Tacoma, Arizona

a villanelle, in which the rhyme scheme is ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA

The desert was like the dead.

Scorching hot in the fiery sunshine.

You were like a river that flowed through the underground and it was softer beneath the bottom unlike an ocean bed.

Out of all the things I could have said,

You could have been mine.

The only thing that was alive; the only thing that was not dead.

You re my desert flower where the water had led.

As I swam through the waters looking for the perfect rose, the desert flower was a sign.

A sign that to be alone was to live a tragic life and tread where no other had ever tread.

I’ve looked throughout the flower bed.

I took the narrow path down the thin line.

And I’ve laid many a soul down to rest instead.

I have finally realized that souls of many had bled.

Underneath the gunfire where souls could never have the contract unbind for the fiery sword of justice to forever dine.

Everything lay still and beauty had lay in the dead.

Everything was finely turned into the deserted river’s bed.

Where the road lay was the river’s line.

And that was all that was left forevermore unsaid.

And that was where the river had led.

The River

a villanelle, in which the rhyme scheme is ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA

There was a river where a desert had been

and the river had once flowed with life.

It showed that it once was a place of sin.

The river and he road that stretched along it was together parallel or akin.

The waters pure and blue yet quicksand lurked beneath the waters and the valley beyond that were interlocking like a husband and a wife.

No doubt where the river flowed and flowers bloomed where it had been.

When you looked at me as I told you that you just had to grin.

I had a dream that you had told me all the adventures of your life.

About your travels through myth and legends and how I was soon to have your kin.

I don’t know how or where you had been;

But I love everything about you and I will continue to love you like I was your wife through your pillages and your strife.

Please say you’ll love me for a man who listens to the wind and soul and of your haunted heart full of djinn.

I loved you by the river that once flowed through the desert where you’ve been.

The deserts full of sand were full of animals and lush, green wildlife.

Waiting to wake again before the sun came and had brung wind, sand, dust and time in.

The souls of the many people who lived in the desert where life and the river had once been could not compare to the land where they’ve once had been said to fill the land with hatred and sin.

The heat was hot, the ground dry with no signs of life.

The desert waiting to be awakened again in the land of sin.

Looking for purity; looking within.

The Craving

a villanelle, in which the rhyme scheme is ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA

I want to be near you.

Like a fire that is yearning for water;

I want you to know my heart craves you

The yearning as a peach ripens,

And I have never been so sure.

I want to be near you.

As the walls to my garden opens,

Your keys to my heart brings me nearer.

I want you to know my heart craves for you.

I want an eternal love for you that never ends.

I want you with me forever.

I want to be near you.

My love for you is how you make me after a holy cleanse.

I want you to know you make me feel beautiful, and that if you were my lover,

I want you to know my heart craves for you.

You do not have to look at me through a rose-colored lens.

I want to be near you.

I want you to know my heart craves for you.

And if I were to let go it would be never.

The Maze

a villanelle, in which the rhyme scheme is ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA. This is my first ever working villanelle because for the first time, it is the correct way to write one.

He is the never ending maze I want to love endlessly.

He is the book I want to read.

The love I’ve searched for secretly.

I watch him breathlessly.

Thinking how the dancing ends without heed.

The road I want to pursue oh so painfully.

I go on about my days uselessly.

But there is a book I wanna read.

I think of you and pick up your maze of a book and die in it delightfully.

I love you madly.

When we meet I shall plant you my seed like many other women before me so take heed.

I love you truly.

I breathe your scent heavily.

Your lips are like the purest mead.

I shall never treat you cruelly.

As I waltz into your maze silently

As I plant the maze of my seed

With my love I shall leave you easily.

And I shall love you steadfastly.

The Mask

a villanelle, in which the rhyme scheme is ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA

Behind every mask lies a secret,

Behind every secret lies a mask.

My life; a meaningless play from the sort; from the start and it was a play I could not escape from my secrets placed on tarot decks on bet

My past and its inequities and only to include love’s labors had emptied me only to require my escape of past regret

And although I could never cease to exist, In my mind I was a time changer; a liar of sorts if anyone you should ever ask.

So I put on my mask as if for a play and struck every demonic increase of my past that came to me; sexualizing me in human form. If it were you I would definitely let.

I miss you and I love you behind my mask and on this you can bet

I do my daily plays out of task.

And I try to fit you in my play every chance that I can get.

And surprise, you are there on set.

Behind the scenes I wear my mask

And everyday the play is where it’s you I get.

Until I am a ghost to you the closer it seems I get

but if you want me just ask

and it will be me forever that you will not regret.

I could not take off my mask and I hid it with pride hoping my love; that you would heal me; I; a madman alone could be obsessed with the thought that love would save me; feel me; introduce me; come to me….. Back tome and my circus of dialect

Behind every secret lies a mask.

In this play of life my deepest secrets are hidden inside of you and that is all of me you get.

Behind every mask lies a secret.

The Child In The Woods

a villanelle, in which the rhyme scheme is ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA

I have loved and I have lost

….and now all is gone.

And as memories resurface, a sea of nothingness rolling by is a shattered dream.

You were never mine and I felt crossed

As I was never yours. I was alone with my thoughts; insanity in the darkness but with sanity at dawn.

And nothing is greater than your first; left like a child in the woods it would seem.

I love you and now I pay the cost

I feel you are a loving con

but it’s you I want forever, it may seem

I have loved and I have lost

it seems yor love was off then on

but only women can dream hoping on your love like a moonbeam.

I have loved and I have lost.

…..and now all is gone.

Nothing but a scattered fragment of some lonely dream.

In my bed I’ve turned and tossed and dreamed of your face as the moon shone with a gleam.

And my heart is seemed had turned to frost

I wait for daylight in your loving sun rayed beam

You’re something I would always get mad at; something I’d never forgive but yet redeem.

Once

a villanelle, in which the rhyme scheme is ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA

We were once Gods, you and I.

Reincarnated by fallen angels that bled and plunged into our intoxicated deaths into the seas of darkness.

Our plights were unspoken of as we danced into the realms of the deep dark sea where we found our souls into our little Atlantis.

We lived once amongst land, sea and stars and when we were star-crossed we although to eachother at most times were never shy.

I could love you forever and more but never less.

And by the drink of wine, I hungered long before for your kiss.

I sleep now where you lie.

Taken by your love and the warmth of my heart glows from the deepest and darkest depths of the seas as the seasons change come daylight to the dark of the Loch Ness .

To the depths of the trench we go to for its own light cannot shine so to death keep us apart to never in this.

We were immortal instruments that could not die.

You were in a black leather jacket with a white shirt, boots and jeans and I in white high heels with my hair up in a lacy dress.

To die in your rebel arms and free heart I wish to dive into and die in bliss.

Your songs with your voice makes me fly.

I want your body close to mine and I need to have your stroking caress.

You are the kind of God I worship; there’s nothing that could keep me from this.

We were once Gods you and I.

Reincarnated by fallen angels that bled and plunged into our intoxicated deaths into the seas of darkness

Now make love in such good, sweet bliss. Within every sigh and tender kiss as they soar and fly

As stars fall out into stardust to die into our sacred bliss to die.

The Study of Flowers

a villanelle, in which the rhyme scheme is ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA

I am your most delicate flower;

And you; you are like my sun,

You breathe life that ever flows throughout my body with one gentle kiss.

You give life to me as a rain shower;

and hide me from the sky as it is cloudy, and as the water falls; it hides you; my sun.

Being with you shining down with your sapphire clear eyes is like falling into a peaceful abyss.

Your love like violent heatwaves makes me cower;

cowering into a small girl who rambles for fun.

I love you and it is this;

I am your most delicate flower;

And you; you are like my sun,

And you make me feel empowered and unenveloped and that is bliss.

You give me life thrugh all your rain showers

and spread warmth on me when the rain is done

and I can’t seem to find anyone else who will love me like this.

But as I bloom; over me you cower

And you love me like the sun.

And at night it is you that I continually begin to miss.

Because I love your sun as the flowers and I, the weeds of daisies that you long to kiss.

Unheard

a villanelle, in which the rhyme scheme is ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA

This is a message to all my women out there who are unheard,

This is for all my girls who think they can’t amount to anything under any circumstance.

Be yourself and never look back on your mistakes although they had made you.

This is to all the women who went through rape andand had it become endured.

This is for all the women who suffered from rape, violence, domestic violence and incest becaus ethey couldnot afford or even get an abortion because they couldn’t get a chance.

This is for all the women who felt incompetent because their voices couldn’t be heard or because of the kind of jobs they earned to make do.

To all the women who get cat-called which may be absurd.

To all the girls who always stood with their backs on the wall never understanding life and how to dance.

Now is the time to stand up and write and speak about you even though the lies have spread and aren’t true.

To all the young women who are in unstable relationships and who are beaten for trying to be someone; rest assured.

To all the women who were afraid to take that chance

You have to stand up and be you.

This is a message to all my women out there who are unheard,

This is for all my girls who think they can’t amount to anything under any circumstance.

Be yourself because no one can amount to what you are and what you’re about to pursue.

You are still a gorgeous person, not just some bird

If anyone should discriminate you by chance

Know that they do not deserve you

for what you can and cannot do.

By Starlight

a villanelle, in which the rhyme scheme is ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA

By starlight I’ll kiss you.

And promise to be your one and only….

To love you forever.

 

And if this is not true,

I will do anything for you to be near me.

Please say it’s just you and me; together….

 

I promise I will take care of you

as long as there is a you and me

I will love you for the worse or for the better.

 

Constellations surround you

By starlight I’ll kiss you, you see….

And promise to be your one and only forever…..

 

I am telling you that I do.

Please trust me.

For our bond is like a cord that cannot sever.

I will always miss you.

And if you never had that clue

I love the thought of you and me

And together we will live happily.

The Moon Dream

a villanelle, in which the rhyme scheme is ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA

She was like the moon,

Part of her was always hidden.

I dreamt of her one night on a sandy dune

With raven hair and soft red lips and skin as white as snow the kind of woman that will make you croon.

So carefully I tread where I thought no man could tread with other men

So willingly I was to break hearts to sink ships and to sing to her my little tune.

So willful to try to break her heart only to find it was a stone in thee icy rune

And as I lunged to dream again; I felt my heart throbbing distilled from my consciousness then,

If I could bare the mere memory of her scent I wouldn’t think to ever have gotten over it or ever had it ridden to soon

I think of my darling raven haired girl from time to time with lips of red and skin soft as snow as I do sometimes lie in the fine sandy dune.

I’ve longed to tell her exactly how I feel but the dream was gone too soon again

But now I cast my fish to fortune let alone a rune.

I saw her one Summer on a somewhat golden afternoon.

She had somewhat changed and her smile and laughter was golden.

I knew somewhere that it was hidden beneath the voice of her seductive croon.

She was like the moon.

Part of her was always hidden.

And the air I played a tune

So that I would see her again someday soon.

A Villanelle For A Broken Heart....

a villanelle, in which the rhyme scheme is ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA

My heart was broken before I met you.

I had no hope.

I thought you could come and save me from my wall; and you broke right through it. Just like you left me. In two.

It is so hard now to get over you.

But your love kept pulling me to be better like a rope.

But it was all I could do to heal to get over you too.

I hope that someday you’ll get to see me again soon but now; it is not a good thing to do.

I wish sometimes you would’ve been more understanding when it came to a broken mirror of past memories so I can cope.

My heart was broken before I met you.

Now I don’t understand how everything was happening all at once but never really began to me or to you

I will never be somewhere in your memory, but when I’m gone, you will somewhere be in mine, but it’ll be too late down the slippery slope

When you told me you didn’t want me; I couldn’t choke back tears because I couldn’t cope by wondering if you had felt the same way too.

I will never make the mistake of trying to fix you, but you sure know how to tell me to leave. And that’ll fix you.

I will wait for you forever. Because in truth; I’ve waited long for love in hope

My heart was broken before I met you.

I had no hope for me or for you

So down I went through the slippery slope

For you to find me was my only hope

The only way that I would cope.