Monthly Archives: March 2012

R.S.V.P.

You are cordially invited… And how do I beseech you,
 
I crave the unimpeded attention of your body and mind,
Your mind the infinite play land of our appeal,
Your body,
Every curve,
An invitation to surreal compromise,
Between reason and passion,
You know which I prefer,
And I will unconditionally surrender to,
In this heartfelt plea,
I hope that you can feel the yearning,
Of these words,
Sensing that my greatest design,
Is your greatest pleasure,
For I am tireless in the pursuit of an ecstasy,
You will not soon forget.
 
I crave the unimpeded affection,
Of your body,
Revealing to me the blessed arcs and lines,
The small of your back,
The nape of your neck,
Earlobe and throat,
Your frenulum,
All your body,
Entitled to my every consideration,
I pang for you to wriggle and writhe,
Your body as my canvas,
Allows dalliances such that you have never conceived,
Nor have I,
Though I long for that eureka moment,
Moments,
As I,
Long to stroke and touch every inch of you,
Delivering a tour de force,
Rembrandt meeting Picasso,
Da Vinci’s anatomical treasures,
Realized on your awaiting flesh,
Seared into your consciousness and liberating your soul.
 
I crave with you,
The sensual,
A detailed and purposeful appreciation,
Of body and mind,
Allowing your temptations,
To become my every dedication,
A veritable devotion,
To now,
To this moment,
To you…
 
I crave to watch your body,
Pressed against mine,
Tangled,
Knotted,
And snarled,
Each kiss a lightning bolt of inspiration,
Leading down a road of increasing zeal,
Comforted in each others surrender,
I crave,
To be,
With you.
 
R.S.V.P
 
SDM

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I Can Make You Love Me…

I can make you love me,
I’ve written and said it before,
I can make you love me,
And I think I want to
But scared I think,
Should I?
Of paramount concern these two souls colliding,
Like the atoms that caused the big bang,
Finding in another being
That certain unexplainable yet inextricable piece of
Something unexpected,
Something so expansive that it eludes understanding
And expectation,
The vaunted redemption of solitude
Undone by the smashing serenity of revelation
That so often presents itself only to be crushed by
Bad timing or some ludicrous preference that in the end
Means nothing at all
As with time that admission the position is clear,
Lets off together to wonderful world of
Our fanciful creations,
Lets create our Great Hall, marbled floor and
Lets dance inside each others souls gracefully
Pulling each other ever nearer to that remarkable oblivion
Called true love
Where anything and everything is possible,
Desirable and liberating,
Lets tickle that part of our minds reserved for only we,
Deftly moving from radiating brilliance to the startlingly mundane,
How do I wish to soak in the every minute of a lifetime of the mundane
As I’ve imagined
A billion times or more,
More I think,
Infinitely consumed by the knowledge that when I find you
And I will find you,
A lifetime won’t be long enough for a love like ours
To find its full potential,
Though the course is plain
And the desire is pure,
I can make you love me,
But the question remains,
Should I?

SDM

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My Voices

I didn’t ask for this life,
I did not proclaim without cause,
That this Warrior Poet will fight,
Like a rebel,
I will stand defiant,
To the dichotomies that seem obvious to me,
That of love and fear,
Fool and genius,
Mad and sane,
I will admit,
That I am this side of crazy,
The good kind,
I will stand tall,
Mandated by the voices in my head,
The projections of my mind,
Those are not so much delusion,
As illusion and allusion.

I didn’t ask for this life,
It happened upon me one day,
Somewhere between a paradigm shift,
Of my own mental chemistry,
And an overwhelming sense of purpose,
That went unheeded for far too long,
Far too long,
Thus ripening the discord of this fractured mind,
Again the dichotomies herein to I,
And I and I,
Obvious,
As staring into the shards of me,
I find reflected,
My mission laid plain before me.

I didn’t ask for this life,
I didn’t ask to be taunted,
At times haunted,
By the voices present in my head,
I didn’t ask for the Ether,
To tap me on the shoulder daily,
I didn’t ask for the guardians of my own ascent,
Ladies and Mistresses Serendipity, Fate and Destiny,
To imbue in me words from out of nowhere,
Arriving here,
For you,
For me,
To write,
As I didn’t ask for this life,
But I must do with it what I can,
Defined by me,
Here,
And I will accept the challenge,
Of my own aspirations,
As directed,
By the Ether and my voices.

SDM

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Rebirth of Muse

Hemingway walks into the room,
Sauntering over to the wet bar,
Grabbing two glasses
He slams two ice cubes in each
And pours the Scotch,
Walking over to me
He hands me the glass
And snorts.
 
“So, what’s her name?”
“Who?”
Both of us devouring half the drink in one sip,
Returning to the bar Ernest then returned
Clutching the carafe he begins
Pouring us more of the sweet libation.
 
“Her? Muse? What’s her name?”
I smiled from ear to ear,
“How did you know?”
“I always know. So, what’s her name?”
“It’s a wonderful name but I’m not sharing.
It makes me smile as you can see,
Isn’t that enough?”
Without missing a beat Ernest shot back,
“No.”
“Well it’s going to have to be for now.”
Raising my glass I downed my drink
As did Ernest and then poured
Double what he had before.
 
“So, you’re really not going to tell me?”
“Nope.”
“When?”
“Later! Don’t want to jinx anything.”
“And you’re writing again?”
“Flowing like the Nile Ernest, it’s great.”
“About?”
“Everything and nothing. But I think it’s good.”
“Do you now? Perhaps we should get sober and edit?”
“How about we stay drunk and write?”
“Deal.”
 
And just as suddenly as he arrived we were gone,
It was almost time to write,
Though not before some more strong drink.

 

SDM

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Love Vanquishes Everything

It’s been several years since I’ve written of love
And all things in between,
The pitter patter of a syncopated rhythm,
Unfamiliar,
Mine?
Echoed by the endless key clapping well into the night,
Fingers like angels confirming what I already know,
While invisible gods, benevolent and malevolent laugh
At my best laid plans,
For these words bear witness,
Line after line,
A soul
Searching for the perfect expression,
For you,
Over those years I had become,
Cold, unsure and definitely not open,
To love,
Insisting that I had to protect this fragile heart,
Made fragile by ripe cancellation,
When I thought a lifetime we would share,
Like a sick April Fools Joke,
Me the fool,
Kicking me while I was down
And then walking out that door,
This fragile heart,
Torn,
Tattered,
Now wavering,
Perhaps it is time,
I can no longer wait,
Sidelined by the past,
When all I want is a future,
With love and happiness,
It’s all I’ve ever craved,
From the tips of my toes
To the very ends of my hair,
Every firing synapse
To every syncopated beat,
Every inch of me made for it,
Built for love,
So now,
I reappraise the past and this fragile heart,
Smiling in your general direction,
Asking,
Will you take my hand
If not forever then for a day,
Healing this fragile heart
With your tender smile,
Will you walk with me,
Into paradise made for two?
Struggle though it may be,
I can’t help it,
I’m built for love and love,
Love vanquishes everything,
At least for me.

SDM

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That Blessed Dance

Left to my own devices
I would wallow in your beauty
From now until the end of time,
Or is it the beginning of time?
For I
See something inside of you,
True spirited beauty,
The only type I long for,
That certain thing which cannot be explained,
Inquisitive and attractive,
Resilient yet calm
And a wisdom beyond your years,
Written on your face
For any that can truly see,
And oh my how do I see,
Plain as a spring breeze,
A blossoming flower
Or a hummingbird in flight.
 
Muse you have come to me,
As always,
Through blessed Lady Serendipity
Who so often touches my life,
Graced as I am,
By the Mistresses of her instruction,
Destiny and Fate,
Brought to this moment,
To me,
Now,
That I might celebrate all that you are,
All that you have been and all that you will become,
Would you like this dance?
 
What an affair it will be,
Immortalized for the world to see
In words that will never be adequate
But I will die trying,
And it will be my greatest pleasure
To find new words,
Phrases and expressions,
That will attempt to capture what can never be captured,
Can it?
For that something is both tangible
And intangible,
Though I promise you this
I will die trying,
Left to my own devices
I will celebrate you and all that you are,
Faults and all,
Will you let me?
Shall I slide into your subconscious as you have mine?
Or will I praise from afar,
Leaving the world to wonder,
Just who you are,
Hallowed Muse.

SDM

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Ideation

Suicidal thoughts
Have not led to suicidal tendencies,
At least not here,
Not now,
Though I know
You only need to get it right once,
But how,
Where and when,
Purging questions that do not give way
To an advance or reappraisal of this current tumult,
My endless passions aflame
With the fires of personal revolution
Over which I have no control.

Suicidal thoughts,
Daily,
In fact almost every waking minute
And disturbed dream is
In one way or another
Pointing me in a direction,
One way,
From which there is no return,
Though there might be solace,
Fade to black.

Suicidal thoughts,
Empty bastions of persistent pain,
A pain that so few understand,
One so few have known,
From which,
To my view the only recourse,
Is one I dare not take,
As with my demise,
While these words live on,
Those that are yet unwritten
Die forever and
Forever is a pretty long time,
Infinite,
From what I understand.

Suicidal thoughts,
Ways and means of effecting a permanent solution
To what I’m told is a temporary problem,
A laughable conclusion for anyone that cannot or
Will not see,
For if this is temporary I would hate to know what permanent is,
But fear not my friends, readers and fans,
This piece is my catharsis,
Purging suicidal tendencies,
But the thoughts,
They always
Remain.

SDM

 

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