||||Paints With Words

Lines that etch your gentle face
the comfort of your warm embrace
the out pour of your total devotion
uninhibited honest emotion.
These cherished things
inspire my heart to sing
a melody of love.

The strength of character you display
providing protection every way.
Giving support in all I achieve
approval glances on a quiet eve.
These cherished things
inspire my heart to sing
a melody of love.

The twinkle in your smiling eyes
a whisper of awakening sighs
sensual stirring the morning after
teasing kisses and hearty laughter.
These cherished things
inspire my heart to sing
a melody of love.

Outpour of comfort when things are amiss
a heart overflowing with romantic bliss.
Your quiet resolve when we disagree
to end the argument peacefully.
These cherished things
inspire my heart to sing
a melody of love.

In a twinkling life for me had changed
all the colors rearranged
love’s profusion, passion’s heat
I’m overflowing, at last complete.
These cherished things
inspire my heart to sing
a melody of love.

With implicit trust I give my all
no doubt or fear, there are no walls.
Each day my love grows deep and strong
love that endures a lifetime long
These cherished things
inspire my heart to sing
a melody of love.

This sonnet is now a musical composition as a result of a collaboration between myself, the creative and talented musician Evan Paul Kozaris and the a new singing sensation Stephanie Matos.  Listen to the musical production of Melody of Love above.

Side note: If you desire a personal recording of Melody of Love you can visit Evan Paul’s music site by clicking his name  Evan Paul Kozaris, where the song can be downloaded for $.99

Solitude is the ash of creativity
we who delve into philosophies
wondering this pondering that
what why when and wherefores
who feel with the intensity
of inflicted stab wounds
raging fires that blaze eternally
who hear the voices of the elders
moved to speak the wisdom of gods
the creative poet is a solitary creature
touching another only momentarily
the creative are not of this world
our obsession lies in our prison
our breath our lifeblood ~ our words
our destiny to bleed the truth
solitude is the ash of creativity

Invisible fingers holding down
wet sensation losing ground
is this a dream is this real
tangible intangible ethereal
sucking out vacuum deep
bleeding passion body weeps
fills the chamber expanding wide
exciting flesh deep inside
explosive eruption heaven and earth
perfected pleasure a demon’s mirth

Night grips as the self-appointed victor
strikes with unwelcome masculine force

Wielding brawn ~ inflicting torture
to subjugated silken flesh

Dominating the woman’s body
to asphyxiate her feminine spirit

The voice of an angel
from the heavens above

a promise from the gods
sending someone to love

fear not time is nearby
the voice of an angel

carried on the wings
of a candescent butterfly

Majestic lion King of the Jungle
efficacious ~ instilling deference
in the hearts of man and beast
confident ~ walks with courage
formidable prowess ~ mighty hunter
a fighter with an untiring spirit
powerful~ prepared to accept challenge

With similar bravado I face life
stouthearted ~ courage in my loins
conquering my fears ~ confident
undaunted I go forth ~ I accomplish
knocked down I arise to start again
with wings unclipped  I soar upward
forging my way with panache
living boldly with freedom in my spirit

 
In the autumn mist an orphic nymph
dancing with butterflies
in the enchanted woodlands
mesmerized a nomadic scribe
seeking inspiration in the forest

her ethereal beauty ~ alluring
her sensual mystique ~ seductive
her fragile demeanor ~ endearing

within her spirit held the charm
the scribe became entranced
sprightly nymph placed her melody
in the poet’s dispirited heart
thus joined two loving souls as one

Remember when we would walk
and sit by the edge of the brook
listening to it babble our love song
musky smell of moss covered rocks
arousing our senses with desire

afternoon breeze caressing our skin
your moistened kiss shaping my lips
immersed in the discovery of new love
lets take a walk by the brook today
and remember when we first fell in love

A deepening love page after page

each scene an exciting new discovery

every chapter an unveiling soul to soul

the writing of our true love story

She sneaks into my hearth
to rob the drippings of my brush
animated images ~ my life and loves
stalks my inner sanctuary
seeking glory for herself

She must have no conscience
hollow with no heart or soul
nothing to draw up ~ bloodless veins
she drinks instead from mine
as a trespasser of the dark

Her deception is transparent
thief of my sensual syllables
she can only buy the superficial
the images I paint with words
will never lend her my soul

Trespasser of the darkness
behold the plight of the deceiver
man’s glory is only a facade
illusional accolades ~ momentary
prevarication is always unveiled
the reaper will collect his toll

The strange twisted paths of life
delusive smooth riding blacktop;
free-falling ride of dreams unfolding
winding parkways of beauteous landscapes
avenues of pleasant expectations
alleys of promise for the sojourner

Awaken foolish ambler; reality strikes
out of control into the misfortune
traffic accidents on the circle of life
Struck down into abysmal gutters
seeming failure, soul cries out despair
cobbled outgrowths thwarting your ambition

Fear not, the path is only obscured
each rutted road is a lesson journeyed
gnarled struggles moving you forward
twisted alleys forcing concentrated effort

Failure is illusion, a pause ~ an amber light
take the green light of fulfillment ~ venture
courageously the lurking unknown paths
the journey is perfected if you do not tire out