My Foolish Ovation

What is the difference
Between Love and lust
When does it stop being lust
And become love
When it starts to hurt ?
Or is it before
When desire is at its peak
And yearning
Takes over
Your feelings
When your minutes are filled
And your thoughts aspire
To the company you miss
To the willing Arms
And willing thighs
And soft lips
That press against
Your blind eyes
And the quiet whispers
Amidst the turmoil
And the pain
When it starts
To rain
And the stormy breeze
Blows the drops
against your
Glassy pane
Beating in tune
With your palpitating heart
Or is it when you hurt
The one you love
and feel
So sad
Without meaning to do it
And you feel the pain
That was meant for her
And you regret it
But promise
You will
never do the same
Again.
Is that when its love ?
Is it when you
Lose it
And it seems to have
Disappeared
And hope is in your heart
Is that when
You realise
The difference ?
Clouds are sweeping by
darkness turns to light
And darkness returns
Again
Rain clouds my judgement
Confusion sets in
I need
Enlightenment
Is it lust
When I need her arms
her kiss
Or dare I say it
her love ?
Whats the difference ?

Life is not
A midsummers nights dream
Nor is it a
Tempest
But is is
A comedy of errors
To spend
As you like it

Death seems so sweet
When your heavy and down
When the world has turned full circle
And your life is just a frown,
When pressures are strong
And the will is weak
And the breath of life
has lost its voice to speak.

The moribund mortician
Entered within his log
The journey that he would make
While passing through the morgue
The last rites been performed
A wash and brush up
Ready for his embalmment
A sickeningly sweet smell
To cover his inhumation
A choice of burial or
Incineration
Within a wooden casket
cerements complete
The nails are hammered down
From head down to his feet
A heavy thud upon the catafalque
Off to Gods little acre
Within the sepulchral sheet
A muffled drum
A cortège
A solemn little dirge
A tear upon the asphalt
Emotion on the verge
A gain to the heavenly world.

The priest upon the pedestal
Director of the soul
To provide spiritual sustenance
Incarnate control
The fire burns so brightly
Goodbye!
Cruel World!

copyright RAW 2005

Patience is a virtue
So they say
But it doesnt help
When your waiting
For a moment in time
That has not arrived
yet
Intrepidation
Pumping heart
Turmoil
Breathless
Wondering if
She will come
harsh words spoken
On either side
With painful regrets
Trivialities
Assumed
Without a foundation
And taken as the truth
Without a shred
Of
Evidence
How fickle we are
When we love
Letting jealousy
Take control
And destroy
Wreck and wrench
And devour
With
believed illusions
I wait
With trembling fear
For the arrival
Of Love
I may have lost
My heart pounding
I didnt want it this way
And neither did she
My confidence is low
She will not come
But I hope
She does
To renew the love
We have lost
With just one kiss
Thats all that it needs
To soothe my
Breaking heart
Yearn for the comfort
Of willing arms
To destroy
This desolation
Of loneliness
And
Isolation
To once more
Taste her lips on mine
Oh what sadness
Between us
when
Caught in the parallels of time

copyright RAW 2007

When the twilight has gone
And the birds start to sing
When the clouds darken
And the trees begin to swing
From a light evening breeze
And a last glimpse of the sun
On the horizon ,On the wing
Thoughts turn to Love
And the need to sustain
The tender loving care
From the pressures of the day

When the foxes start to roam
The urban streets of shame
When the owls fly out
And the mice hide in the drain
The mistress of surprise
comes to you again
She sits within her car
And says its bloody cold
Will you come to the door
And let her in.
This cant be true
shes not really there
But you go to the door
Her car is there
And she is within
I cannot stay
she says to me
A tease in her eyes
I just came to say
Hello and goodbye
And then I'm on my way
I look at her with wonder
Wary of her words
I want her to stay
But I dare not
Utter
A single sound
My hearts abound
With excitement
I silently shiver
Surely she jests
She cannot be so cruel
to make me look a fool
and then she exits her car
and kisses me with a passion
and I cover her with my arms
With joy and
Tenderness
My love has come
Without me knowing
And I silently sigh
and look into her eyes
I see her love
And I feel wanted
We clasp each other
And melt into one
We love through the evening
With vigour and energy
until she has to go
But we love each other
More than we did before
And she is reluctant to leave
Her heart upon her sleeve
And I love
The pleasure she has brought
The Owl hoots and calls
When Darkness falls

Copyright RAW 2007
My favourite Poem !

Restless sleep
Twisting and turning
Cant sleep
Upset by emotion
Volatile texts
Upsetting the balance
Sincerity gone wild
With bewilderment
Behaving like a child
Juvenile affliction
And then
A phone call
She is outside!
She will not come in
to the invitation
Seeks just to see
The broken puzzle
That is me
We sit and talk
And Kiss and cuddle
And renewing the flame
From extinction
Renewing the passion
Of wanton love
forgetting the vengeance
of violation
of senses beyond comprehension
Our tongues entwine
Exchanging
Sweet tasting saliva
She comes in to my humble abode
and we love
With shameless abandon
tearing our hearts
With unbridled affection
Whispering
Loving
Clasping
Holding
We are as one
With fantastic feeling
My head and heart
Are reeling
Shouting and screaming
Until she explodes in utmost elation
With the ultimate Pleasure
Not just fornication
I am happy
She is with me
And not another
I have sated my lust and wanting
But she leaves
With a Kiss
And sorrow returns
But with a sweet feeling
The emptiness returns
And off she goes
Out goes my light
Au Revoir my love
My Afternoon delight.

Copyright RAW 2007

Upon the horizon of perfect love
What you say and what you mean
Are words
Lost in a dream
For fear
Of being turned away
And losing
Something that might have been.
Silent meanings
need
understanding.
You dont have to say
I love you
To show affection,
As you ride the waves of thundering silence.
Deafening echoes
Of heartfelt pleas'
Reaching out
With hope and yearning
To satisfy your desire
For lust and pleasure
Confused
With your heart on fire
You swing from one to another
Love and lust
And yet another
You hide your truth
Even further
Rejection is the fear
The enemy of honesty
You want to say it
How much you love and need her
But you cant
And the thundering silence takes over.

copyright RAW. January 2007

Its time to climb mountains
And rebuild forgotten bridges,
Forget Innuendos and vitriolic outbursts.
Dont let a close friendship become tinged
By subtle and veiled contempt
Lets strengthen Bonds
And carry the weight
Of
Good intentions.
Open up the Ivory Temple
With longing and redemption.
Today is the tomorrow
You worried about yesterday.
Have no fears
I will still be here tomorrow.
Will you ?
I long to hold you in my arms
To kiss you gently
Caress you with deep emotion
And make you feel loved
For today
It was a gift
thats why it is called the PRESENT.

copyright2007 RAW

A copper coloured mass of hair
Blonde
And tangled in the wind.
Gentle curls that sparkle
Like the fire that comes from flint.
Her thoughts ever changing
And her outlook so sublime
She betrays her outward beauty
And cares not for her crime
In craving for the unknown
An age of future time.

In restlessness she wanders,
Intermittent in her choice,
Like an everchanging shell
Of many colours,
Like a glass of Niersteiner wine,
Her sweetness abounds
And
I wish that she was mine.

But her castle has a high wall
With broken glass on top
And even if I cut myself
Could I bear the drop ?
Would I fall in the right place,
And would she buffet my fall,
Or would she turn away her pretty face
And
Not care at all ?

Youth is so misleading,
And honesty changes shells,
Maturity is so frightening,
And experience is hell.
But its locked within your mind,
Deep within a cell
And you cannot ignore it
But you want to
Just as well,
Through all caution to the wind
And think of Her

Copyright RAW 1977