,
this love that sets my heart free in a unique and loving realm of reciprocity.
Never before have I felt such a love as this,
distance and so much more,
it keeps us apart,
I'd do anything to enfold you in my…
Added by Robby Baby Dark Poet of Amour on January 12, 2014 at 12:30am — No Comments
It is not so much the actual passing of Lou Reed but what it represents to me knowing that The Velvet Underground are finally gone.
To come to terms with the idea that part of what made my youth a marvelous place to be, is gone. Not that any recent music by Lou Reed, or John Cale, would ever make me feel as I did when I listened countless time to The Velvet Underground and Nico.
To become aware that my youth is gone is both tragic and inevitable.
That’s why this verse by…Continue
Under our shared sky,
I see a vision of you,
lost in Lavender Fields,
where music comes to rest,
and poetry comes to converse.
Under this shared sky,
I hear your preening call out to the universe,
as your hymen sings a song out to the moon in a song of g,
calling out to meet my sun in passion,
as your love tones its call,
a passion so much more than physical,
a passion that releases the boundaries so that there…
Added by Robby Baby Dark Poet of Amour on October 18, 2013 at 10:30pm — No Comments
An eloquence of stars is where we met,
as under their light that rose in the east,
we made love in a moment where nothing was left but the presence of we.
We made love in a sequence of events like a stars vast configurations,
our souls light travelling amongst of all stars hues,
and we mused together amongst the skies of music,
the lands of poetry,
as our lovemaking grew to a passion not unlike Venus,
and a fierceness…
John suggested I repost these in their own blog, so here we go. (Finding .ning to be a bit frustrating...if anyone knows how to remedy the oddball line-spacing, love to hear it...WISIWIG it ain’t.)
As the essence of me that you inspired seeps out of me,
I come to knowledge of that reality,
that when that exact moment comes,
when the very essence of life seeps out from me,
that physicality may leave but spirituality comes in,
for in that moment,
all ego dies,
and my soul joins in union with yours.
In that moment,
I wish your breath as vespers vapor,
seeping into gods and goddesses dreams,
as infinite thoughtscapes,
they seep into the eternal moments between.
I wish your breath as Lavenders loquacious language,
Lavenders soothing effects as miasmic mercury of thought,
wrought of the gold of purest gods wonderings,
pouring forth like an eternal galaxies streams.
I wish your breath as starstreams of eternal light,…
There is a mysterious giant off in some farflung land,
some realm of mystery,
unknown to the perceptions of animal or man.
In this realm of mystery,
there is a history of giants,
strange beings walking on cloudsurfs,
treading the earth of a land unknown,
hewing the stone of a city long forgotten,
a city no longer their own.
In these giants,
there resides mysterious atoms,
larger than the largest universe of man,
Holding you against the cold of night,
as stars cast their light upon our dew stained cheeks,
all meekness laid aside,
as naked bodies graze against the grass;
this loving making helping the time to pass,
inky nights void bleeding into dusk to scarlet dawn.
Holding you close to me,
staring at eyes filled with so much love and…
Peace to you,
oh wondrous one,
who closes her eyes at night,
with astral eyes that see sight beyond sight,
the light of stars in deepest depths of night.
Peace to you,
oh cherised one,
as you lay in my hearts hearth in sleep,
warm in the comfort that in my heart,
you are always kept in my keep.
Peace to you,
oh blessed one,
who blows me a kiss in daydreams,
sending shivers down my spine,
the kiss that sends me to musics…
I will look up to the sky and find you,
as your eyes light up like starlit points of light;
and those eyes,
they shall echo in revelry in that sweet night,
searching out with their power to find my love ached-sight.
when the Earths' loam turns over in eternal fecundity,
when no dearth shall be known upon Earths' name,
I will find it,
the Earth spell that shall put us upon the same plane.
I dream of satellities,
as their mysterious orbits intersect with my thoughts,
ellipses of cosmic engrams transiting in me,
speaking to both the Venus and Mars of my soul.
I dream of these satellities in daydreams at day,
and I look upon them at night,
as I wonder upon them,
wishing I could wander as they…
...what frightful dimensions doth frame thine eyes,
primordial being of which the gods speak of,
in hushed whispers of envy and hidden despise?
I see thee rising in the night,
blinding with obsidian eyes my inner sight,
thy frightful wingspan casting upon the day as shadows of night.
what mysteries lie in thy obsidian eyes of sight beyond sight,