Love's Unbroken Cord

I told her I was scared,
From what now is the question.
Could it be I'm unprepared
For love's success dimension?

For if it goes wrong somehow,
The reason doesn't matter;
Familiar shame song sung bows,
Blames seasonal lost chatter.

I know that lost and lonely tune.
Know it well by heart.
The cold blast cost "if only" swoon
Coldly sell heart's part.

"See, I told you. Here we go.
Broken heart again."
Bleed, sigh, cold stew, fear takes hold.
Choke heart's start refrain.

That is normal. That I know.
That is broken record.
What's horrible and scares me so:
Love's unbroken cord.


Love's Unbroken Cord
by Loveson G. Flower
1:25 PM 1/31/98
at Coffee shop, Pruneyard, Campbell

Rain, Rain Go Away

Rain, Rain go away.
Come back then another day.
Pain, Pain please don't stay.
Please heal soon so I can play.

Wash, Wash over me.
"Oh, my gosh!" she like'd me say.
Then, Then we would send.
Send us to where we would mend.

Love, Love dreamt about.
Flying above felt no doubts.
Laugh, Laugh gentle smile.
Silly willy giraffe trial.

High, High to the sky.
Reaching so high thought we'd fly.
Where, Where did you go?
Loving care I need you so.

Lu Lu, sweet Louise,
Sweet phone friend do call me please.
Bye, Bye makes me cry.
Away you go, please tell me why.



Rain, Rain Go Away
by Loveson G. Flower
Thursday, 8:50 AM 1/15/98
Home in bed
Photo from: www.extremeinstability.com

Ghost Town Clown

Love me for who I am
Not for what I do.
For my glory be a fan
But care not for that fool.

For my doing, and my done,
My resume' divine
Sorely cueing not for fun
A consume' of mind.

Am I worth your love inside
Just for who I be?
Is the dearth of loveless cried
Dust for you to see?

A ghost town of dusty balls
Rolling down the street.
Empty host down lusty halls
Soiling clown complete.

Can you see my value clear?
Can you still then love?
Fan, you be friend nuclear
Family full love.


Ghost Town Clown
by Loveson G. Flower
Monday 7:35 AM 1/5/97
Home in bed
SewerClown.jpg photo from:
www.all4humor.com/images/files/Sewer%20Clown.jpg

I Am Don Juan

I am Don Juan, Casanova,
Lathario;
A Lover whole of lasses woven
In Marigold.

Their shining eyes, their kind replies
To love's caress.
A gentle touch, eyes glean so much
Before undress.

I see her longing, for Heart Songing,
Sweet music cheer.
Her breathing's light, as if in fright,
Song won't stay here.

When gentle stroke, and laughter joke,
Does bring a smile
Then twinkling eyes, glisten replies,
Sing stays awhile.

To sing her glory, and bring her story,
For her to know
How beautiful, now dutiful,
Lover sees glow.

You glow with light, make night daylight,
Light up our path
So we may see, a loving tree,
Sight in our grasp.

May I touch your face, with touching grace?
Such sculpted lines.
Your lips so fine, in chiseled line,
Love erupt finds

Your sweet love sounds, complete abound,
Music for ears
Which hear your words, elixir's cure,
To soothe our fears.

You're quiet now, and sigh somehow,
Words cannot say
The knowing of, the glowing love,
Unfurled today.

Your nostrils flare, as if beware,
The surge is strong.
Your eyes grow black, excitement's back,
No urge is wrong.

I stroke your hair, with loving care.
It feels so good.
You close your eyes, your breathing sighs.
Feel understood.

For finally, war's mind does leave,
Just feelings now.
No thinking now, just blinking's bow,
Must feel sings how.

I touch your arm, gentle disarm,
Loving caress.
Goose bumps abound, soft like goose down,
Beneath your dress.

Then hands we hold, our fingers mold,
Entwine together.
Each finger knows, the linger pose,
Of balmy weather.

Like Summer days, when palm trees sway,
In gentle breeze;
Dancing so soft, chancing aloft,
By Sun feel squeezed.

I stroke your palm, with knowing balm,
To soothe your fear.
Look in your eyes, with loving wise,
Pursue our tears.

For happy tears, do find us here,
Bringing their say.
That loving moment, eyes shining foment,
Singing today.

Your shining eyes, tearful replies,
Of gratitude
For tender care, my sending where,
Love's attitude.

Our glance is long, eyes dance our song,
Of knowing now.
It's time to move, and rhyme improve,
Love's growing bow.

The little shiver, below your liver,
In stomach's place
The fluttering, butterflies' sing,
Your heartache's race.

It's time to kiss, sighing our bliss,
To fuse our souls.
I smell your skin, perspiration,
Wafts perfumed smells

Of excitement, enlightenment,
Love's consumed bell
That's ringing loud, and singing proud,
Love's loving tale.


I am Don Juan
by Loveson G. Flower
Sunday, 10:45 AM 1/4/98
Home in bed

Above video is from the opening scene of the movie, "Don Juan DeMarco." It is a wonderful movie which captures for me the folly - and profound truth - of the inner characters and desires for pleasure, for romance, for ecstasy, for Love. "Don Juan" is an archetype, a symbol, a dream figure, a hope, and - hopefully - at least sometimes a reality.

"Don Juan DeMarco is a 1995 film starring Johnny Depp as John R. DeMarco, a man who believes himself to be Don Juan, the greatest lover in the world. Clad in a cape and domino mask, DeMarco undergoes psychiatric treatment with Marlon Brando's character, Dr. Jack Mickler, to cure him of his apparent delusion. But the psychiatric sessions have an unexpected effect on the psychiatric staff, some of whom find themselves inspired by DeMarco's delusion; the most profoundly affected is Dr. Mickler himself, who rekindles the romance in his complacent marriage."

Quotation from Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_Juan_DeMarco
Video from: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQiRtJ6uumk
Movie poster from: http://www.videoclub.com.es/images/peliculas/don_juan_de_marco.jpg