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Romance, Da Vinci Style

He looked for validation in a like-minded soul,
Celebrated his inventions with romantic paint,
Couldn’t find kindred so he kept to himself,
Romance is Romance, but Love it ain’t.
(Romance is your auto response,
To the noble blue-prints in your mind,
The emotional toll you gladly pay
For the joy in finding your similar kind).
He was led by the Old Testament,
He perhaps deemed it satanic,
To see a world in its true colors,
Enough to turn his sane mind manic.
He picked up his brush, with emotions in play,
And painted a mysterious smile,
She was his ideal, his woman in spirit,
Not for the rank and file.
Romance is one of the few color elements,
A God given blessing that lightens your load,
It’s clean, it’s uplifting, gets messy at times,
Like the mysterious Da Vinci Code.

EnEm – Thu, 2009 – 04 – 16 00:12
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Ethereal Waif

I think of her when I’m crossing the road,
I feel her presence in the balmy twilight,
I see her refl ection in the ruby wine,
I soar with her soul, flying high as a kite.
I see her vapory form on the incoming tide,
Her silhouette against a burnished moon,
She lives in the space between different lives,
And I know that I’ll be with her soon.
Those siren calls are deafening dirges,
She’s impatient, as am I,
We’ll fuse in the ether of Relativity,
Or meld like the clouds in a merciless sky.
I wait for her like I would wait for a train,
On a deserted platform with rusty tumbleweeds,
Reminisce her fluttering at the supper table,
Shepherd’s Pie encrusted with caraway seeds.
She trespasses on to my daily prayers,
I talk to her when I need a friend,
If God is Love and Love is ultimate,
I am sure He knows, she doesn’t mean to offend.

EnEm – Thu, 2009 – 04 – 16 00:17
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