Storag

Storag

Late at night I lay awake and dream such dreams of avarice

Mentally running fingers through sweet treasures laid bare

Ivory bones inlaid with glistening pearls and shining silver

How precious they are clasped to my aching breasts tonight

I dream of plundered jewelry gleaming against my mouth

As, pirate that I am, I take captive the Captain of the ship

For even in my dreams, dear Sir, I must continually fight

To gain rampant wild desires in gleaming treasure troves

So I imagine them to be, as I squirm about in fevered pains

Wishing for just one night of peace, that can only be bought

By blood of captive Captain singing in beats against my ear

By fulfilling utmost desire, for now, to taste your bottom lip

You know my love where my treasure lays and the madness

Of wet, and waves, and gold, and jewels and all the other lusts

Give me, then, surrender, Sir, and take from me mine as well

And let us ride waves together, seeking treasure where we may

Not to hide our golden moments or bide our silver tongues, love

To share as gifts, freely given, letting the tides make new rules

Never again to live as outlaws, nor yet in mundane existence but

To become something else again, bought from treasure chests

Which have long saved up their booty and now are set to serve

Our own whims, love, our own laws, we who live in ships

Passing in the night they were until the call rang out so clear

Land Ho! – aye Love, so draw in and let us share these jewels

Wick and Flame

Not a promotion of lust, just an explanation
"Wick and Flame voice recording":http://vocaroo.com/i/s0Ib0ojOo9fW


In my head, I'm in your bed  It's a constant carnal bliss
Sliding, sucking, sweetness, starting with passioned kiss
Tumbling, reeling, rolling through every favored position
Just to touch you, see you, smell you is my only mission
I want to drink you up, eat you up, consume you to the core
Whether you call me lover, friend, slave or even filthy whore
Take me in, put me out, ravage or caress, it's all the same
All that counts is burning desire and you are wick and flame

8 pints down

"8 Pints Down Voice Recording":http://vocaroo.com/i/s0I7m7F8j5s9
Just so we're clear, I am not making these voice recordings to suggest how the poem should be read. I am in no way a professional actor or reader. It's just that I have become increasingly aware of the needs of blind persons, who, even when they can get proper readers, often experience headaches from using them.


You make me feel 8 pints down and, unfortunately, still breathing.
Why still breathing? Why not dead? The blood pools to the floor.
It drips out of wounds unseen, unheeded, unbelieved in and is away.
Yet here I stand, breathing, for no discernible reason. Must I continue?
Should I continue? Would it matter? I'd need 8 pints down to make it.
Drink them down, buoy me up, and once more into the breach, dear friend.

I could sleep ....

I could sleep, but, why? To sleep is to risk the horror of dreaming
When he creeps in to do mischief in mind and bed, body and bone
And, softly whispers of joys unnumbered, unmet, unfelt, unbelievetd
There is nothing there. It was and is, as always, just misty untruths
Dreamt up by loneliness, like refuse from the dying soul dripped out
So I lay awake, here, and let my mind wonder free, hoping for escape
It is a prison of lies, a gulag of romantic notions, in which it is locked
 A prison that no one but me can see; even the jailer does not see it
And he knows not of the imprisonment, nor the torture he has inflicted
To him it is a new day, with things to do and people to see or vice versa
It is me who suffers under his merciless wiles, and cannot be ever free
I could sleep but it would change nothing. It would be temporary blackness.
Life is black all day through, but, at least awake one can avoid the dreaming

heart and brain

Laying down I am dreaming
of your gaze and I  stare ooh
at your picture willing rings
from the phone that stays
 silent oh so silent doesn't
know what it's doing
to my heart or my brain

I could wallpaper my life
with your picture babe ooh
never would get enough of
your eyes that seem to say
come and be my lover, honey
come and take me away oh
my poor heart and brain

We live alone in darkness
never changing  ooh babe
never changing all the time
and our brains would be so
full of madness if we had
not already lost our minds
lost our hearts and minds

Still in the darkness we
can touch and bring  ooh
bring ourselves a little light
on the ground where we lay
with our flesh crawling, honey
we can soar in flight leaving
behind our hearts and minds

So many crazy thoughts pass
through and fly by as I wait ooh
as I wait here for your call or one
touch,  even just a little smile babe
so that I know that you know that
I exist here in the night and know
I love you with my heart and brain

Answer ..

Voice Redcording of Answer

... to "What haven't I done?"

You have never drank an ocean, never penetrated sky. Never healed a leper Never taught a bird to fly Never scaled all mountains Never swam like a fish in the sea Never before met a pancake Twice as wise as thee

(April 11th, 2004)

To Jehovah

Voice recording of To Jehovah
I am undeserving of the sacrifice of Jesus
Yet he made it for me too

I am undeserving of your attentions
Yet you pull me through

I am stumbling in darkness
and  you light my path

and forgive me many things
deserving of your wrath

I cannot recant, I dare not recount
each individual sin

So I lay myself open bare
and pray you enter in

I am undeserving of your spirit
Yet you kindled my life too

I am undeserving  of your presents
Yet you give me life anew

I feel your light shining deep within
Deep inside this soul

warming me with comfort
and making this half life whole