Passions Find


I rejoice in the moment, upon finding true love; glorious acceptance my heart soared high above;

Undefined, now totally understood, my heart captured beauty unpretentious, as before you I should;

Open arms awaited my embrace, within them all is forgotten, my needs now replaced;

Passion thrills, jumbled judgement–all refined, our crushing hug testifies that our locked hearts prove genuine.

Truth of love is plain and evident on our faces, loves healing powers erased all of pains shadowed traces;

I raise my cup to you tender beauty, to your sacrifice and patience, as passions flight upward caused roiling emotions–a storm we weather searing our devotion;

I cradled your passions, held fast to tumultuous upheavals of loves mixture of emotion, while you found yourself, your place in this most curious of romantic solutions.

Beautiful Mirage

Heart pauses at the beauty,
while skirting the desert floor,
my heart and mind begged for relief
from duty on distant shore;

From where did the memory of your
tender touch reach through fog in
my mind, and strip my sight of mornings
light as though night had never come.

Where was the taste of your sweet tongue as I sought for my life’s measure, did not you pledge your gift of life and to
this our endless pleasure.

The summer sun is hottest when it promises growing power, while i think on ways we might enjoy the passing days touching hour by hour.

Star Dances

Stars dance in the night sky,

where heavens majesty is a

mute witness to dances eternal.

As my heart upon seeing your

tender face, explodes in joyous

pleasure, the time of your arrival

well past when you had departed

and the song of your

sweet visage being etched

upon my minds eye.

When the fleeting passing of

fragrance has left the

room then will the

imagination soar and dip

until next chanced meeting.

Ever soaring the heart pinned

lover writes waging the oft penned

battle of why and when, struggling

with loves clutch again and again.

Perhaps the day may still approach,

when she grants his hearts request

or better he stares at the stars above

watching them laugh as they dance.



Courtesy of Amy Winehouse Productions



You found your way back among us,
had you ever left?

I remembered you in the way life
choose to grace you with beauty
and voice to sing, your voice
could do many things.

Hair dark as the night sky,
sun-kissed, it radiates a
silver-gold blue hue as it
reflects true beauty.

Piled upon your head or
falling askew, it was your
persona that radiated true.

My eyes swallowed your painted
treasures that I would never
fully see, as I measured the
path of switchbacks you seemed
only to see.

I longed to share a cigarette
with you as the smoke curled from
your lips, I would place my face
close to yours and lips would
caress lips.

The tendril of blue-white smoke
would enter into your body, my
face pressed close to your soft
lips as you waited for me to draw
it from your mouth.

Slowly, you would yield the smoke
as eyes slowly close, we shared
what lovers do so often pressing
nose to nose.

I know it is not a perfect thing,
I refuse to be offended, offense
is a relative thing by those who
refuse to mend broken fences.

When you left it was the pain
that losing could suddenly bring,
were we lovers or even friends
your phone would nightly ring.

Torn away, I imagined your
beautiful innocence as like
a child dazzled by the white
light you continued towards it
with glee, no more hurts, pain,
uncertainty or strife this world
no more will see you sing.

How joyous might be the reunion
as a new voices aids the angels,
so pure now of thought you
understand all, even to why
I was musing.

The pundits claim after the fact
they knew that you were losing,
or was the pain too much for your
fragile body that even Earth knew
it was your own choosing.

I see you again and my heart lifts
as again the world needs cleansing,
will we ever hear a voice like yours
again that can burn with beauty as a
fire than can be singeing.

Song of Sand; Song of Water

Courtesy of Play Comments

Courtesy of Play Comments

The desert is a friend while you are here and I am its champion.
While you are away it is nothing more than an empty shell keeping its secrets, harsh and unforgiving.
The ocean and sound are nothing more than two deep wounds that desire healing.
They cause the sky to weep in misery and its tears touch the waters and kiss sweetly the desert floor.
Had I not lived in both worlds I would not know this thing.
I have stood at both places and heard the mournful call of empty dreams being washed away.
Perhaps a champion will once again arise from the ashes of despair and become a champion of both.
 We shall see.
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Precious Angel

KONICA MINOLTA DIGITAL CAMERA    Precious angel, whose words fall like rain from above,
is gracious beyond measure with words of pure love;

though perhaps in this life when all seems for naught,
your words are a tender reminder that for love have
men fought;

not given to anger or malicious intent, your patience
is gentle, your friendship intense;

through the days of this life which are often fraught
with alarm – love is an ever present reminder that will
do no harm;

people sometimes hurt people as was recently easy to see,
common sense and attitudes must change because the impact
on lives is sordid when there is no place to flee;

I savor your words spoken and can feel your heart through
the keys, as your press out your passions degree by degree;

tender dove whose words drop as rain from on high, those
tender sentiments and heartfelt experiences shared will
not dry like your eyes.

The Dream

The dream is to be treasured,
more than gold, of secrets
and places where anything goes.

Valuable more than diamonds,
guarded more than pearls,
Sheiks would sell their Kingdoms
to live forever within those worlds.

They come to us unbidden by idea
or by chance, within their hidden
beauty lies terror or romance.

We can fly from planet to planet
or scale the most dangerous of
peaks; we can become all things
beautiful no matter our physique.

We can be light as feathers, as
we barely touch the ground, within
the dream our name can be Odin or
What Ever, perhaps Even A. Round.

With some terror, upon the ledge
we stand as suddenly and without
warning. Under bright skies toward
dark dreams rapid fire on mark as
time flashes by from night to

Dare say we stand by our own
graves as we grieve alone in
mourning; or make joyous
gurgling when we see ourselves

Having graduated at the top of
our class, so esteemed and of
noble parentage be. We after
Oxford, Cambridge or MIT;
a hermit decide to be.

Dreams carry us beyond the stars
past Nebula’s and honorable
little Pluto’s gravitational
pull. I should know, I have
stood upon its small face so
elegant and tiny a place where
starlight is the only light and
night is the only companion.

Dreams launch me into the vast
depths of sea and ocean blues.
I have traversed the great depths
where the pressures are frightening
while learning to converse with a
Mermaid who speaks only Greek or
Latin. She showed me her greatest
treasure which was a pair of
women’s waterlogged shoes.

She spoke of dreams as a dry
lander being when her legs were
instantly revealed; tried on
the shoes a perfect fit as I
smiled and wedding bells pealed.

Immediately, I stood in the
desert where I searched for
lost treasure, where life and
death were granted freely
each with equal measure.

She was there again my
Mermaid beauty as though her
place must near sand;
gains not withstanding, a
space craft came to land.

We hastily boarded as a fire
breathing Dragon dove, hissing
as it missed. We hit the boosters
and swoosh were quick lifters
seeking a safe view from orbit.

She was so close I stole a
small kiss from her cheek,
she turned and kissed my lips
in Ernest who magically appeared
a former friend I held dear;
though I don’t recall ever having
a friend named Ernest.

His lips were soft too and of
a sensuous blue hue, that I
kissed him sincerely in return
which prompted us to land back
in the desert and I yelled we
best run, as a dragon was due
any moment.