Other poems

A collection of other poems by Peter Karwacki

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Table of Contents

HandwritingHomeHenry Hyde

Frost ReturnsGrains of SandThings I meant to Say

Chances AreCellpnoneCellphishAncient Sky

Angel's HeartDancing with YouPassionsPit

Fireballs in the MirrorsLoving Losing LeavingBowl of Torment

Evil ExesFinger DanceFood For Thought

DevotionEven MoreI love my Friend and Wife

VarietyTinnitusNight PleasuresThis Small AcreSpinning CompassHandWriting

I think I'll Like YouIdeasIn the Zone

The Thin Grey LineLonely But not in LoveMaple Dreams

Musical SexNot FriendsPainful Voice

Patrician MaxinePhotonic DreamsRain Bus

Sensing LoveSafe Behind BordersRhythm Thoughts

shuffle walkThree Friends and a MoonCrossing the Serbian Line

This Little Acre 2Better Left UnsaidShells and shards

The Company of FriendsOutlived WelcomeSnake Eyes

The Finest SteelNight of FlamesTell Me

Three Women on the TrailWasting TimeThe Mirror Cracked

When the Talking stopsStarting from ZeroOde to spring

Snow Worship

Choices and ConsequencesThe Changing Face of TimeOde to a RoseDying EmbersMr. Potato Head

Killing TimeSilent DeathThe Spark

Summer of SusanBetween UsThree Words

Lady of the LightQuantum StepsKissed by the River

No No NOChildren of MercyChanged by Looking

Render Unto CaesarSpaceIn Natural Light

Long GoodbyesHollownessDeath by Email

Twin PinesLove and LustThe Fall of Couples

Snowflakes

The Cold TownGatineau LoveMerry Christmas

JealosySusans LifeThe Desperate River

Trouble AheadThe Wellspring of Love

Knots

Time TravelingFirst StepsWhen the Lights go down

Spinning Compass

Reincarnated from themselves 

To an endless pergatory of unresolve 

and a meaningless search for meaning 

in everything and anything 

Cursed by a restless heart with vague desires 

They crossed the world to find themselves alone 

Searching for something but finding nothing 

Because they knew not what it was they sought 

Spinning wheels with spinning compass 

believed something, someday would save them 

Agnostic skeptics adherent to nothing 

Pessimistic cynics hoping for salvation 

They of little faith, waited for a big score 

For someone to ask them to dance 

For someone to ask for their help were too busy searching to offer it 

Curious and tempted by everthing new 

they were distracted and child like, so human 

saw the toy then played with the box 

became a Jack of all trades yet a Master of none 

A professional of nothing guilded to nothing 

With attention spanning the age where grass was never green enough 

and life was never full enough -had a spirit that was never happy enough 

Never content to just be 

passed each other like grey ships in the night 

Oblivious like toddlers in a sandbox 

busy in parallel play while life went on around them and without them 

foreign correspondents busy taking notes 

reporting the story but never being part of it 

scanned ahead for the lost horizon for the sacred star 

to guide them home

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This Small Acre

Did the sun ever shine so brightly on this acre - my lot in life 

My eyes never saw the wonder of it all 

The air was fresh and clear and thoughts were pure 

And days passed in fullness and harmony with no regrets 

The nights brought rest, and mornings fresh chance and hope 

Laughing in those days of sunshine 

We danced and our voices rang in song, 

never so human were we 

Just matchlights in darkness 

like stars in vastness 

passed the light of life and felt the heat of it 

held its sum in our hands 

where so many others had tried 

yet could not yield to this power 

had two hands and built nothing 

and two legs to take them no where 

with tongues what did they taste? 

with their arms embraced no one 

The heart was empty, 

and still they loved no one.

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Night Pleasures

In deepest darkness of the night 

what calls one to awaken 

In nether regions stirs so slight, 

their finger's path oft' taken 

Warmth and comfort caress mind 

leave earthly loads forsaken 

where pleasures stream through probing find 

remembered secrets hasten

Silken softness safe from sight 

and heat releasing tension 

Their rhythmic pulsing overbite 

which builds before they lessen 

Suddenly eyes fill with light 

near higher plane's ascension 

til sweeping climax fills the night 

and sweet anticipation

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Three Women on the Trail

Alone in contemplation, out on silent nighttime skiis 

Absconded from the city lights in soulful country peace 

Scanning dull horizons as the negatives invert 

light and darkness of the snow on mute and covered earth 

Seeking confirmation desperate skeptics need to see 

and trying hard to understand in moments breathlessly 

Waiting for the answers which through faith will never come 

But finding only snowflakes and the mystery where they're from

That emptiness could never last, and nature filled the void 

Thoughts rush in to overcome the restless mind with noise 

Projected on a mental screen where memories can be fixed 

They lacked the shapes and sounds of day, as mind is playing tricks

Sensing something stiring - what was rising in his mind 

were images that weren't alive, just illusions one may find 

when frightened yet absurdly hope sensations may be real 

If ghosts would rise from ghostly white a truth would be revealed

listening to a pounding heart, with nothing there but hope 

A disappointing vacuum since faith left him years ago 

Out on skiis with ghosts along he traveled not alone 

three he found upon the trail, thank God one's still at home

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Tinnitus

Bells are ringing, - bells I fear

are bells that only I can hear 

and day or night no silence clears incessant ringing in my ears

Bells are ringing, bells I hear won't cease until my madness nears 

and even then may reappear in hell and ring my bells don't care

Ringing, ringing - always there with hands on ears won't disappear 

I have no way to interfere the sound that ring's not in the air

What if the tones that I perceive are not just sounds inside of me 

but all the things that fill the voids 

That bounce around yet make no noise?

Or maybe its the universe! Like Big Bang echoing afterwards 

A zillion years in outer space now returned to haunt my inner place

So who's to say that what I hear's not really ringing everywhere 

and who's to know if what I feel's not shared 

with they who hear them peel

But I just want the bells to stop 

There's too much ringing round the clock 

with only sleep or jazz to play 

to help me make them fade away.

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Variety

Clock ticks and counterpoints, spices of life

Smooth joints and shaving knicks, peaceniks and strife 

Weekends of gettaways, freedom at last 

Weekdays of misery but all things must pass

Straight sons with highbrows, dullards with none 

parents with children, singles and fun 

Uptown and hightown, blue collar dives 

Born into this world, then screwed up their lives

Give explanations, bring home the goods 

send in the calvary, must 'do's and 'should's 

Feelings in turmoil, passions unfurled 

Headstrong while helpless, and new to the world

Years by the seaside, walks on the shore 

Time in the city, busy once more 

Choosing to stay put, playing the game 

More things are changing than staying the same

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Wasting Time

Another day has come and gone 

You're still not by my side 

Another night has past us by 

Look how we've wasted time!

Another story left untold who can I tell it to? 

Another smile I'll never share 

Not saved til I'm with you

Lonely hours passed silently 

I'll wait to hear your voice 

Stretching minutes ooze and hang 

suspended by our choice

Dripping seconds down the hall 

Footsteps on the stairs 

Sounds of city buzzing round 

remind me you're not there

Tell me this is making sense 

on days I can't believe 

Help me through the empty hours 

so my heart won't be deceived

Sitting here I think of you 

Its strange how nothing else 

will come to mind with so much here 

to occupy myself

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The Mirror Cracked

A first it seemed a simple task 

cut glass again was all it asked 

For cutting gave no message fast 

as cutting glass the mirror cracked

Not once, not twice not three times last 

so many times it made him laugh 

because each time he scored the glass 

along the cuts the mirror cracked

Again, again the cutter passed 

along the cuts - the blade perhaps 

was blunt or dull but always cast 

by fate that caused the mirror to crack

But fate had warned that fortune lacked 

for he who found his future smashed 

no images reflecting back 

all luck was gone with mirror cracked

Away cruel fate stop your attack 

It matters not whats on the track 

To what befalls he may adapt 

If forewarned by mirror cracked

Fate had blown across his path 

with shattered shards from cutting glass 

and seven years have come and passed 

forewarned was he by mirror cracked

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The Company of Friends

Down the Road the cars are lined up 

Dogs are barking and the air is chilled 

but up the drive there's voices rising 

and in the barn, the hot tub's filled

The Lights are one - the music's pumping 

So much to eat you'll want for nothing 

and everywhere the glass is brimming 

with beer and wine to ease your thoughts

You can dance alone or with the tribe 

You don't need someone to dance beside 

Cause everyone feels the beat inside 

In the company of friends

Well it doesn't matter what friends you keep 

Just as long as you have friends 

and hope and pray the ties will bind 

on through your life until the end

Just hold them close and show your love 

as if on that your life depends 

Cause nothing warms the soul 

quite like it 

when standing in the midst of friends

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Tell Me

Will you come and meet with me underneath the moon 

In darkness bathed in lightness just like we used to do 

Each cycle of the planet with silver orb in sky 

was something I would wait for just knowing you'd be mine

Our fingers dripped with moonlight cast through the window sill 

hair filled with golden firelight a memory haunts me still 

My hands felt silken smoothness and softness of your skin 

Returned by sweet caresses and the burning heat within

A vision in the temple of love illuminated 

Would rise before the alter as we wildly consumated 

Naked passion moved and pulsed together in the night 

our heaving bodies drenched with sweat which shimmered in the light

And when we both were finished minds numb and bodies spent 

Lying there as hearts beat down to synchopated rest 

No sweeter moment has there been as drifting off to sleep 

I felt your body next to mine and love ran true and deep

Such is the rush of temporal code that flashes 

as I dream an image of us locked in time 

we two will only see But dreams are not enough for me - 

I need to know you're there wanting all the things I do 

for my dream is meant to share

Tell me now you'll meet with me when luna cycles high 

And shine yourself upon me as the starlight tumbles by 

The world may spin in silence but we will join and fly 

Far from the terra firma our souls ignited cannot die

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Night of Flames

They knelt at the alter of the temple of love 

Humbled by the power of their moment 

But driven by a passion that welled deep within It mattered not - their refusal was silent 

Wide eyed and bewildered they found themselves there 

And fire came upon them though their senses were clear 

They wanted to be consumed by the heat that drew near 

All other thoughts unclouded by fear Their need was so great and they could not say no 

It was he that required it and her making it so 

Now their bodies together and breathing as one 

No mind for tomorrow their moment had come 

No memories or plans, - no problems or cares 

Just man meeting woman and love making there 

And now is the secret that no one may know - 

How could they have done this - where did their love go? 

Were they too far from the love that they claimed that they knew 

Or simply too tempted for their love to stay true? 

So this is the story that plays out in time 

The genie was out and the prayer beads unwind 

Their life had been changing but they couldn't see 

All the things that had happened were just meant to be 

And questions remain with the clock ticking fast as 

One night's encounter may vilify past 

or life may move onward and friendship remain 

leaving wet dreams and memories of their sweet night of flames 

Will she be gentle - will he be insane? 

The lovers that left them will see them again 

And at that meeting their memories will wane 

unless seeing the other stirs that which remained

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When Talking Stops

When the talking stops and silence roars 

there's a new beginning, or a beginning of an end. 

Minds communicate through deeds 

then demonstrate through slamming doors, kisses, hugs 

or a tremor and a shake nothing said speaks volumes

Voice arrests upon the lips caught hanging on the tongue 

which waggles within its bay 

Words move and twitch about shuddering like shock waves 

Pain holds them knowingly for the hurt caused by their launch 

would exceed the sounds , the shape of those thoughts 

and the size of those dreams 

But the memory of them bounces about the cranium 

hitting high and low landing heavily on the heart 

with a thud 

Sadness comes on like anger turned inwards 

Loneliness creeps in anguish 

at what one should have done 

but did not do!

An endless conversation followed by a moment of truth 

Maniacal laughter and vacuous chatter 

Fighting off silence with meaningless banter 

a pregnant silence and an awkward pause 

reach impossibly for the bottle of chemistry 

and find another spark to hear the sound of the other's reassuring voice 

and laugh or cry together again as friends.

If the world unfolds in its magnificence 

words come to mind but are never spoken 

Thoughts emerge though no words form 

The eyes dream on without a thought ever being born 

Seeds bubble up from the eternal from the hearts of all men always silent

Words may be choked back and swallowed whole 

Thoughts that were never revealed seethe within 

At first they won't come but then coming fast 

suddenly they're not what was expected 

Blazing off one's chest into another's breast 

weight transferred from one's shoulders to their's will it rest 

shooting darts of poison and hate 

Stoccato words hitting like bullets, tearing at flesh and bone 

cutting like a jagged knife blade, searing the ears and the heart too 

Finally, the damage done, only bitter tears in the dead silence remain 

If those words were not spoken which silence would be chosen again?

Blissful reflections and flickering candlelight with tinkling glasses 

The whisper of sheets and soft kisses 

After seeing the sunrise on a night of fascination 

and warm glances 

awakened by the realization of love 

Nothing speaks volumes and they relish the moment 

in each other's arms in precious silence.

Rocking on the back porch at home with no pretense 

as too much is known finishing sentences before they've been sown 

Their silence is golden for it's old they have grown

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The Finest Steel

Through the eyes into the soul a mystery lurks within 

What motivates a man to do what most concede is sin 

When voices call out in his brain the source of them unknown 

guiding him to act upon dark messages intoned 

Water dripping from his taps, a niggling pressure point 

Bouncing off his beaten browe, of interest to Freud 

Leading madly down a path from which there's no return 

Crossed the line for ever more, redemption can't be earned 

Did he fall or was he pushed? 

At death we only guess 

The kind of thing that shaped his mind, 

and actions he expressed 

What shoulders bore, what burden weighed, emotions that he'd feel 

Determined that the sum of them could snap the finest steel 

And what is more that no one knew his deepest inner thoughts 

or if they knew discounted them 

before he could be stopped 

and of the ones who share the blame, 

who pushed a bit to far 

May never know just what they did, or even who they are! 

They helped create the tortured soul 

and triggered something deep 

Some mother's son has killed again, 

some victim's mother weeps 

The strongest steel is made not borne in alchemy sublime 

Forged to bend or hold an edge, resisting rust with time 

Metallic blades though functional, whose metal may be fine 

Will break if bent or struck too hard where hidden defects lie 

Look within the eyes and see the mystery of the steel 

Test its shining competence, touch lunacy's ordeal.

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Welcome Outlived

Uh oh he stayed too late Can he leave now and still save face? 

This has gone for too long and his time has all run down 

and he hopes he haven't caused her too much pain

Oh oh he thinks he's said too much can he just leave then still patch things up? 

Well he rambled on for hours and its plain its all gone sour 

Will she hate him or dismiss him when he's gone?

Oh no, he sees that he's got to go 

Can he return - its hard to know 

Well she said he made her sick 

and now its all come down to this 

Will she forgive him and let him back tomorrow

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Starting from Zero

From a very young age we've all heard the score 

How one touches the flame then thereafter no more 

But lessons in life are not so easily learned 

when things turn against us not just our fingers get burned

True life is a game but its governed by inches and a choice of direction or a change in conditions Sometimes a lapse or a train is derailed 

Sometimes a chance where all others have failed

But starting from scratch, each one does not know 

where they have come from and where they will go 

Thats just the way of the world somehow helping us grow 

Still I'm outside not in, wondering why it is so

From the time we are born to the day that we die 

We search all our lives for life's meaning and ask why 

And learn to be more than we thought that we could be 

our life then unfolds beyond what we could see 

Unconstrained by concerns beyond that not controlled 

Not waiting calmly until we grow old 

What else could drive us beyond that which we know?

Knowledge is packaged and we pass it along 

though no one can get it by just being born 

So history repeats when we start having none 

Since preconceived notions are commonly wrong 

And we're slaves to perceptions as onwards we run. 

we just start off from zero and take life as it comes

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Ode to Spring

Springtime is softly melting 

Tulips sprout new and green and brids are gayly singing 

As sunlight pours through the trees

Thankful the winter is over Life can begin anew 

and peace and brith entwine them with everything that is true

Long is the time I've waited 

Lonely were days so blue 

And nights seemed cold and endless 

Since I've been without you

But soon we'll be joined together 

That's what we've waited for 

and joy and love will keep us 

Happy for ever more

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Snake Eyes

A funny thing happened on my way out of town 

while the truck was still loaded and my address was gone 

As I sat in my chair for what seemed the last time 

a phone call made changes to the life I designed

"Come over" the voice said at the end of the line 

"we want you, you're needed, you'll work out just fine" 

But something was saying in the back of my head 

"Well Dilbert you keener, just look what you did!"

For out there in heaven were my wife and kids 

expecting their father to come back again 

waiting together for a family trip 

The way things were going I was going to be sick

Its life and these moments which are moments of truth 

when decisions you've made will haunt your life through 

You've been forced to decide and there's no right or wrong 

Just one path that you've chosen while the other one's gone

You say that its easy just turn back and go well it's easy of course, 

until you've been caught by the flow of events and decisions 

that now come your way and a new set of choices that fill up your day

When you start throwing dice to help you decide 

These tumbling prophets don't care how they fly 

Snake eyes, you're happy, doubles you're not and boxcars for people who throw dice a lot

But life's not that simple what's more likely the case 

Is ten heads for ten tails no matter the place 

but somehow the fates that act on the coin 

are indifferent to the need of some poor schmuck to win 

While another sails through and tosses a score 

"That's nothing", he'll say, "I've thrown snake eyes before"

But the hour glass is over and the sand has finally run 

And mystic forces working there have finally had their fun

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This Small Acre

Did the sun ever shine so brightly on this acre - my lot in life 

My eyes never saw the wonder of it all 

The air was fresh and clear and thoughts were pure 

Days passed in fullness and harmony with no regrets 

The nights brought rest, and mornings fresh chance and hope 

Laughing in those days of sunshine 

We danced and our voices rang in song, 

never so human were we then passed the light of life 

and felt the heat of it held its sum in our hands 

and power had two hands and built something 

two legs and went anywhere 

with tongues tasted everything 

our arms embraced anyone 

Hearts never empty, 

Just matchlight in darkness 

like stars in vastness where the sun too will fade 

I simply woke up before my time was done and did all that which I could do

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Better Left Unsaid

The voice arrests on lips then hangs on waggling tongue with heart felt pangs 

As knowledge of the hurt exceeds expansive thoughts and sounds of dreams

Silence screams at those who'll listen 

It seeths within a mute opinion A voice may choke on words that come 

Still thoughts have deeds to mark their sum

Nothing said speaks volumes then like slamming doors or fists of men 

A kiss and hug or friendly shakes 

Things words alone can't demonstrate

But words not stopped or swallowed whole burst through one day 

and tear one's soul searing ears and causing pain 

whose tongue was tied might choose again?

anguish at what should have been their anger echoes deep within 

for given choice and time back when 

would blaze without regreting them

Things much better left alone 

If no bitter words were ever sown 

Between them both so much unknown fills golden silence 

as they've grown

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Shuffle Walk

Shuffling down the sidewalk, I'm just looking past my feet

There's no one looking at me, least not no one on this street

And we're shuffling off together so our eyes will never meet

On another city morning, another day out on the beat

We're looking for the newsbox for the headline screaming by

Searching for what matters and it soothes our lonely eyes

Cause everybody's searching for something to believe

and someone who will love them who won't practice to deceive

But the news thats in the paper is the same as yesterday

so much a comfort as a bore though much easier that way

Now I'm looking for somebody whose eyes aren't at their feet

Somebody who will meet my gaze and make my day complete

But we're living in the city with relationships galore

and another is a problem even for those wanting more.

Shuffling down the sidewalk there's a bum out on the street

He's begging for a living and he's begging on his knees

I want to give him something but my pockets are all cleaned

And I'm thinking by the grace of God that fella could be me

And I'm wondering if a stranger who helped me out one day

Is still in their relationship cause that's all she had to say

when I asked if she would give her name in thanking her that way

"It's Jennifer" she whispered, 

but no relationship was made

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SHELLS and SHARDS

On the beach were shells and glass, flotsam and jetsam, 

renewed by changing tides, and mulled over a million times 

the sand met the sky but no waves could be seen seaching 

for fragments of this or cracked pieces of that 

lolling beachcombers trolled for traces of past greatness 

washed out figures stunned and suddenly alone 

spent days and nights searching for their beacon star 

on another featureless beach of shells and shards 

On a beach, intoning quiet prayers, and invocations of diety 

to raise the dead from wind swept sands or gain a pulse from severed hands 

Listening for silent screams where fireballs land 

where the beach lit up like a flare from a foundering vessel 

and clouds rose up and joined the sky then disipated into the ether 

all was revealed to those who reasoned why 

On a beach lies circumstantial shells and fragments, shards of a lost kingdom, 

and sand from a worn mountain leveled, 

something had swept in like the tide and left pieces 

of what mightily once was after declaring time enough, 

or time had come then transformed another constant, 

now fallen star into ashes under foot and dust to dust 

as all must die

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Three Friends and a Moon

The first full moon of Autumn shone down upon three friends 

As each of them sought meaning in the moon's glow - hand in hand 

Looking up the clouds seemed crazed with madness from the light 

With super natural fortunes being conjured up that night

For one the moon seemed angry hanging hostile in the sky 

Not free to shine its light restrained by clouded cage on high 

Try as might with golden heart the moon could not escape 

Its silver bedded prison held it hostage where it stayed

The friend who gazed had seen her life with so much love to give 

A lonely soul in search of one to share her love and live 

The harder that she tried it seemed the harder had it been 

To find a man who'd free her from deep emptiness within

But even as the thought had passed from mind to outer space 

A seed began to grow inside - her life began to change 

No longer would she wait for him to sweep her off her feet 

She'd found a way to have the son or daughter she could keep

And so the moon would cycle through the seasons of her life 

inspired by the light that shone up in the sky that night

Another saw a beacon which had called him from the sea 

A guiding light had broken through fulfilling destiny 

Two ships were lost but now were found both aided by the light 

Drawn safely into harbour where two hearts would soon unite

Just like a ghostly sheperd who had called out to his flock 

The moon had found a way to shine on brightly through the cloud 

The friend had wandered all alone and sailing hopelessly 

But as the night was darkest then her light reached out for he

The last dear friend saw dancers in the harvest sky that night 

For as the sun would court the earth it woo'd the moon in flight 

A jig of heaven's bodies one spins just as one flies 

They dance the dance of lovers which the moonlight amplifies

But as they danced she saw herself all caught up in the glow 

With family, friends and children was she ever going to know 

Which partner that she'd end up with before the music died 

Knowing that the one she'd picked was no longer by her side

But sun has earth the earth has moon whose face is son reflected 

The partners only seem detached together they're protected 

Mother's child is father's too, though that husband has no wife 

Will changing partners in the dance be ruinous to their life?

They gazed out at the moonlit scape minds racing with these thoughts 

still joined in common by the beams of silver that they crossed 

With hands held tight they faced the night and their futures one by one 

While looking at the autumn moon and shape of things to come

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Crossing the Serbian Line

Planets hang on nothing and existence is wafer thin Life 

and precious essence not in space lie deep within 

Connecting deeds and thoughts, values, beliefs and sin linked through ether then beyond - now with friends we begin to cross chains of separation not of numbers but of mind conceiving the inconceivable, knowing the unknowable seeing the unthinkable found a heavy price to pay baby steps at first finally we've lept today teetering for years upon the brink a moment of truth has come where bombs are wreaking havok, having precisely found the line dividing evil from good upon the sands of time who will be victorious, or blasted to smithereens who will submit, die or flee in toaist simplicity No Gods about only men who finally see the planet, good and bad - but no mystery See coexistence requires effort and far greater price to pay And greater distance to go to keep the serbian line that way Battles rage in outer space or in the living room so with two be it the world, will humanity be doomed or move us from the chaos, to live finally in peace Fix the whole or blow apart, know mindless probes into our watch won't improve it mechanically History's not repeating, but our lessons reappeared rightly or wrongly, we feared the decisons to be made and paths to be taken But her mother's dead and so the baby cries. Her shoes worn in disbelief. That bullet's flight through another night without reprieve. Left the world waiting for sense to reign And feeling the hurt and seeing the pain are drawing the Serbian line Recollections of the school yard and the jungle Where reason wasn't enough, when friendship was neither wanted or accepted Where hate and darkness of the human heart and the genius of evil Was confronted to stop the bully there Not by uttering a kind word stupidly or humourously A hammer solved the problem, a walking stick or a punch in the eye drew the line, and later erased the swastika the lines of a crucifix which were the cross hairs of a site like the sites on the Serbs who like the rest of the world cry out but must look within asking not for whom the bombs blast but why again some must die

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Sensing Love

Press yourself against me I'll feel the fullness of your breasts 

Place your mouth upon me I'll smell the sweetness of your breath

Lay your hand upon me I'll feel the heat that burns within 

Say you'll have me baby And I'll fall in love again

Sing your song don't whisper I need to hear your voice 

I fell in love when first we met I had no other choice

Sleep beside me woman Oh come, and be with me 

Together life is fine with you Its plain for all to see

Kiss me with your soul and let me taste it with my mouth 

I want to draw you near me so erased there'll be no doubts

All senses tell me you're the one 

The only one I'll need And forever more together 

Sensing Love, love endlessly

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Safe Behind Borders

At the border they met - never dreaming they'd cross 

In parallel movements as their bearings were lost 

No hand held in her hand and no side glances cast 

Just romantic pilgrims consumed by their past

An unstable line drawn in life's shifting sand 

Blown off by a wind abstract lines won't withstand 

Loneliness clouded like storms in the East 

Descending upon they who expected it least

Winnowing at first like a tropical breeze 

Disarming their hearts and their other beliefs 

Inducing, yes seducing their tentative steps 

So easily drawn from the paths that they'd left

With winds of change howling and rattling glass 

Both seeking shelter saw their refuge at last Where deep inner truths spun deceit in the calm Engulfed by the cosmos where their borders had gone!

So it was that the lines they had followed had wound 

through a Garden of EDEN to the love they had found 

In a moment of comfort and peace from the storm 

Eternally righteous, where nothing was wrong

Does it matter at which point the border was crossed? 

When moonlight transformed them - from friends or betrothed 

Into lovers that evening - who would not have done the same 

if not held SAFE within the arms of that one

But the border that kept them apart was no more 

It wasn't the border but safety they swore 

In the arms of the other no fear had emerged 

While treating themselves to new thoughts and each urge

So distance between them is now border enough 

Until truth and its meaning intervenes from above 

unless meeting again with no borders to see 

fall safer together or apart will it be?

Because borders like fences may keep them apart 

like fences for neighbors they are safe for the heart 

As long as there's borders of safety and time 

Those two who were lovers love each other in kind

kayaky

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Rhythm Thoughts

Just let it pour out, yeah just let it go 

The words you are writing are not your's to know 

Your mind is working now so just let it grow 

cause the feelings are building now - you've got to let them flow 

They're bubbling up and distilling thoughts 

From your inner self the one you've always sought 

once hidden by pretense or possibly blocked 

so just seize the day within the time you've got 

So you're moving on yeah its time to blow 

You can make it to the station if you need to go 

But the trip you are taking doesn't use the road 

You have to travel inwards til you've reached your soul 

I can meet you there when you've reached the end 

I'm gonna see you baby when I land in heaven 

The words are gone but the feelings stayed 

Funny how the words we said weren't in the plans we made 

Ya ya-ya ya-ya ya ya ya ya 

Do do-do do-do do do do 

Da dada dada da da da da 

Bump dada badump da bump bump bump

kayaky

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Rain Bus

Rain Soaked streets and wet umbrellas 

On slippery sidewalks and wet hair 

Slimey, cheesey, smelly feet and clothing 

Bodies pressing up the stairs 

Big fat asses and skinny ones too 

Lining up along the aisle 

Try hard not to sit beside us and if they did try not to stare

Its slow going on the transit 

So walkmen blare to make time flow 

That's the way it is upon the rain bus 

Just people trying to get home

The rain bus rolls and dumps its load 

Hydralic doors are slamming shut 

Sneezing, coughing farts they leave us 

One last thing before they go

The aisle is filled upon the rain bus 

The air is thick with sweat and breath 

The glass is fogged, so where are we 

Forcing eyes to gaze upon us 

However catatonically

Fascinating cuticles 

Feet furiously tapping to a solo beat 

Dreaming of any place but on the rain bus 

To and fro' on their way back home

kayaky

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Photonic Dreams

What's that?! He's been dreaming again- 

not working with other things to do 

Because his mind is racing with intoxicating and enchanting thoughts of who? 

But the screen shining, blankly is flickering or is it winking 

Like a changeling temptress of whom he's been thinking 

Imagining it's keys pipeline to her mind - flowing and caressing a

nd mystically winds his thoughts to her door 

That light box could be a window to her soul 

One great eye into which they may both fall - limitless falling 

Oh grant him that he shall never land 

How can this mechanical thing perversely link him to her? 

Indelibly marked by memories or are these just dreams too? 

He knows why, and remembers how 

one evening what shone was moonlight 

which mingled with his keyboard friend, 

there upon them casting shadows of light and dark, 

good and bad, 

right or wrong 

with winged spectral harpists whispering 

then urging them to go on 

And finally moving into the light which beckoned - 

then surrounded them with the warm glow of friends - 

faces gone but hearts remaining 

a blissful union there - for ever more - until the end 

His machine has become a mental cue, 

and a strange one at that 

conjuring up such recollections by the video screen 

he sits at 

Drawn beyond the light now 

into the darkness of Her room 

washed with her scent upon the sheets 

which further sealed the night 

And there, coupled but not by the photonic chains of mail 

that never stop 

It seems, there was only their own essence 

as they sailed away into his dreams

kayaky

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Patricia Maxine