“ Take My Love ” ~ and dance ~

Give me love

Just a little,

Till you know

I won’t loose it,

Take your time

While you muse,

Shall we dance…

 

Tell me when,

Be your feeling

To declare,

That you care,

In the interim

Shall we dance…

 

I’ll be there,

If you choose,

To embrace,

We can share

What you feel,

For the while

Shall we dance…

 

When propitious

For love’s season,

Be fates chance

Held be reason,

Love means stay

Beyond grey,

Take my love

For we shall dance!

 

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“ Kaleidoscope Life ” ~ of ominous purpose ~

One lives at times

A kaleidoscopic life,

In spite of the pace

That edges on strife,                                      

An inchoate being

Finds worth a taste,

So fancies his stay

He ignores the waste,

And aims not to stray…

 

Innately deceptive,

Plays a man’s mind

Of fragile compass,

Thus moves thru time

A subject bewildered,

Who tries to survive

A morrows’ circus,

Delivered as bate

Of ominous purpose,

Yet he’ll ruse the gods

If but to perpetuate,

His kaleidoscopic life!

“ The Telling ” ~ or shades thereof ~

The day we find

The telling free

Who we so be,

Might it be worth

More than a tout

Meant so to judge

What we’re about,

Or shades thereof

Thus by the telling

Of me to you,

And you to me…

 

If I should tell

And you as well

Quite candidly,

Would we so be

Reduced to suffer

Who once were we,

Thus friends in spite

In candid light

We chose so to decipher,

Be likely cause to shudder!

“ Writing ” ~ need be there reason ~

 

Why do you write

Asked unabashed,

As tho an answer

Other than need,

May even succeed

In shedding light…                  

 

Forces be real

I heard my reply,

Helps  touch why

Tho ne’er quite sure

My words truly fly…

 

What do you write           

She offers in spite,

My hazy taunts

Not meant be trite,

I scribble of time

That shadows mine,

To divert attention

If lot whispers of death…

 

Fate may deny

Time I have left,

So while I’ve breath

And feelings to best,

I’ll write with my soul 

Thus wants life bold,

Without reason or why

For as long as I’ll get!

“ The Artist ” ~ would fashion vision ~

From the artist

Comes an impulse,

That gives birth,

To want explore

That which expresses,

A creative singularity…

 

Be block of marble

Carved to find shape

Wouldst release soul…

A stretch of canvas

Begs for colour bold

Hence to explore

Story pleads be told…

Indite to so compose

Words writer means

Create a picture,

Of vibrant telling    

To fashion visions,

Man can so imagine…

 

And when deed be done        

Though then long gone,

They’ve left our world

A culturally better one!         

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