|Sea Goddess - 2015 Oil painting|
Happy Valentine's DayA solitary orange flame dances on top of a creamy white pedestal of wax, illuminating the room and throwing shadows on the wall of our figures intertwined in our passionate love making. Our movements become one, just as we have become one for this act. My body slides over yours… so beautiful in the flickering orange glow of the candlelight with each muscle taunt and yearning for more with every smooth stroke you take inside of me. You look up at me, your eyes are fixed intently on my face, loving my ever changing expression that only you can create. Passion… burning desire… ultimate blissfulness… you know them all and you know how to bring out each one in me, my love.
Your long, elegant fingers know every inch of my body. You have spent many nights memorizing every single detail so that it is emblazoned in your mind and you could play me with your eyes closed if you so choose to. Oh, my love, I know yours just as well. M
Time TravelerWith the clarity of a wormhole jumper,
he foresees and elegantly constructs a powerful countdown to the final transmission, thus explains his propensity to the avant garde.
So seamlessly does he handle the subject of death, one begins to wonder, to cling to the hope it was yet another masterful piece of performance art. Were it only so, that Houdini would bow to your final exit.
But there is never anything final about the anointed, heavily incensed demigod that chose this planet to make his home for 69 musically-unparalleled years.
The songs never stop,
unbelievably, after 50 years the music goes on, and on,
taking on a life of its own, seemingly independent of the departure of it's brilliant master.
Embroiled with the confidence of a rebellious teen, they threaten to break free and breathe spontaneously as the world chants them on,
Inconceivable that any humanoid could accurately predict and orchestrate the world's most well-planned yet hard-fought symphony
The ocean's songThe ocean plays its ancient song
there where they were first parted
Memories come crushing down
one by one, as he breathes in
the wind that carried her soul away
the same wind that still carries her scent.
The waves lull; time — it stops
silence reigns as she rises from the depths
She is close.
of perished hands and ones that are aflame.
when words are disarmed in the first wave.
and the worlds of dead and living re-collide.
He is home.
The night retreats to its den
bit by bit, taking her within;
it wanes and, slowly, fades into shadows
rendering it all a dream.
Around him are the runes of a vision
and a whisper, buried deep inside.
She is gone but her words linger
as long as the ocean's song survives.
Tonight Dark blue... is the vastness
almost obsidian ashes
extending beyond mirages
wrapped in the cloak of darkness...
Beneath my bare feet
the shore, murmurs
filled with glacial, ancestral stars
shimmering as echoes from the past
they hurt the veil of tears
on the corner of my eyes... about to fall.
I would gladly return them
to the braid of foam that tenderly kisses the sand.
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