ENCHANTING COMMUNION

“You make me feel amazing”
Her dancing eyes
Tightly shut
Yet hoping for a glimpse
Of loves blinding ray
Despite circumstance
Against crushing odds
Daydreams frolic
Knocking patiently
Etiquette answers
Melancholy’s home
She speaks of Wordsworth
Digs The Cure
Tenderness
Soft summer rain
Her gentle ways
So sensitive
Genuine
Graceful
Rhythm pounding
Inside his fragile mind
Sheer passion
Coursing
Sacred blood
Shared so long ago
Needing her
Silently
He bleeds
She dwells front and center
His heart
An open book
To climb inside awhile
Their magical place
Enchanting communion
Sadness
Dark things flee
Acceptance arrives
Hope
Remains indwelled
Natural
So good
Sleepless nights invade
Intuition territory
Soon flowing words
Soothe their restless souls
Such logic
Never mind
Forever unexplained
And never meant to be



© Bill Grimes Jr. 2008

AS IF WE WERE ROBOTIC

Reflections of a time
Not so long ago
Love meant forever
Not in monthly installments
Romance
Danced across our senses
Tingling
Soft
Mesmerizing
So much deeper than the hunt
Instinctual conquest
Eyes
Filled with passion
Hearts
Pumped in sacred rhythm
Sense of touch
Electric
Sufficient stimulation
We shuffle through existence
Never pausing
Somehow blinded by self absorption
We’ve forgotten how to feel
As if we were robotic


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2008

MADMEN

Madmen poised as saviors
Perched atop
Atomic obelisks
They pander what we crave
Bewildered
As we bleed
Bombs designed to vanquish
Mass obliteration
Crushing all resistance
Objection
To their sleight of hand
Kill the witness
Bulldoze all intelligence
No mystery here
Simply propaganda
Cocoon comfort
False security
Haunting visions
Flying by
Apathetic deeds
Welcome to the New World Order


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2008