In search of you
a friend who once spoke
high of a golden world of poetry
and at the helm was I

where in the wilderness
have you amalgamated into thin air,
vanished!
why have you my friend from a poet's life banished,

where amongst the myriads of stars
shall I now find another friend?
my well wisher of your kind

How can you feel these things I feel?
I am me, and the only one of me.
Each of us is unique in many things
Even Identical twins their own ways

If I am hurting just hold me
Not with your hands you clumsy beast
Hold me with your thoughts
Only those can be the same

If you tell me, I will not listen
I hold my own council in here
It has never let me down
What! Yours has let you drift

If the light of the Moon
Is to be my crown
And the Venus star; an emerald within--
Then the hold of the night
Is its weight upon my head

Blue eyes blink open
across tattering gray sky
to watch storm depart

Men are like chocolates
some to soft, some to hard
some sweet and tasty
some dark and nasty
I’ve tried a few in my time
on some I wouldn’t spend a dime
I like the ones that melt in my mouth not in my hand
add a few nuts, yummm, that’s grand
men are like chocolates
some flavoursome, some not

I found out where I’m from
due to a response I made, the other day,
and you could see my past, bubble out of my eyes.

It even temporarily blinded my vision
until I finally realized,
that I was brought up to respond in that manner,

and I was led down a path to where I’m currently at,
and gone were my inhibitions, in the night
for it felt like springtime in my heart.

I had finally found out about myself
and about who I am, thanks to you,
and how you make me want to be a better man;

Valentines are tattered cards
their meaning once conveyed.
On white laced hearts with cupid's darts,
is someone's love displayed.

And hand to heart they're given up,
on one day of the year.
Then put away, re-read someday,
perhaps to draw a tear.

But mine's no heart with lace to fade,
or words just made to rhyme.
For it is real to touch and feel,
on days not Valentine.

Your eyes glowing in city rain sidewalk night speak love to me.

Our romance bounces off the familiar audio
backdrop hum of traffic sounds
and downtowns.
Your kiss hunting eyes are glowing on me.

Your eyes glowing and my heart on fire, darling.

It's the cadence of the words you speak
on a Sunday done in gray rain
and you say to me
"You're beautiful".
It nestles itself in our warm sound.

LEVIATHAN

And when from depths
so deep to the soul umknown
the sickness sudenly strikes
in the midst of life’s living
.
I begin to feel in all my senses
a vomitus bilious green
a poison limitless and unforgiving
oozing from the brain
paralyzing all endeavors.
and killing all pleasures .
And I ride Leviathan
across the burning seas
deeper still inside of the hell
in me.

emotional courageous and so true
we all still love you..
your words of wisdom
so fresh anew
as you slowly reach the horizon
which is far away in the distance
the dawn of light
sees another poem,
from you for us today...
many more shall and will come our way,
if you have a positive will
you'll much longer stay
and help mankind in all walks of life
in poetic armoury
be that today's
Neopoets fashionary....