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Three sides to a Coin

lori maynard — Sat, 22 Jan 2011 16:17:35 +0000

Where there is darkness,
there is also a light
shivering somewhere
alone in its fright.

Where there is warring,
there is also a love
hiding alone in a corner
within sight of a gun.

There are always two sides
and a ridge to a coin.
We can be right or be wrong
or teeter between the goings.

Where there is rain
there is also a drought
delivering to the faithful
such withering doubt.

Where there is hope
there is also despair
smiling at some hopeful
young heart fair.

Where there are dreams
there is also a waking
wisping images into memory.
Interpretations for the taking.

There are three parts to a coin.
Not just a trick coin in play.
There is always the black and white
but life exists more within gray.

©June 28, 2008 Lori S. Maynard

cantos for mad men(candice nine)

nick_lisgaris — Sat, 22 Jan 2011 15:03:48 +0000

Unsung lamentation, love you are.

this measurement of my lonely erotic life.

my rage against passion

you are my poems my broken pieces of art

you are the Darkness that is beginning.

that light that descents to void hearts

two rivers we are in one

like blood sprouting in our atrium of soul

that becomes lust in the senses

and gleam in your eye- tears

in the azure murals angel of sleep

among gold tapestries of flesh

and you breath into my mind holy smoke

behind your eyes fixed like ivory holy ghost

like the memory of

dreams of flesh in the harvests of shadows

I blame you you blame me

with instincts of love all given inside the white linen

The glittering of the moon in your stoned face

virgin as the flower of the holy rite

your body like an antique statue crying

a wreath of porphyry rose in your hair

blue touch sanctuary lust and breast bare

snake eyes resembling a ray of light

mystic you lost love and I the darkness of night

cantos for mad men(candice eight)

nick_lisgaris — Wed, 19 Jan 2011 05:28:35 +0000

fiery red lips enslaving my mind

the gates where

porphyry milky-light

draws me in authorial mother of night

bound goddess line

of the flaming-sky

from the honey of figs of August

my phantasm creates and opens veins

hanging breast and moving hair ladder

climbing for the early kiss of madman

taking her breath of love play as

aromatic blowing oil

she enters my bed of circle coil

searching for the significant other

the beholder the poet and the lover

I embraced her curvature landscape where

the books of love are vanished

in the dreamscape of creation

i found my old remembrance in the rooms of the heart

voices of tenderness and unending pain

why my lord and destiny have you forsaken me

i have slept with the serpent and was thrown to the lion

and ihave sacrificed my genesis to the lover of the lesser god

memory stricken and catharsis bound

i bend with the wind of bitterness and the kisses of the sage

in the course of nostalgia about their ikons of youth

night by day they become incandescently impersonal

an endangered species non svelte lovers

confessions is the discovery of their sins

that comes under the mask of banal holiness

at the first level they lay your origins and sex roots

pretending to be innocent and non receptive of ecstasy

a spectrum of mimic mannequin passions

that fall as the veils of desire

the sweet gender is to be explored as orgasmic pyre for progeny

slow and cerebral writing the cuneiform of life

in the gardens they still gather apples for their defence of their redemptive aesthetic beauty or as blessed victims of

their carnal pleasures

candice seven

nick_lisgaris — Mon, 10 Jan 2011 16:32:50 +0000

i will never escape from your shadow

transparent your eye erotic

space offered as fountain of youth

cut out of clouds in the dusk without faith

forgetting the movements of my soul

your path now that corrupts

my vision images of the vanishing,

surrounded by foreign hands and your new lovers

rustic light the rising suns

winds and tides your figure

a carnal alchemy of hands into your depths

like a blossom in the field, more beautiful

than the firmament

a seed in which is encoded with many angularities

eyes that blossom also look more reflective

for i hold the vault of your mouth’s desires

not spoken kisses not forced touches of consummation

the other is touching your hair

and i kiss you alone in my dark dreams

i will never get over you you will never get over me

my other self always antithetical

to your moves as wishes overflow

why is passion always the murmur of groves

and why my hand ever trebling to execute

a simple order of my heart?

why is your lips as flowers

and i a snail eating fallen roses..

blinded by a marble-silk touch of muse

with blood’s light secrets

upon the stroke of my pen

and digital eyes thirsty of doves

and fragmental passions into wine presses of love

sailing and dreaming my dreams to come

i never will get away from your erotic shadows

unseen hands(for Candice)

nick_lisgaris — Fri, 07 Jan 2011 06:02:02 +0000

unseen hands

pain not spoken not written.

tied up in the dark i saw from the coast

that i was drowned behind the paper moon

Scores of dreams

to show to light

like the calm reflections

that land the sinners in the hills of silence

the wind was mine only

i reached the lines of winter

till your gaze was dripping with tears

reflections of lover ‘s harvest

of her color_ full breasts

bathed melancholically

in my spiritual veneration

as gifts of motionless soul

oriental serene beauty

full of scent salient

passionate like a fragrant

burning

path into my skin

this grasshopper butterfly linen where in a moist shadow

carnal ruptures occurred

Amore (strong language)

nick_lisgaris — Fri, 07 Jan 2011 05:48:14 +0000

not even a half goodbye

you will search but you will not find

my love like shadow will hang around you

you will be lost without me

you will remember me when i will leave

my red kiss

my red wine your wish

your eyes full of light

the day i lost your sight

now your heart is auctioned

for my half of my life

someone else the champion of my rage

for the one i loved will never embrace

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I knew it was the end when finally she ask me ( why you look at me that way)

It was nearly a month i was visiting her at work running into her

without her talking, avoiding only talking to her phone without

acknowledging my presence or my existence

she went back to a new old boyfriend, and i started getting bored

it was good to see her and realized that it was still plenty of resentment

being harbored underneath of all this apparent good will of mine

and lets be friends- rhetoric.

She became a sea of emptiness a vast erotic disappointment of her

bits of shit and her boyfriend vanities floating in an ocean of

erotic darkness.It was time to get the hell out without to say good-bye

Candice (beauty revisited)

nick_lisgaris — Wed, 22 Dec 2010 00:18:48 +0000

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she looked like island in high seas

like a barrack that the soldiers used and abused

she meditates on dirty stigmas on the wall

now her shades of pale radiance

barren visuals no sense of calm

eyes communion of oval openings

promising the art of erotic escape

her eyes now changed filled with fury

a very incarnation of soft and wild beauty

like sea in tempest

beauty

skin silk like woven yet diaphanous

emitting light and shadow

she is my heart of everything

the main core of my poetic images

once you have it you can not give it back

It is beauty

she is beauty

her visual opulence must be revisited

an abstruct season

nick_lisgaris — Wed, 22 Dec 2010 00:13:28 +0000

it’s an abstract season

like nomadic wayfarer i explore your soma

your cries and whispers have no orthography in the sexual grammar

Still naked still idol of many trade winds

breathless

i write with broken silences ..

my pen drips blood into your amoral heart

your blue lustre made of sweat and

pearl. your face:

an Indian moonlight of Ithaca

i repeat the ritual

Banished from sin and the sacred

your eyes blue are the veins

of the Aegean stream of consciousness

as black breasts pillows of atonement

your wave of desire come and go

glinting the foam’s long gray frieze

hands are made of broken corrals

arms the coves of false confessions

Give me the shadow of a purple kiss

loving(for Candice)

nick_lisgaris — Mon, 22 Nov 2010 17:16:15 +0000

chrysalises of beauty her soft flesh.

sensuous fall

her words is

a melody for virgins

and

of nocturne purity.

most occult of the desires of his

lonely nights

in the intimacy of this erotic flesh

to be in vain

her touch slides into his skin.

curves of love can no longer wait.

the serenity to forget the cross of passion

is an empty despair and will not come as the

resurrection of his adamant flesh.

until silence turns love into his eyes.

across the bed with its sails unconsciousness

occulting bird rattle your heart

and lets the fall in my soul

unable under your sensuality

scattered on the field of love

Behind the blue shutters comes everything

your breathing shivering beach and sea

tangerine body openings

i am a clay pigeon

your touch brakes me back to genesis

of sin.

like the waves

of your flesh

and the kisses

of your second shadow.

speak to me memory

nick_lisgaris — Sat, 20 Nov 2010 02:08:22 +0000

speak to me memory the language of seagulls
behind the hills behind the sweating sight
beds of sand tatooed by sudden wind
curved and open crevices particles of the skin of earth
with snake linear language
where the path into the cliff blue turns white foaming
air seeped through the stones ethereal as moans of this dry land
disconnected lay dormant following the wind of others
elevated lyrical images
of islands in high sea half to light half to gray _darkness
strains of memories
wave rolling wave to become equal in motion… in distance
into my mind to capture the essence
aqua choreography
the barren chest of isles producing depth not seen
by my sweeping cantos of self unity
sounds magical lured by the cardiac tunes
murmuring the language of skin and love songs

speak to me speak to me memory the language of seagulls