Wednesday, June 6, 2007
brotherly love
friends and family
and colleagues too,
one would be lost with out all of you.
but even when such love abounds:
if tender lips can not be found,
a face as lovely as all that's fair,
accents lovely to the ear,
flesh which tastes most pleasing and sweet,
passion that responds like a well practiced dance,
skin and hair so soft to touch,
an appetite for loving much,
a tender chiding of concern,
a heart that innocent does love
without some ghosts to weigh it down,
tender lips which fit with mine,
and humor that can know my mind,
without this sort of physical love
and all the pleasures it can prove
all seems quaint and slightly numb
and leaves me raging and restless and dumb.
Good friends I love you one and all.
but who can answer such a call?
and even on my own home grounds
i feel lost without this love around.
Tempting Fate.
please hear my words and answer kindly.
I beseech your favor a second time,
or more perhaps, for it could be
that often you have smiled on me
and I have never felt this grace,
though were these favors never shown
I would have known the sting
of grave calamities and maybe even death.
So once already did Love's sweet face
shine its sun lit lovely grace
into my life with sweetest charm,
only to have my devotion stray
and lose it then forever.
So double now is what i ask,
and I fear that nature,
with all its might,
is not equal to this task.
Before time's tireless, reckless, hands
Reek their arts of aging man,
unto its utmost final craft.
Before the canvas, Time, is filled,
Its final strokes, to make us dust,
and blacken every love and lust,
yes, even before the day begins
in which age can see its coming end
and must concede its time is near
and memories only of all that's dear.
yes while there is still life to live
to me, another angel, give.
Someone who, by natures gifts,
suits me well and makes me feel
that love is good and love is real.
O' universe, you know my heart,
and know what every detail is
of what i need to happy live.
Please help me then, to find her soon,
for time is swiftly using up.
er' else what gifts i have to use
your reputation i will abuse
and spell in poem, art and song
how all the universe is wrong
and ever artful the truth to tell
that all is all and all is hell.