Lifes Work

Disease in the pocket Futile wisdom in passion Grounded rock and snow In pictures by the sea Thinly worn, the old dress fell In a room of darkness Behind the dusty pain Many things fell Loosing their position in the world Though their cause or motive was found Except the stone tears Once, they had flowed from desire Now turn to dust Faint doves perched on the roof Such symbols of purity and innocence They staid without questions And had razed only once But they remain

How lucky To play in other fields And not get lost The pressure has begun And the locks Have been released Oh what glorious pain Dripping of sweet innocence And covered with lust Everyone knows But they don’t care They want to have fun too Play in the forbidden gardens Naked in the sun Their bodies cares and soothe Each trying to make the other And as the sun set They both begin to chime The orgasmic tone of bliss And so the story goes

The earthly calling has risen To our ears it is time To our mind it is experience To me it is you More and more You have become a part of me A part I dreamt of before Now I love for myself But with every step I wish to have you close This fire started by a spark Fills the eyes and warms the heart It has become who I am Your beauty and care All the love and trust It is the sun that never sets Just ascends higher in glory It’s radiant gaze Inspiring the flowers to push for more Which I offer to you as a symbol Of what your love inspires

Call my eyes from darkness Count the roaches in a row Watch the walls as they swing and sway Smoke filled air it calms the heart Never mind the bright colored bobs There all part of the scene Crash and burn Frames every where Daisies falling from the sky Through the parking lot me might go We can’t even feel the cold wind blow But of course in harmony we are and might stay It’s up to us You and me Count your blessing one, two, three

Dinosaurs weep the sailors cry Dew slips from grassy folds Heat Wires rising up Tangled webs of passionate embrace Call down natures kiss Dead frustrations raise with calling Their motives never formal Never pure Just caresses Sensations through skin And electrifying softness Thoughts that rip through satin cloth Through to formal pressures