The Futility of Epitaphs...

The Futility of Epitaphs

HERE LIES A MAN WHO FOUND HAPPINESS

MORE OR LESS

On granite, wood or copper

chiseled, carved and embossed letters

are passed forward to never be read

by generations who care not about the dead

TRUST THAT YOUR HAPPINESS WILL VANISH

WHEN YOUR DREAMS ARE CAST ADRIFT

On rows of glistening erected marble

inscriptions display wisdom debatable 

HE LIVED ALONE, DIED ALONE

LEFT NO WORDS TO HIS LIFES SONG

Final thoughts from the dark underground

rise and wait to be found

like jewels shining in their sleep

they flash brilliance in open fields

TRUST THAT THE EARTH REVOLVES WITH YOU

AND CERTAINLY NOT AROUND YOU

DECLARATION...Revision #1

Declaration

Have I ever told you

that my evenings are always new

and that my joy is like morning dew

in the fragile loveliness that is you

The lasting bond between us

like honey wrapped moments of lust

is a sweet duration moving too fast

with the now escaping into the past

So, I reach out for you

with your reality felt in my every sinew

feeling the softness of lips moist

that fire my mind, sometimes lost

Wrapped in the magic that you possess

to cast spells your presence begets 
craving love in my heaving breast

as I feel your warmth while I undress

Shadows cast by the waning light

creep on sterile sheets of white

and project visions of love in mystic play

more delicious than I can say

So, I must declare with conviction

as I stand full of pent up emotions

waiting open armed for you

that my evenings are truly always new

The Final Ride...revision #2

The Final Ride

She loved him selfishly and let him be 

to pleasure himself on the raging sea

there his presence on rising swells

that offshore breezes held so well

offered meaning to his naked life

 during moments spent in the sunlight

Sets of blue gray rollers worth the wait

advanced in the motion of confirmed fate

liquid power engorged with pure energy

beneath the calm apex of a glassy sea

released frothy cream from advancing crests

that was blown away by the harsh offshore breath

His naked form rode with primeval joy

on a sculpted wedged resin toy

that neatly carved the fluid abyss

with the precision of a gentle kiss

and parted the fabric of released energy

during his movement on the violent sea

With reckless speed in joy momentary

hurtling down the sloping curl ever foamy

absorbed in fearful gazes from unnatural height

focused on a deep valley forming in sight

he heard the choir of the demented surf

that intoned a hellish rhythmic verse

Then, caught in a spin cycle of energy

he tumbled along the bottom sandy

in the quiet of random scattered thoughts

and searing pain that Mother Nature wrought

his soul managed to rise above watery heights

to ride waves eternally under comforting blue skies