winter’s chill
etched on
each
fallen
leaf:
rustling percussion,
accompanying the riotous
cacophony of
Autumn’s
vainglorious arrival.
so it was,
so it always shall be.

but.
this year,

a warm wind,
(smiling)
unanticpated
&
most welcome,
ushers in
the Fall.

fresh
furious and,
beguilingly calm
a hurricane roils just below.

i tip my hat
join the fray-
excitedly announcing,
“my name
is Ray”.
here
comes
the
fall-

again.

I 

was ready
to give my everything to her,

(to you)

as always.

But

is my everything 

too much?

is it fantasy 

idealized?

never to be

realized?
-sometimes,

Yeah.
It is.
A scientist once said, one’s propensity for heartache is directly proportionate to one’s willingness to bare one’s heart and soul to the inevitable attack that arrives shortly after the entrance of love.

OK, 

it wasn’t a scientist

Just a starved poet,

with love 

spilling forth from

his

Bones.
I could have

would have

will always

loved

loved you fiercely

hold you 

warmly and

dearly

in my love.

tagged
wrapped
checked
and at
my feet,
and ready
for inspection and,
to get kicked
t’da kerb.

 
But,
baby,
what is
that in your
hands?
Could you
Would,

you.

Let go.
and be here

with…..
OK

that’s a’ight.

I’ll be alright.

peace out,

Angel.

do you
feel the
shift.

do
you
smell my pain?

I’m on fire,
and you gonna burn.

a
drop
of
hope
greater in
promise
than
one billion
stars.

(and just
as near
to me,

as when I close my eyes.)
 

 
I am
lost
in the
sweet
imaginings
of
love
rarefied.
(stupefied)

illusion
fueled
by hunger,
is no less real
than the touch
of my-
your,
our lips

linger-
ing
luxu-
rious
blas-
phemous
and
sweet-
ly
curious

let me
touch you.

Beauty,
quench
your
thirst
at my soul’s
font.

there
is
more
to
come
should you choose,

abandon.

chin-
too high.
so they be hatin’.

eyes-
too proud
so they be baitin’.
tell your story
and be your own
idol.

open
your heart, to feel compassion
bend
your ears, to hear experience
relax
your being, to know wisdom

but walk the path
your own soul has foretold.

be the Divine
you praise
from folded knee.

stand up.

and just,

be.
 
cuz they
all
is just fakin’,
and
forsaken.

Prometheus,

touch

me again,

that I may know

the glory bestowed 

in my heart.

that I may feel

the power 

racing

in my blood.
God’s sun,

raging

inside.
I sing

to stoke 

the blinding inferno

to light their way.
Yet,

You are gone.

Gone.

It’s up to me

now.

I had
inside me
the love
and beauty
to gift you
with
twisted and
delightful verse.

but my Muse,
that
lovely
embodiment of Grace,
and spiritual
height,
demanded
tribute.
(or maybe I
offered -freely?)

you should know,
that I have
a Huge crush
on her.
(she’s so damn fine)

so all you get
is this
ode,
to her:

the poem thief

A million
miles away-
yet,
there,
she is,
in my heart,
today.

accustomed,
to that laugh and
that smile,
and
the cutest giggle…..
and boy
do I dream
of how
she may wiggle.
it
just a
little
bit.

one day.
one,
day
ray