Daughter of Spring

Rising up from frozen winter ash

Dancing leap upon soft green grass

She shakes off the cold winters of yesteryear

Sweet dear

So kind of you to visit

Please stay awhile

Play among rainbow butterflies

In the cool deep green forest shrubs

Surround Her

Sweet Clara

Dear sweet daughter of spring

Golden hair wildly waving in wind

Dancing and singing ringing in Spring

A new season begins

This day, hear her joy & warmth

Wrap your arms & love this day

Warm light filters through new leaves overhead

Smiling brightly in new spring sun

Rays of light wash her face

Spring has begun!

Once, Fluttering clumsy jump starts and stops

Now graceful rhythm to her dance

Sunshine smiles on her face

her freckled nose from sun’s sweet kisses

Nobody misses old man winter

Lay him down to dance on his grave

Sweet Princess

We love you dearly

Please, Oh Sweet stay awhile

Have a cup o' tea

Let us drink in this new spring together,


Daughter of Spring

The Imperial Dream Machine (No Dream Escape)

Royal Blue; A royal blue dream of you
Featuring: The Imperial Dream Machine
Providing more wishes and dreams then you ever did see
White plastic noise, broken toys
The choking sounds of time & rust
The changing tune of disease Mistrust
Imperial Dream Machine
Royal blue, these dreams of you
The space between these empty sheets;
Grey bars & white waste
No Dream Escape
The Imperial Dream Machine
Imperial Chills
The Imperial Chill Inside
Why ask Why?
No dream escape
Royal Pain
A blue, frozen, silent chase
Frozen steps, slow-motion-still
Leaves fall, faces turn
All roads lead to nowhere.
And Faces still.
No Dream Escape
It is an imperial dream quake
Dreams break
Golden seam rips apart
In the space between
A stillness newly awakens
A Forlorn Sorrow Cry
Why ask why?
Torture devices clamp in place

No Dream Escape
The Imperial Dream Machine
Provides more wishes and dreams
Then you ever did see.

No dreams escape.
© 2012-2015 Lesley Wood

Imperial Dream spoken w/Music

Heart Song

There was a song I had long forgotten

or not forgotten but locked away.

Your carelessly hummed tune
caused my heart to wake.

Your touch, your eyes, your knowing smile.

You always know the end of every game we play.

You won my heart with your gaze.

Your eyes are life

Of green growing things and faerie dreams

Your smile lifts my heart strings.

These days,

All I long for is to touch your face.

To bathe your tresses and

 run fingers through.

My desires lie above.

My desire is you.

Those days,

I only stayed above water.

Any deep depth chilled

& caused  bones to shake.

Those days,

I could not meet your eyes.

Those days in the past,

I told only lies;

Go away I don’t want you do not speak to me

These days, I fear

-but fear is nothing new to me

I will drown in fear if it will bring me closer to you, as

A day without you is what I have grown used to.

But nothing need remain the same.

Nothing gold or black can stay.

We can try to be close again.

Your song opens me through and through

I know you KNOW me

As I KNOW you.

We are foolish to deny it, to fight  or hide it.

Do you not understand yet?

This song between us, in our bones and souls

Is not one long forgotten or  denied.

We can ignore and hope it fades,

But life’s shores  bring us to each other’s doors.

The wind carries our songs to each other’s ears, and

The  bubbling rushing river carries our dreams and fears.

Our hearts  ache when the other’s in pain.  

 But black hearts will part.

Only love remains.

Image Source: 'Heart Song' by Dave Moilanen

My Heart's Delight

A bright sunflower blooms in the arctic night

Golden bloom haloed in its own light
with a sweet smile that melts the tundra snow

and causes my heart to warm and glow

My heart’s delight

Sings the song that soothes my soul

Has the heart I long to know

Has the body I long to hold

And the eyes that make me speak soft and low

A window that lets true beauty show;

The light that makes flowers grow. 

You are Sweet in Fantasy

You are only for my fantasies
Just for my dreams

There is no chance for us
in stark reality

Trust is the timid pet staying for breakfast
then running away

Desire-the sad, pale clouds of nostalgia

Love is the ghost moon
disappearing by noon.
No us exists by light of day.

We believe in nothing we say
My heart is heavy but doesn't ache
My heart is lonesome, but okay.

You are sweet in fantasy
By noon, I want you dead.

Image Source: Two Blue Fantasy Planets

Nostalgic Desire

Nostalgic Desire

My fantasies are dark, dirty
greasy bubbles breaking
over sewer water

Drifting flesh-colored clouds in mind
Pulsing, wet firm pelvic arm
Squirting frenzy and earthquake

Oh, King Volcano
Why do this to me again?

You step forward, then back
I turn the corner, and

Poof!

You are gone
Purple shadows stain the wall

You were there, now gone
You smiled, now frown
You looked into my eyes

Now turn your gaze away
And stay locked and looking
Miles from me

A day without you
Is what I have grown used to
Your hair, your skin,
A fading gray haze

Your thoughts, your words
No longer touching

Your hands have fallen off
Your limbs are tied
You are a sunken stone

Far deep down in
the black ocean
Like sunken treasure
Never to be found

Or like trash rusting
deep underground

I haven't decided
A lifetime is not worth it

Dredging you up from the deep
One second is not worth this thought
Or anything with you in between.

Image Source: Disturbet's Toxic Love

Ocean Wind

The wind is violent,
Knocking, flapping and rustling,
Slapping, tumultuous
Rolling like waves
I am swept
Savoring the mad sea-breeze
Savoring life
Rolling the sweetness on my tongue
Palm fronds slap delicious
A storm is brewing
Ocean spray spits smartly
Birds give way
Mother Nature is respected here
Nothing is contained
To the Queen we all bow and give way
Glance furtively under slit lids
Perhaps her wake, her eye will pass us by
With no more than a slap or tweaked cheek
Her notice, her scornful gaze
Can turn our hearts to waste
Our lives to dust
Our ocean mother laughs at the weak
Barricade of glass
Her tinkling laughter can shatter dreams
But oh, her majesty
What glorious banners she weaves
To trail her horizon is fool’s folly
Her train may wreck,
Her abuses bruise us
But to behold her wake, her glory
Her tresses, her face
Risking defeat and death is
A small price to pay
Surfing the wind, surfing the sun
After all nothing remains the same-
And my life is but a mere passing dust speck
In the mote of her eye
Keep me here fair queen
Bowed by your feet
Please don’t rub me out-just yet
All sadness departs when I hear your music
In the rustling flapping of leaves
The ocean roars and thunder booms
Your symphony oh sweet dear
Your symphony this day
So priceless to pay
Melon rolls sweetly on my tongue
Drops of honey linger-a tart tang
Like a mermaid lying beached upon the sand
Gathering in the ancient hush of the sea
These rumblings of the planet
Sea spray bathing my face
Foam like the spurts of cum
From a loved one
Lovers embrace
The rhyme and song is ancient
I feel a soft hush rumbling lullaby
Sea song siren cry
The rhythm and lull
The beat like sex
An orgasmic crescendo
Again and again-my heart beats in rhythm to hers
The goddess of the sea
Surfing the sun, surfing the wind
Rays like waves splash my face.

Love is Too Hard

Love is too hard for me

It panics me
I can not breathe

My heart races and leaps

from my chest

Run away!
Get away!

Never look back.

My heart pivots and fidgets
and waits...

wanting you

to beg me to stay

to hold me close
to whisper and warm

Never let go.

But love is too hard for me

I can not accept this

Novel Sensation

I am not sure it is real

or Illusion

Can I touch it?
See it?
Smell or taste it?

My heart is shut away

locked in a box

made of ice

I want your love to melt away.

img src= 'Ice Heart' by B. Niro

There is No Resurrection

There is no resurrection
I need to bury and walk away
In the aftermath of an electric storm
White, fuzzy, slow memory
Grey ash on tongue from
The burned words of a lost year
There is no resurrection
Only nostalgic desire
As faded memories caress
Like ghost butterflies
Turning turning to dust
A funeral and burial
Walking away feeling light on my face
Today is the truth,
Yesterday an empty memory
A fallen star, a forgotten dream
A passing friend passes
Barely there and now gone
There is no resurrection.

Purging

Fading faces of quiet moon and blazing sun
Drown and die beneath the ocean

A distraction
Of titillating scenes
Neon lights and quivering skin
A pink wet road of empty fantasy

Green fog blankets mind
Making the great booming dirge of the day
Easier to tolerate

Cold shadow walls surround
Alone, arms outstretched
Only silence is found

Everyone and everything is only
Fluff and pompery
All cease to matter
Falling off the edge of the cliff
To nowhere

Claws pluck like the strings of a harp
And rusted swords are pulled from pale heart.

Haunting Storm

Black clouds move swiftly
Swirling chaotic wind
Bright green flashes of light
As the storm comes in

Into my mind he dances
With pale moon face and black vapors
Hiding green flashes of lightning

A dry storm of hidden tears
A biting lip, a hug to self
All rain kept tightly in
This storm that haunts me

I hear his thunder roar
And shield my eyes from his flashing light
And hide my face from his rain; his pain

But black mists graze my cheek
And pushing wind makes me weak
I let his rhythm carry me deep
This storm that haunts me

I fear going blind meeting that green light
I fear falling from that ephemeral grasp
Losing my mind, self and reason
I can never be his, so

It’s a wet booming crash
That doesn’t last
And dry as bone
I hug myself home
Eyes wide open.

Siren of the Soul

There is fruit I have not tasted
Of Pink tawny thighs
And peach-fuzz firmness
Heavy, round quivering mound
The delicate petals of her flower

My deepest dark desires
Have laid buried deep asleep
Queer thoughts and fantasies
But a sweet discovery
In the uncovering of me

Inch by inch new jewels lay naked
Glistening gold and sparkling gems
An old crown long forgotten
A broken mirror to be pasted

Revealing my constant muse
Sweet siren of the soul
She sings from cold caverns deep
And wakens me from my sleep

Her hair is golden rain
With eyes of ocean pain
Her skin the smooth pale of shale
And lips like red wet satin bow

What is inside I wonder?
To untie to shivering delight
To delight in her wonder.

The Lonely Wind

Creeping Willow
Dancing tendrils
Dancing in the tender wind

Warm sighs grace the skin
To let him in or keep him out
Branches part, and links unlock

Scraping thorns
Cutting in the tender wind

Eyes redden
Blood flows
Drip drip dripping
In the cutting wind

Hollow wounds
Gaping mouths
Silent screams crying
In the freezing wind

The flame puffs out
Branches close
Links lock tightly
In the lonely wind.

Ophelia Dreams

Oh, fair Prince how your beauty lies
That the mere brush of a butterfly turns your head
The most fleeting of caresses turns your course,
And your constant weakness of will
Remains enforce.

Such thinking, thinking
Behind your fair brow
The flux of desire and illogic;
Setting aside your crown.
What sweet tortures you merit,
And stress upon my being
Misadventure and folly,
Deception unseemly.

But, I am beast in woman form
Not one to bow lightly
For in this tender heart resides a seed pearl
Of the rarest sort.
A gift, a treasure;
My priceless measure.

One can never guard oneself too carefully.
I will cleanse my sins in Diana’s pure water
I will be baptized in the blazing truth of the sun.
My heart and soul to guard,
My virtue to keep.
I dare’nt trust my heart and soul to thee.

Eternal Jewel

A sparkling diamond within my heart
A butterfly in chrysalis
A shining sun in a dark, damp cave
Gleaming sand in the desert waste

The diamond encased in coal,
And the pearl in oyster
Both made from pressure and pain
A pure birth after rain

Encased in clay, in waste
These years need to be sloughed off
Rock chipped away
Layer after layer
To find the eternal Me

A pristine sea
A jewel, a pearl
A soul’s flight back
Washing away the dirt, slime and evils
I’ve put upon myself

I sit in the Lotus
I am the jewel
Not covered in grime,
But an eternal jewel to shine.

Drowning

Yellow-white sun is shining
Morning birds are singing
I feel and hear none of it

I've stopped trying

My memories, my thoughts
Your blue eyes, your face
Etched in pain
My love and concern for you
Will never die

I've stopped trying

My only hope is for your health, your success
A life filled with happiness
For me,

I've stopped trying

My life is gray & silent,
An underwater nightmare
A fog that never lifts

I've stopped trying

I love you so much
A love that grows and swells,
But never reaches you
A love not felt

I've stopped trying

And I'm choking on my tears,

I am drowning.

The Shadow of You

Drifting among gazebos unreal
A spring, summer, fall of my own imagining
Winter frozen like my heart

I see you in my minds eye

I crumble

How to be strong, how to be fearless
When I wander in illusions and dreams

I never knew how to catch you

I never knew how to hold on

Like water through my fingers
You flow
So long

So many have slipped past my clutching grasp
I thought: Let go, let be
If love is true, you will come back to me

Like a star hidden behind clouds,
My love remains

A cold burning bright
Flickering, flickering
Out with the dawn

A brighter light can overcome this lingering pain
This lingering flame

I don’t know how to let go
Like a cold, broken heart
When I see you I crumble

I fear your face and voice

I crumble

To replace this sorrow and pain
With joy and love
Is not an easy task

But I am willing to try again

I am willing to believe and trust
In something new again
I am willing to let in a new beautiful dawn
To overcome these shadows

The shadow of you.

Numbers

I am 59 dear he said
How old is my soul I wonder?
30, 50, 100?
Do numbers..does age truly matter?
At a certain point..with the weight of life
And the certainty of death,
I think age and numbers fall away.

How old is my heart?

I feel newborn sometimes or unborn even..
A baby bird trying to hatch from its shell,
A metal shell
In hell

How hard can it be to love?

How hard should it be to open new wings
And fly again?
Is there any way to tell?

Numbers....

I want to laugh.

Numbers...

I cry instead.

How can it matter the weight of years
When inside....
One hasn't even been born?

How forlorn

And troubling this is
This emphasis on numbers
One, two I love you...
Does that even matter?
Three, four I could go on
and on and on with you...

But let us close the door on the matter.

Snow Drop

White paleness hangs her head so sadly

Weary from the passing year so badly

She sleeps in tears, the year searing

Into her soul

Can she ever let it go?

There is frost on her heart

There are questions of why

And lonely sighs

A stolen kiss goodbye

Her head hangs so sadly

Shaking in the winter wind,

A flower so delicate and gentle

Surviving harsh winter

Is a testament

To her inner strength and survival;

Her hidden fire within

To let go is the dream

To wave goodbye to cold winds

To be renewed in spring again.

To relish in the warmth again

To accept a touch and tender hug again.

Her inner fire can melt the frost

She must find her fire and warm her heart

She must learn to lift her head

And welcome the start

Of a newly born fresh new year,

Burgeoning with hope and exciting possibilities

The dream of the snowdrop is to love again.

Silent Weeping Stones

Sometimes desire is desperation,

And passion all a show.

Fears of being alone,

I am silent weeping stone.

A kiss may break me

Causing cracks in the armor.

You may find it warm and safe,

Or a cold, hard trap.

I am silent weeping stone,

And you are another.

We roll away from each other

And cast shadows on our love.

As stones we can not speak or be moved.

We barricade our world from pain, joy and hope.

We are left bitter and alone.

We are silent weeping stones.