Face of the Phantom Lady

Face . . .
Her face, barely visible, will appear so near to him
To again begin the chase in which case he will lose
But she calls to him with her eyes that spy his soul
And bids him leave this world
Into which he has been hurled
So he tries to reach her lovely, numinous presence
With the very essence of what he is in this half-life
Even knowing he cannot quite reach her
As she is showing him a different world
And he cries each time it does come to say goodbye
But with heavy sigh he knows when to stop chasing
And start facing reality again … but he does wonder
If this mysterious lady is more real than his reality
And that he actually lives in one stream of dreams
While his dear lady comes out of the booth of truth
Barely showing her . . .
Face

Restoration of Life

More than some strange change of mind to bind me to you;
No, you claimed the whole range of my very body and soul
And at will filled the hole there that no one else could fill. . .
And the thrill of this caused me to fall thankfully at your feet
To the quickening beat of my heart in each and every part
Because your very love was an undeniable transformation
In restoration of life itself, so this was more than just feeling
As I was reeling away from persistence in mere existence
Into an alive life with you, in you and you in me . . . forever;
Ah! This was more than thought brought by playful nymphs
In creation of some recreational fairytale that fades in time;
This was and is undeniable reality in inseparability with you!
. . .
More than some strange change of mind to bind me to you;
No, you claimed the whole range of my very body and soul
And at will filled the hole there that no one else could fill. . .
In restoration of life itself; yes, in restoration of life itself. . .

Castle Within My Heart

You created something new for me to view:
A castle in my heart where I am your vassal
And lovingly so as you flow in and out of me
Like serene streams of mesmerizing dreams
That capture me within wonder cut asunder
From the world around as I am bound to you
Forevermore as you have the key to the door
Of my soul where you fill up the whole of me
To be more than I could see without you . . .

You created something new for me to view:
A castle in my heart where I am your vassal

Do You Still Dream of Me?

Ah! Do you still dream of me as your companion to be?
Do you still picture me as a fixture in your pretty life?
Oh, but don’t you know I have nothing more to show?
But you still persist in insisting that I am a better man
Than ever I have allowed myself to believe
And you will relieve me of all my burdens
And receive me as I am because you see more than me!
Are you certain or should we just bring the curtain down
On this stage play right here, right now, this very day?
But you say, ‘No, this is no mere show but real truth!’
You say, ‘You are much more than some boar in life!’
You say, ‘I can see who you are and all that you can be;
So trust me to be who and what I am in your life, too!’
And yet I have nothing to give for even myself to live,
So what can I give unto you . . . except myself so true?
Ah! Do you still dream of me as your companion to be?

Oh Sister! Needless Complexity in Life

Profusion of confusion
Complexity of perplexity
Exclusion of conclusion

And you feel wired and tired at the same time
And you feel cheery and weary at the same time

Ignoring the real-time life crisis
Trying psychological zymolysis
Result is your psychic cytolysis

And you are in a turmoil
Your brain about to boil
From the truth you recoil

But . . . this is your life, so rife with pain, no gain,
And this is your choice to ignore your inner voice,
So what am I to say? This is certainly not my way!
I truly do love you and wish you all the best
And eventually, one day, peace and rest . . .
One day, some way
Someday, I do pray

Dream Reality of the Dreamer

Not an effervescent dream
When pulled along in the slipstream
You have to wake up
Take what comes along
And belong to the truth
Leave the blight of numinous night behind
Rush into the light so bright
Recover your sight
See the trees in the forest of life
And the honey bees of daily details
For this cream is richer than any dream
Or so it seems to those of us just waking up
So sup with us at the table of reality
Stranger than fiction with its own diction
And depiction bizarre enough
To cure your addiction to elusive fantasy
It has its own history of mystery
And more to spare to repair your mind
As you unbind yourself from mere shadows
And embrace the one dream of the Dreamer
That became what we now call reality

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Caught in Tangled Webs

And the Innocent Weep

Oh, indeed, the tangled webs people weave
To only end in grieving so many innocents!

Married man is attracted to woman with boyfriend,
And he sends her many messages of romantic love,
Which she happily receives like an harmless dove,
Never dissuading him, though not quite persuading

Married man calls her and this does not appall her;
No, she talks to him and never balks at his advances;
She calls him ‘sweetie’, never blackballing this man,
She even lunches with him, adding to a lustful hunch

Married man is excited and delighted in his progress
While she vindicates herself as being ‘only a friend,’
But indicates she would certainly like to go out again,
And the man begins to imagine his romantic chances

Ah! but he is caught and so is she … now what will be?
Now the woman turns as a viper ‘n burns against him;
She shouts harassment from the basement of her soul
And pretends that she only intended to help this man

She even has the audacity to claim her mate knew it,
Yes, knew all about it, telling her lies, selling her soul;
But her bowl of bold statements is filled with holes,
And the man’s wife knows as reality grows upon her

Oh, indeed, the tangled webs people weave
To only end in grieving so many innocents!

Intricate, intimate ligaments that bind and destroy
Leaving victims broken with only sham tokens of . . .
Forgotten love??? Yes, forgotten and forsaken, too;
Both were wrong; will they end where they belong?

Oh, indeed, the tangled webs people weave
To only end in grieving so many innocents!

Demands of Reality

Is it wrong to dream, to ever sail the clouds of fantasy?
To escape your agony in some kind of numinous alchemy?
Ah! But to grant mindless amnesty to your known enemy!
To twist reality into absentee truth in a sea of abuse???
Dreams are often heavenly cream to the tarnished soul,
But fantasia can be as dangerous as the jungles of Asia!
So why are you sipping tea amid the debris of your home?
Why are you dancing with the devil again
When you know he will ultimately win???
Why are you taking the bait and waiting for genuine love?
You already know the grand show ‘n how it always goes!
You take your cue from voices inside your head
And then gladly give the devil his due . . . foolish!
When the hell are you going to take a stand and demand
What is right, before night comes when there is no light?
You live in frightful contradiction, giving in to addiction
Of fantastical scenes that never were nor ever will be!
Oh my dear one! You bit the Disney chip long, long ago
And decided to forgo living real life in the real world . . .
No, it is not wrong to dream,
But very dangerous to give in
To the schemes of false voices, making such sick choices!
Dammit! Drive the devil from your home
And let him write his own tome alone!
Step out of Wonderland, take the band of Truth in hand,
And walk and talk in brutal honesty . . .
Sometimes reality makes this demand!