Crossing

Crossing the lines over the dark gloom 

All ears and ease to voices beckoning on filthy passion

Only broken at dawn to the Ken that lines are crossed 
I still crave a dance with my king maybe just one  dance will do

Yes i need a hug from his heaven, a cuddle to numb the gloom while I crave and grind for more than more 

but my place is charred from the fires of wild loving and tender bruises

but i don’t intend to indulge so if I divulge these dark secrets I’ll have to look behind for racing shadows and back stabbing chums  

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Absence 

I saw a vision of fairies in limbo, winged beings only flightless… 
I saw the sun set and rise all at once accross the valley of despair… 

I heard you say I was all you ever wanted; sadly not all you’ve needed… 

I heard black is no other colour but a sadder and darker shade of white…

I heard white Swans  are beautiful, only someday ugly ducklings may become ideal story phonies… 

I heard of peace and war, just as queerly from the same fountain, a cascade of warm and cold flow…

I heard even more, that life  happens to good and bad people too…

Now i have also heard of black-skin betrayals, masters and slaves of a colour…

I heard and saw that streams of a river quenched the thirst of maids and mistresses, eunuchs and princes 

I saw a vision of  clay and iron in an art; a piece for peace but perhaps a muse for kings and queens

In all of these,  I find the essence of your presence, i see the curse in your absence but the sweetest bliss of your grace abound.

 

IF

If there was no you, my world would have been uterly scattered and shattered…

If there was no you,my hues would have been without light and bright delight…

If I made my bed in the deep; in the dark caverns of life, you are there always, when I awake from sleep…

If we weren’t a perfect union, life would have been empty and scanty; void of sweet ease and peace beyond description…

If you left me here right now, I would be indeed breathless and lifeless, filthy and guilty…

If you spoke words of chastisement, like a rod and staff I am guided and soothed…

If you came by just once more, as of old by evening and called out to me, I would answer unashamed and unabashed…

If all I have is you then all I am is given…

If all these came true, then my world is blessed and bliss!


 

one-day soon


I will be in the pews… while you make the news, Under the flood lights of life’ stage, so lit, so bright but I won’t flip .You will be my muse and it be no fuss to scream your name accross the humungous wooden edifice 

One-day and really  soon we will make spectating angels wish they were human because what we are is divine and just about immortal!

yes it’s true these pictures and trinkets keep you in my consciousness but this time I won’t take photos of you or pendants but live in the beautiful moments you gave 

I hear the best melodies and harmonies in your voice, I see rainbows in the spectrum of your godly actions… I am overwhelmed that paradise is where you are now and always 

so one-day soon I will find you the moment you transcend from my virtuality into my reality! 

one-day soon you’ll simply be mine… jasper!

waited…

Having waited for an evening to retire as though our silvercord became weary and grinders have hurt from ceaseless gnashing…
It feels as though a growing foetus was killed in process or like life has been abruptly taken from among the living dead…

These and many more describe the advent of pain beyond words your endless voyage now inchoate , it’s surely a recompence for our inequities we surmise…

But you are stronger, wiser, fairer and truer , you happened to life… and like the sweetest breath of fresh air, your ambience is an unquantifiable blessing and I’ll wait for you to truly come nigh and be absolutely you to me!

For this cause patience is bliss and passion is art, perseverance an alibi as wild hope lives on and indeed for this cause I have waited and will wait forever if I must for you!