You Never Said I Love You


When first we met, you smiled,

Meaning transparent, sincere.

No spoken word was shared,

            Yet missive loud and clear.

The pain that once possessed you,

            Now gone, your heart is free.

Strength became your lover,

            Wisdom your soul’s key.

Today we stand together,

            As one we do unite,

Facing our new tomorrow,

            We walk in greater light.

Let those who would assail us,

           Their poisons once to spread,

Confront their own illusions,

            Confined within their dread.

With no impure thoughts to impede us,

   Choices our only guide,

Love must be our power,

   Hatred never to abide.

For our love of one another,

Warmly, as we nourish,

Will one day rise above,       

            Our spirits ever flourish.      

Your love my inspiration,

            Our power beyond compare,

Bonds of devotion strengthened,

Hearts eternally care.

What voice may raise in protest,

            What words beset our day?

You never said I love you,

Yet proved it in every way!

Love of Self

You struggle to accept,

            That which you cannot see.

You deny a real essence,

            Unique to you and to me.

You say you know me well,

            But fail to realize,

You know only your vision,

            It is you to recognize.

You refuse to accept life’s burdens,

            Those we all must face.

You reject the simplest facts,

            To continue to self abase.

You must know yourself, my friend,

            Your spirit in decline.

You must defeat your poverty,

            For the pure love of self, is divine.

The Scent of You

Mystery overwhelms,

          What primal instinct besets?

Has true being been revived,

          Will there be any regrets?

Chains of promises secure,

          Their links crafted from desire.

While sensuous mist surrounds

          With hints of exotic fire.

Scarlet shades of promise,

          Bouquets without flower.

Announce coming presence,

          As though thru Jasmine bower.

No secret to reveal,

          Nor hidden course ensue,

The gift to this world,

          Is the scent that is you.

Ode to False Perfection


Mr. Perfect arrives, exquisite Ms. Ideal, by his side,

See how they stand, such flawless poise,

No sound of dissent, not one single noise.

They sashay cross the floor, in symphonic stride,

A nod here, a smile there, as they greet false fans,

While waving their sanctimonious hands.

As if in review, no hair out of place,

All lessor beings must bow low to their stature,

Hiding the fact, that we all see the fracture.

As I turn to observe their opposite face,

Glaring vision attacked my eyes,

I’ve never imaged pants with rear flies.

A chuckle I buried, if just to save grace,

Mr. Perfect waddled, bowed legs were a sight,

Ms. Ideal no better, her brown trail a blight,

As they pranced toward the door, in regal fashion,

I thought to myself, my sins no greater,

Then those who would judge to call me a hater.

So I say unto those who wish to cash in,

Keep your nose to the sky,

Kiss my ass, that’s my passion.

Taste at Sunset


Sunset nigh, a time to reflect.

Memories abound, an orphan tear.

What souls well met, did hearts conspire,

To seek love, bereft of fear.

Alone you sit, your scent transcends,

Lingering taste, of kiss sublime.

Supple lips, an accord of desire,

Hearts entwine, to last for all time.

With thoughts empowered, no folly be known,

Our bodies tremble neath setting sun.

The universe ablaze, each breath a prayer,

Enjoined in love, we unite as one.

He Had A Dream

Gone the man

Voice now still

Within old hearts

His words yet thrill

 The road he trod

Once blocked by hate

Succumbed the day

Wisdom unlocked the gate.

 Sparks ignited

Soon grew to flame

A million times a million

Hailed his name.

 Belief in his dream

Their will to oppose

Wrongs of the past

Multitudes arose.

 Gird by their faith

No armor they wore

Truth was their sword

His strength to the fore.

Thru force of their spirits

Their faith changed a world

But gone is the man

His dream now imperiled

 New voices of hate

Rage thru the night

Bringing fear and pain

To a once righteous fight.

 A false leader did rise

His voice honey laced

Great change did he promise

A throne he debased.

 Now heard in their prayers

The elders proclaim

Belief in his dream

A return of the flame.

 For he was KING

Without need of a throne.

Resurrection of Deke

Dawn, dreams to remember,

Perchance pain to forget?

Hearts may soar with desire,

Torment continues yet.

Epoch now past,

What was is no longer.

Your soul defiled,

Fashioned you stronger.

Nightmares endured,

In life and slumber,

Created a spirit,

With voice of thunder.

Arise sweet man,

Face new dawning,

Cast off yesterday,

Love now spawning.

The Maelstrom is you,

A challenge to tomorrow,

Wisdom your sword,

Defeating all sorrow.

So, stand to the fore

With weapons of devotion,

Prepared to defeat,

Destructive emotion.

Walk, your head high,

Romancing the clouds,

Enemies now memories,

Encased in rough shrouds.