See You Dancing
RCW

I close my eyes and I can see you dancing…

The music pulsating, penetrating,
Merely background to the symphony
Of your body.
Eyes closed in concentration,
Lashes long,
Highlighted by the intermittent lights.

Your lips, fiery red, pursed
Match your shirt,
Which, clinging to you,
Emphasizes the curve of your breasts,
The curve of your hips in movement.

Waves of glorious hair cascade down
Haloing perfection.
The golden strands fragrantly poignant.

Your hips move to the beat,
Your hands,
(One -resting on your stomach-
The second -flowing through your hair-)
Compose music of their own accord.

Fluidity.
A pure, unadulterated fringe of sky.
Your magnificence ensnares me,
Pulls at me from across the room.
The beckoning call, the alluring light that is
You.

Living art; a post-modern classic
Ornately simple, gorgeous in every respect
Radiating tranquility, solidity, serenity.

Holistic You. Perfect You. Awesome You.




Awe-filled me.

Finger Prints
RCW

Where have these hands been?
What have they touched?
Have they run through silky hair?
Or been burned by fire to the touch?

Have the sewed a child’s bonnet
Or tied a loose shoe lace?
Have they sat, entwined with
Lover’s, warm in sweet embrace?

Do they cook fragrant dinners
Or grace guitar chords?
Do they write long love letters
Or fold in prayer to the lord?

Have these fingers molded yellow clay?
Have they reached for the broad moonlight?
Have they brushed away a tear
Or held strong with all their might?

These fingers, on a journey
A flight from here to there
Of imaginations wonder,
Adventures new and rare

Perception
RCW

A cacophony of color
Spectrum of contrast,
Unlimited, boundless…

Swirled Van Gogh sky
Radiating out

The evolving gyre emotes

Prejudice; hate; judgment; naiveté; damnation;

All ill used

Infinite and ever present
Perpetual
Nameless, yet known to all…

And without…




Nothing.



No light.

No dark.




No nothing.


Conscience and lack thereof
A constant state of entropy

Morality, Normality, Formality.

…Thus Defined…

Phoenix
RCW

A phoenix in the dust
Rising up again
Its perpetual rebirth
Wearing itself thin

It’s life a continuous process
Of lying and cheating friends
Upon each existence
It does it, again and again

The bastard of the Father,
The Son and the Holy Ghost.
Beaten, bruised and left alone
By those who should love most

Led astray by the truth
To lead those about it the same
Using emotions, love and hate
To play its own sick game.

This lying, this forgiveness;
Eternal love based in fear
Beginning every morning
Ending each night in tears

Waking to shake the ashes off
To ignore the voice within
Rising with no lesson learned
To begin, again, in sin.

Sinfetti
RCW

Sinfetti
Lots of fun
Sinfetti
Morality on the run

Little pieces of paper
Covered in words of sin
Torn, return and sprinkled about
The litter from within

Sinfetti
Lots of fun
Sinfetti
Morality on the run

Rough and dirty, hard and fast
Lick her up, take her in
Ink and sweat, the dye is cast
Come on, take her for a spin

Sinfetti
Lots of fun
Sinfetti
Morality on the run

Watch them come,
They sprinkle down
All the wrong
The world’s cruel crown

Sinfetti
Lots of fun
Sinfetti
Morality on the run

Short shirts
Shorter skirts
Big flirts
Lots of dirt

Sinfetti
Lots of fun
Sinfetti
Morality on the run

Rag dolls, tossed around
Pulled apart, torn to shreds
Fuck them all, all they are
Sin, sin, sin again

Sinfetti
Lots of fun
Sinfetti
Morality on the run

Swinging parties
Swinging fun
Singing feet
The hanging done

Sinfetti
Lots of fun
Sinfetti
Morality on the run…

Overwhelmed
RCW

Voices in letters, violence in print
Ink of accusation, digitally spent
Lack of support, confusion in love
No guidance, no, none from above

Purpose created, intentions lost
Ego demanding, all at a cost
Questions arising, no answer here
Clarity absent, no, nothing is clear

Where do we go, what do we do?
Leave it alone or follow through?
Give it a chance or let it die?
Hello again or simply goodbye?

Resolution is needed, demanded by some
Depending on all, depending on one
Imbalance apparent, no scales to be found
Decided for yourself, bound or unbound

Limit your moments, shorten your days
Go through the motions, live through your plays
Intentions lost, all digitally spent
The time has come, gone and went

Where do we go, what do we do?
Leave it alone or follow through?
Give it a chance or let it die?
Hello again or simply goodbye?

Hello again or simply goodbye?