I see you, and my heart swells as the tide.
I shudder as I listen to your voice.
Anticipation guides me to your side.
I revel that you’ve made me your life’s choice.
I freely give my self to you in love
And trust you with the guiding of my soul,
To soar our passions up to skies above,
Until we reach our bright and shining goal.
I feel your fingers float across my skin.
My senses sing as choir to your command.
Elation pours throughout my nerves within
As waves of passion crashing on the sand.
There is little that I care to feel as much
As the sweet and tender torture of your touch.
A glimpse beyond my past, beyond my years,
Unveils the lives of dream’s unfocused eye.
Behind a screen of laughter and of tears,
Forgotten pasts await ‘neath misty sky.
Too long unknown, my dreams about my past
Flutter through my mind on gauzy wing.
My mem’ries in the waking fail to last
Though born of deep subconscious wandering.
Yet you are there, recalled of deepest mind,
A soulmate, brought of fate’s unerring chance,
To lend me sight, though eons leave me blind,
To touch my heart, when it forgot to dance.
Eternity began when we found one another.
Infinity awaits those destined to discover.
The dogma of the righteous would preach doubt,
Constraining us with just one life to live;
Yet karmic lines from other lives reach out,
Connecting us with strands too strong to give.
The Spirit Guides who help us on this earth
May only hint at goals we’ve yet to do.
Unseen, they try to help us find our worth,
As mine help me, in reaching out to you.
Our spirits travel through each life, unknowing,
When we touch those souls we’ve known before.
‘Tis only in the soul that we keep growing;
‘Tis only through the eyes we touch once more.
My sole request to you, I hope to send -
To gaze into your eyes and see a friend.
To feel the gentle touch of Hope so true,
To think that someone else may share your goals,
To know another one believes as you,
Can elevate the most contrite of souls.
The reason that you cried, you may not know,
‘Though I believe those tears I can explain.
They flow from joy, and don’t from sorrow grow,
For never more need you feel alone again.
I’ll hold you in my arms in full support.
I’ll gladly teach you how to touch the stars.
My heart I’ll give to you in deep rapport,
As long as you desire what is ours.
Accepting who we are, our spirits lift,
For unconditional Love’s our greatest gift.
The basis of our purpose here on Earth
Is to integrate those fears that make us fall,
For in the lack of Fear we find our worth
And touch immortal Light which birthed us all.
For we are all unique, yet part of One.
Our lives from birth to death all interact.
The Source of inner Light, more bright than Sun,
Can touch us each, and give us what we’ve lacked.
We seek to learn, to touch the God in Man,
To advance our inner striving for the Right,
To pass the karmic tests ‘ere birth we plan,
Attaining furtherance on our paths toward Light,
Until the knowledge of All has filled our goals
And purest Love has filled our blessed souls.
The karma in our lives we each create
In everything we think and do and say.
The balance in our souls of Love and Hate
Determines how our future lives will play.
The tests we each decide on before birth
Are challenges that through our lives we face.
The way we face each challenge proves our worth.
Within us each resides the path to grace.
Refrain from judgment, blame or expectation,
Accepting each without conditions set.
Forgive yourself and others without hesitation.
Release yourself from further karmic debt.
When you give mercy, grace and love as free,
These will return and grace your lives to be.
The pious preach that prophets work through Grace;
God’s gift reveals the future to the soul.
I state the mind’s the key to Time and Space,
Through discipline and desire to reach that goal.
To join or leave our flesh, our minds must roam
To wander on paths where Time and Space mean naught;
Where Guides abide and souls may make their home,
Where each of us may fly on wings of thought.
Those psychic gifts a few folk can perform
Are mere extensions of their astral reach.
These powers through belief and practice form,
Which all of us may do, and some may teach.
The physical limits of our flesh restrain;
The full potential our spirits may attain.
The cautious voice of reason tends to say,
“Be careful not to give your heart too fast,
For harsh reality will come your way,
And castles built on clouds can never last.
Come live for just the day, but do not plan,
For false hopes fill your heart with fantasy.
Emotions lie as wounds in desert sand,
Uncovered, then burnt raw in reality.”
Yet I feel body, spirit, heart and mind
Cannot survive without imagination.
I must believe the future will be kind,
Or else despair will lead to desperation.
I must keep my dreams alive to feed my soul,
To keep my body, mind and spirit whole.
Do not believe in dogma in stone and dust
From men who lived and loved in ancient lands.
Do not believe what others claim you must,
For thus you leave your future in their hands.
Do not believe in gurus or the Church,
For their beliefs are based on guilt and greed.
The mirror of your mind, you alone must search,
For you alone can shape the life you lead.
Observe, deduce and ponder what is True,
For Truth consists of that which we conceive.
Awareness comes from what is True for you,
And we can each achieve what we believe.
If your Truth can advance the paths of Man,
Then follow it and live the best you can.
If parallel worlds exist, as some believe,
There, physical laws from our world may mean naught.
We may find lands where mind can aught conceive,
Where matter bends its knee to service thought.
What wonders will we find when we transport
In physical form across the sea of Time,
To other realms where other laws hold court,
Where science, psychic and sorcery may combine?
Trapped in this realm, where stodgy laws hold fast,
Some few view other worlds with open minds,
Recalling roles they led in ages past
And writing down their lives as fictional lines.
Prior incarnations, authors may reveal;
Any world one may imagine may be real.
Man’s eye observes the universe expands,
Implying we shall spread through Infinity.
But known existence, through Entropy’s hands,
Gives way at end of time to gravity.
The cosmic masses all will draw together
Within the grip of Universal tides,
Humanity’s homeland shall be lost forever
As the pyres of the Phoenix’ flames arise.
For through the crush of universal destruction
Comes the energy of Light’s own force imbued.
The cyclical collapse brings new Creation,
And cosmic life is once again renewed.
The fabric of the continuum may be torn,
But only so another may be born.
Those few who cannot understand our Light
Go through this life as one who’s born half blind.
Our souls shine out as beacons in the night
To those whose eyes expand through force of mind.
The auras of the heart we all possess
Give clues to those who see with open heart,
To paths of hope and health and happiness,
And lead to help by those with psychic art.
The vibrance of our Light will live forever,
For it can shine through walls of time and space.
The Light we share binds all our lives together
With bonds that years and distance can’t erase.
Why care about the color of the skin?
What matters is the color of Light within.
Be careful how you deal with tragic loss,
For Guilt’s that deadly creature you create.
Your grief will make you bear a heavy cross;
Don’t fall into the trap of guilt and hate.
Before our births, when spirits choose their fates,
We each select the tests our lives will pose.
It’s how we face these tests that gives us Grace.
It was his choice to fail the tests he chose.
You can’t allow his loss to guide your life,
For this becomes your test to pass or fail.
Accept and grow past heartbreak’s pain and strife,
And know that Karmic law will soon prevail,
For in a future life, he shall return
To face once more the lessons he must learn.
To bear free will implies the right to choose,
Yet one must bear the burdens of each choice.
Some say, “For one to gain, another must lose,”
But helping each other helps ease sacrifice.
The right of arms implies the right to kill,
Yet, who are you, to judge who’ll die or live?
The right to life, so strong, yet so fragile,
Requires you to honor it and forgive.
For every right that you feel you deserve
Implies the need to give that right to others,
For you must see the truth that sages observe –
Our souls eternal bind us all as brothers.
Every right must bear responsibility
For consequences we may not foresee.
In past, those men you’ve loved have vowed to care,
And yet, their vows descended to abuse,
Worrying at your soul, small tear by tear,
To pull you down to levels that they’d choose.
I reach to you, to help you from the mire,
To teach you more, to care, to learn, to love.
I do not need a queen to raise up higher,
But a partner, to help us both reach heights above.
We both have flaws, yet our flaws complement,
Two forms which join in jointless symmetry,
To pierce the astral veil is our intent;
Our lives conjoined, there will no limits be.
As equals, we will search for worlds unknown;
Together, we are greater than alone.
The tentative whisper of words against your ear…
The tickle of touch you’ve never felt before…
The tingle up your spine of delight and fear…
The tender voice of the stranger at your door…
The beauty of the words which I command
Relies upon the images they invoke.
My wealth of words arrives upon demand,
Fall lightly on the ear, ‘though read or spoke.
The phrases which I send across the wire
Seduce from far away, without a touch,
Lifting up your dreams to reach up higher,
Igniting your passion’s fire I love so much.
My thoughts can stir your heart beyond control;
My words will cross the world and touch your soul.
I knead against your muscles’ knots and bands,
With pressure to relieve their painful stress,
Until the knots unravel in my hands,
And strong massage becomes erotic caress.
My fingers glide across your naked skin,
To tease and taunt, ‘til tensions touch their height.
I listen to the pounding beat within,
While earthquakes shake your soul with all their might!
Your nerves inside my hold convulse and strain,
Until release can steal your breath away,
And hot and pulsing butter fills each vein,
And fingers once again can start to play…
Until you beg me stop my bold endeavour,
While wishing I’d continue it forever!
The lives of people drift from day to day,
Believing they must struggle to survive,
Yet you do not require wealth to pray,
Nor bands of gold to help your spirit thrive.
The smiles you share with strangers, you’ll discover,
Gives nourishment to both your soul and theirs.
By reaching out, you touch the lives of others,
And join the mystic web that each life shares.
We’re angels, all, who share our lives together,
In training to achieve a greater goal.
Material things can never last forever;
The wealth we carry lives within the soul.
You give your life expression through your art;
The secret of success is in the heart.
I’ll teach you how to sing love’s sweet refrain,
The tenor of your tension taking voice.
My gentle gift will make your muscles strain
Until release can make your soul rejoice.
My fingers play ‘til passion fills your throat,
As bow draws sound from Stradivarius’ string;
As wood and wire yield a perfect note,
So, too, we make our heightened senses sing.
Our bodies clash in time to cardiac beat,
The friction of our skins excites each nerve.
Our hearts attune themselves in rhythmic heat,
Crescendoing into climactic verve.
Your voice resounds a symphony to my ears,
Your joyous cries, the music of the spheres.
Waves of diamonds tossed on a sea of black
Sparkle and shine upon a distant beach,
Tempt us, taunt us, drive us when we lack,
Always within sight, yet out of reach.
The siren song of stars calls out at night,
Filling our hearts with joyous anticipation.
The unknown draws us deep into inner sight,
Firing and fueling the light of imagination.
The key exists, to reach beyond the stars,
Transcending physical laws which block our way.
In time, we will uncover what is ours,
To explore the astral fields we’ll reach one day.
We must discover the key to flee the Earth,
Or strangle in the wastes of Mankind’s birth.
From future realms, immortal energies filled
To bursting point, the point-mass universe.
With bright matter, the dark cosmos was spilled
Til Gravity Wells brought forth the stars to burst.
From Big Bang to Big Crunch, the cycle goes,
Each universe is laid upon the last...
And life spreads forth, for life forever grows
The media for the mind to hold to fast.
We cycle through our lives as years in school,
With souls carrying our mem'ries and our thoughts,
The karma we create we use as tools,
Til all souls merge together in mind gestalt.
God created Man, though Man is flawed,
So, in the End Times, Man will create God.
President Obama, falter not in fear,
For we reflect the ideals you espouse.
Your foolish freshman foes don't want to hear
"You have our full support" in deafened House.
You know, full well, that you possess the right,
The duty to extend expended debt.
Though former leaders failed us in foresight,
Your duty lies in paying charges set.
The Taxed-Enough-Already Party hates
The fact that you were chosen to lead this land.
They refuse to care for these United States,
For "united's" a concept they can't understand.
Invoke the 14th to avoid default,
And don't give in to TEA Party assault.
A leader leads by always moving forward,
You can't bring change by simply giving in.
By failing us, you fail to honor your word
And show us that you lack the will to win.
Republicans claim taxes must keep shrinking,
Job makers need more funds to help create
More jobs, yet they refuse to do so, thinking
The unions garnish wages for your slate.
Jesus Christ was never an appeaser,
He often preached the rich should help the poor.
"Render unto Caesar what is Caesar's"
Requires that the wealthy should give more.
The government should assist those in need
And not give in to those who worship greed.
I felt President Obama's force was weak;
Republicans were taking all they're able.
They swore to gut all programs for the meek
While taxes for the rich were off the table.
The sacrifice the poor would make would seem
To tear the social contract into shreds.
It turns out they were falling for his scheme;
The President was messing with their heads.
It seems the cuts they made were in his plans;
The programs that they hated won't be harmed.
The Tea Party was putty in his hands;
Republicans would learn they'd been disarmed.
The judo of the President was strong;
I'm man enough to admit I was wrong.
TEA Partiers don't care about the Truth.
They simply want to see Obama fall.
Don't care about his birthplace or his youth;
They hate the fact that he exists at all.
They think the poor are filthy, lazy blighters
Who don't deserve to live upon the dole,
And unions - teachers, cops and firefighters -
Have picking rich men's pockets as their goal.
Their propaganda machine, known as FOX,
Thrives on the fuel of lies and innuendo.
They'd love to open up Pandora's Box,
And watch the world collapse in cruel crescendo.
The Golden Rule they live by is for fools.
"Whoever has the Gold, he makes the Rules."
The Ninety-Nine-Percenters have declared
Their goal to bring the rescue of our Nation.
The Wall Street gamblers fail to see they've erred
And brought them to their knees in desperation.
Their protests swiftly spread from town to town,
Arousing rage at those whose fortunes soared.
Police brutality failed to hold them down,
And made martyrs whose cries won't be ignored.
Their phones and cameras all record the trauma
Of how these thoughtless misers bring their ruin.
But they forget, the press will show the drama;
The ones who pay the piper call the tune.
Their foolish candidates fail to see the farce;
The White House AND the Congress will be ours!
The wealthy do not think the middle class
Deserve the simple privilege of a bill.
They want to hold them down en masse
So they can serve the puppet master's will.
Republicans must sign the Norquist pledge
To forestall any raise in revenues.
They'd want to lead the country to the edge
Of Depression-era depths so we would lose.
They do not know their leaders would abandon
Them, once they start to reason for themselves.
The puppeteer won't keep the puppet dancin'
With its own mind; he'd just put it on the shelves.
A pity that Republicans must choose
'Tween Romney and the seven Dwarves, who'll lose...
So Herman Cain believes that he's a winner;
He'll show Obama where to find the door!
I'd have to say this man's a greedy sinner
Who's 'simple' tax plan devastates the poor.
He likes to view himself as the 'Godfather'
And killing illegal aliens as a 'joke'.
The jobless of the nation aren't worth the bother
His basic loyalties lie with the Brothers Koch.
His sales tax would only apply to what is new,
So let's see him recycle someone's dinner.
And meanwhile taxes plummet for the few
who'd buy the presidency for this 'winner'
Electing this man to high office is the jest;
The world would laugh at who we'd pick as 'best'..
The unions give the working people voice
When those who'd keep them silent, keep them down,
Have the money, have the power, have the choice
To give the governors means to push them around.
With Super-pacs to hide how much they're giving,
They have no reins to keep their wealth at bay.
They have the means to keep us all from living
With government that listens to what we say.
We have to battle back with those who'd fight
Those men who want to rule with iron fist.
They'd buy our government and steal our right
To choose our future, to struggle, to resist.
If we don't fight to keep the right to choose,
Then wealthy men will determine who will lose.
If you really want scares, this All Hallow's Eve,
Don't worry about what goes bump in the night.
I'd worry about what TEA Partiers believe;
Their plans for this country induce quite the fright!
Rick Perry would give all the treats to the rich,
While playing the tricks on the child at the door.
Ms. Bachmann is obviously playing the witch;
Except she's forgotten what Halloween is for.
Mr. Cain's door bell is fixed up for a shock
For any illegals who come seeking sweets.
And Romney's busy buying up comp'nies in hock,
Then throwing the workers out cold in the streets.
The most chilling nightmare that I could espouse
Is one of these monsters in the White House.
Republicans have never loved our nation;
They've loved what they can help to steal away
For any donor, any lobbyist, any corporation
Who want to line their pockets, come what may.
To love America, they'd have to love it's people,
Yet they refuse to give them any aid.
They worship at the altar of Norquist's evil,
Declaring only slashing can be made.
To stop Obama, they would kill our country,
McConnell, Boehner, Cantor, Ryan and more,
They'd sell our nation out to all and sundry,
To rob the people to help finance their war.
Though we may stop them, it may be too late;
It's hard to stop the juggernaut of hate.
The soldier's home, to learn to live without
The constant fear and noise of battle's din.
He yearns to see what he has dreamt about
Yet his toughest battle's to be fought within.
To change from war to peace, the man must deal
With dangers other people cannot know.
The invisible wounds of war are slow to heal;
The stress of nerves on edge can lay him low.
Seeing friends who die can be a burden;
Survivor's guilt can make a warrior feel,
Though friends are gone, he's the one who's hurtin',
And causing pain's the only way to deal.
Killing others worries at the heart;
Feeling at home can help the healing start.
This is the time of year for giving thanks
For all the best we feel that we've been given.
For those who fill the Democratic ranks,
Our values guide the direction we are driven.
I'd like to thank our President Obama
For trying hard to help those folks in need.
I'd like to thank the Occupier's drama
For shedding light on Wall Street corporate greed.
I'd like to thank the Democratic party
For giving hope in place of right-wing hate,
I'd like to thank the lib'ral news hosts' arty
Way of sharing news and opinions as of late.
But, most of all, I'd like to thank the nation
For giving me poetic inspiration...
"Bring me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses",
They wrote in large on the Statue of Liberty.
Yet Republicans continue to prove They're the asses,
For proving they can't give the foreign entry.
Their xenophobic hatred makes them fretful
Of any race that's not the same as theirs.
They'd build their fences, keep their oubliettes full,
And huddle behind borders, repeating prayers.
They all forget that once their folks were pleading,
Just people needing shelter from the storm.
The future needs the help of foreign breeding,
To keep their party from taking inbred-form.
Without the power of foreign energy infused,
They'll never regain the power they will lose.
Republicans will pay a heavy price
For failing to fulfill the People's need.
They think their wealthy backers will suffice
To get them reelected, so why pay heed?
But backers don't buy votes, they make up lies,
While those with pockets picked will know what's true.
You dont retain a thief for further tries,
You fire him, so your wallet stays with you.
These bandits think we won't care how they're hiding
Their projects buried deep within their bill,
But we can see what menace is overriding,
Won't allow the world to weaken to their will.
Even President Bush told truth back then,
"Fool me once, shame on you, won't get fooled again!"
This is that time of year when families unite
To celebrate the Founder of our Faith.
Too many people dread that lonely night
When coping with the feeling they're not safe.
Too often we forget those folks who need,
Who hunger, who don't know what to do.
They've fallen to the drive of corporate greed,
The hopes they have have fallen to too few.
They hope to spend their lonely night together
With someone else, whose happiness they can share.
But huddled, shivering against the nasty weather,
They find it hard to find some comfort there.
Remember Him, and his impoverished birth,
And help these folk to find some Peace on Earth.
Too long those folk in charge would have us know
How worthless we should stay in our condition.
Resolved: the brotherhood of man must grow
Beyond the narrow scope of their ambition.
Too long they'd stifle our given right to vote
To still our voices raised in opposition.
Resolved: the volume of our gathered throat
Shall drown them out and cry out our position.
Too long they've taken 'way our civil rights,
Declaring their rights rise above our own.
Resolved: equality for all must reach new heights
And justice will be dealt for those enthroned.
Our brotherhood, our freedom, our laws, we need
To fight for them 'gainst those who worship greed.
When Martin Luther King described his dream -
"I have a Dream, we'll see the Promised Land!" -
He knew the Right would fight and lie and scheme
To keep this country's promise in their hand.
He wanted to protect the right to vote
From those who would suppress his people's voice.
If he were here today, he'd have to note,
The Right succeeds at taking away their choice.
Republicans would decimate this land
To force Obama out of House and station.
Republicans refuse to see or understand
Obama's Hope and Change would save our nation.
The Promised Land will remain unfulfilled
Until the Right's obstruction can be stilled.