Awaken ravens of my havens,
Coven berries quickly becomes mourning dues of morning dews!!!
As lightning consumes and thunder quickens,
Reign of storming sleet becomes foes.
Downpours and overwhelms;
Never too over consuming,
Higher warriors of different realms of horizons,
Discovering new pathways and rage of honors,
Amidst still valued morals and values,
Amazing grace with quickening coven of testimonial laws that rules!!!
Teeming with excitement and vigor,
Skills of tempered steel for more......

Tetractys 1,2,3,4,10

Scratch--
then hiss,
spit and howl.
Its hit or miss
as kitten sees a mirror, on the prowl.

It crashes and it dashes here and there:
embarrassed when,
home is where
it slinks
then.

You know her,
that woman,
who gets fixated on one thing.
She knows all about it.
Dogs, for instance,
she was caught
once
not picking up after him.
Now she recites the law
to every dog walker in town.
That woman even stopped me
once
scolded me on the law
for not picking up after him.
Peculiar as it was,
I picked up his droppings
before finishing to walk home
with my imaginary friend.

Mind stimulation
Being able to get to know what's deep within
buried below what the naked eye can see
flowing in and around the body like blood
connecting on an intellectual basis
more erotic than the physical
running far deeper and beyond than any penetration
exploring and traveling through my mind like
you've been there before creating a bond within the souls like no other where not many person's can go so why not get to know the inside instead of just looking at the outside

schist skies
archivist hue
the weight of the ink
the pall of soul
blue
oh yes the wonder all
the weight of the boards
signalling the steps fall

watercolor roll
screen
the sunlight
gold guilt its seen
on sheets of orchid
turbulence rolling
like a concurrent
disrobing
on a water falls
melodic sheen
notes from the ivory
task
sad
jubilant
the heavy task

hips rising
like the elevator
egos crashing
mixing
dominator

The ink of love, okay life
May you alone win
if that's all the purpose of your destiny.
For me birth and death are totally linked
by the one and only ink
of love passion and satisfaction
when one is born to a world unknown...
we all know there is no purpose
for our coming,
except to enjoy love of mummy
she would die to see her child happy
and then the siblings amass love
and then when as we grow
the lust of lovers almost kills us so
and once we also mow
we fresher ones sow

I need a sanctuary,
something more than
a pocket,
a moment,
a glimpse,
or a feeling.

I need a place,
a person,
to run to.

I need to discover new things with you
and you, with me.
I need to hear the sound of running water
and ask
"what's that?"
like the people of the First Nations
in old Canada's history.

When the mind is at sway,
where will your dreams lay?

Will they perish as an incomplete design
or hope will be the anchor you'll find?

Be firm and stand tall,
don't be afraid to fall.

May the will of your heart be cast in stone,
not the remnants of a broken old bone.

To seek nothing from you,
or your treasures;

to be just near to you
is close enough,

a match for elysium
or the very heaven that I lack.

While the world without, dissembles and burns;
and its vortices around turn, turn,

without heed, indifferent to these
two little lights below.

Seek illumination with me,
take me with you,
I will go.

You lead with your soft
arpeggio,

Your notes, like drips of promises
from leaves;

sensing the need of thirsting animals
beneath.

Sheer excitement
at awakening of spring
on rosy petals
chorus of peepers at eve
and purple finches at dawn.

Whispers of chill days
birds burst into morning songs
gracing new spring days
an equinox passes
first white then golden flowers.

The days grow longer
in the season of rebirth,
younglings come to life
spreading warmth marks winter's end
as bears rise from their slumber.