Nonsensical Reverie

why did I have to go and open my eyes
now I risk forgetting this feeling
I remember a clear blue sky opening
being on a vast open land
breathing in the freshness of Mother Earth
the air, the grass and  the river
all nourishing my spirit
there were no boundaries or limitations
as if standing before infinity itself
Or, at least within infinite possibilities
…and then, there I was with others
I didn’t know them all individually
…but I knew they were like me
there was no thought of who was what color
Or, which one of  was the biggest or smallest
out of spontaneity
we all just started running
the breeze passing through our hair
…brought joy and exhilaration to our consciousness
we were free
experiencing life intuitively
we came to a stop after running for several moments
basking in the warmth
…from life’s simplicity and magnificence
there was no posturing
no selfish laments
control, deceit, greed, envy, ill will of any sort
…are all but grains of sand that are blown away by the wind
only Love , respect, togetherness, unity, ONENESS exists
I began to wonder where I was
it all seemed so right, felt so good
…but I just couldn't make sense of it all
perhaps it would have, had I kept my eyes closed a little longer


Rory


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You Belong To Me

peculiar how this circumstance came to pass
after what was deemed the hottest day on record in the city
it was late evening with the temperature unrelenting
making matters worse
the air conditioning unit in her apartment had failed
according to building management
she would have to endure a minimum of 24 hours…
…before the repairs were to be made
dreadfully uncomfortable
she opens her window and removes her clothing
with her apartment being on the 6th floor
there was no thought of someone from the outside looking in
seeing her in the nude, thinking perhaps she was inclined to exhibitionism
furthest from consideration
…was that someone would be watching her with perverse intentions
it only mattered that she find a respite from the heat
after toiling around for about an hour or so
she found her way to bed, managing only a few hours of restless sleep

********************

the next day went off without a hindrance
it was quite busy and hectic
appearances in courtrooms
meetings with clients
as a Paralegal, her job is both demanding and exciting
…and although the city was still in the midst of an oppressive heat wave
she had came home from her day at the law office where she works
finding that the repairs Had been made
it was once again comfortable within the confines of her apartment
quite relieved she was
after enjoying a glass of wine and nice salad for dinner
she needed to run a few errands
to the library to get some reference materials for a case her law firm is currently involved in..
then to the store to replenish her bottled water supply in the ‘fridge
with her tasks complete and totally exhausted
she settles in for the night
undressing
closing the window and the curtains
after climbing into her bed and before drifting off into slumber
she thought to herself a while
it just felt like she was being followed
a weird presence she felt everywhere she went throughout the day
she couldn’t really put her finger on it
leaving it to over-imagination, her eyes close for the night

********************

the following day and more of the same
the heat had been forecasted to extend into the next several days
no relief in sight
the cases she is working on are challenging yes
…but are taxing her resolve a little
in fear for their safety
one of the witnesses on a armed robbery case keeps changing their story
comes with the territory she determines in her mind
she is in dire need of the commonly referred to, “Calgon” moment
that is exactly what she has planned for her evening
arriving at her apartment after another long, hot and somewhat tedious day
she can hardly wait to get into the bathtub so that she may soothe away the stress
upon entering, she is in utter shock
her apartment has been ransacked
EVERYTHING! all of her possessions were strewn about
immediately she called the police
shortly after, officers arrived and began their initial investigation
her door lock had been picked clean and there were no fingerprints discovered
also, it was discerned that none of her valuables were missing
money, jewelry, fine china, expensive clothing
all just thrown on the floor
who ever did this was in a fit of rage
…but robbery was not the motive
as the police questioned her
she searched the recesses of her mind
in no way could she imagine who would do something like this
it just didn’t make sense
especially since her apartment is so high above street level
she did tell them of her uneasy feelings the previous day
…but that was purely speculative at best
the cops took their report, advised her to not be alone for a few days
there upon they left
she began the clean up process
while spending about two hours or so, gathering and rearranging
she notices that her apartment was unbearably warm again
as she went to turn on the air conditioning unit
she found it to have been deliberately broken
that’s all she needed, another night in the extreme heat
having decided to cease her  clean up efforts for the night
she still had a date with the bath tub
something she needs now more than ever
as the dark of night has fallen upon
again she opens the curtains and the windows
she undresses
goes to take her bath
after spending about an hour and a half in the bath tub
feeling a much more relaxed despite her present anxieties
she grabs a towel and dries herself off in front of the window
as a gentle breeze from the outside assists in cooling her body temperature
she notices a post it note attached to one of the panes
it wasn’t there before
she retrieves it
on it, in sloppy handwriting it reads:

“you belong to me”

as fear saturates her being
she places a call to her friend/sometimes lover
demanding that he come be with her at that very moment
he arrives about twenty minutes later
she explains the scenario to him
he stays with her throughout the night

********************

her nights are much more peaceful these days
somehow it seems she sleeps much better
it’s been several days now since the break in
order has been restored to her apartment
the weather forecasts are for warm days and balmy evenings
so no need to spend the money on repairing the air conditioning again
her work schedule is as busy as ever
…but she wouldn’t have it any other way
she hasn’t heard from her friend who came to stay with her that night
none of her calls have been returned
none of their mutual acquaintances have seen him
she hasn’t been able to figure it
it's as if he vanished in to thin air
maybe he’s just too upset
the fact that she doesn’t want a committed relationship with him
she has always been up front with him
so he should have been aware
it was something physical she wanted to share with him, only once in a while
all she knows now is that, now, at this present moment
each night before she goes to bed
when she undresses and stands before the window
she can feel the most protection...
...the deepest LOVE she has ever known...

Rory


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One Bad Habit

toxic are his words
intoxicating is his presence
arrogance belies his confidence
he can sometimes be distracting
yet he gives her exactly what she desires
her mind mired by her adulation
after inhaling his poisonous whispers
which guided her body to contort in such a fashion
that she may absorb a much deeper penetration
…of the love he purports
more than passion
it was more like ingesting a dose of strychnine
her body responded with convulsions and  spasms
orgasms that she had never imagined
contradictions creating conflicts
never does he arrive on time
still she can’t live without this affliction
there’s just something about the way they do what they do
on some nights, she can barely make it through
although she knows better
she has never known a better lover
hours upon hours end
patiently waiting
another drink, a cigarette
soothing her anticipation
she must have him again (and again)
as the smoke fades into thin air
she is now more aware
this man has become the worst of her habits


Rory


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Dance Of The Freaky Circles

(a poem from back in the day)

she was out chillin at the club
on one side was a player
on the other side was a thug
the lights were dim
could it be him or maybe him
I was there observing, taking it all in
she wanted to be pursued
seduced
maybe a real love would ensue
because for her this was more than just a whim
to her heart she would remain true
saggy pants and full of drama
the thug was drowning in the conflicts . . .
. . . with his baby’s mama
the player probably could have made her heart sing
but he was too busy, flashing his bling
not so impressed and becoming somewhat distressed
interested only
. . . in someone who would join her in the here and now
her faith rested in . . .
. . .knowing he would cross her path somehow
she kept batting her eyes
and putting on the charm
so I stepped up to her
and grabbed her by the arm
she thought to herself, what a bold move
this must be the definition of smooth
we reached the floor, a soft giggle
feeling the rhythms in her body as she began to wiggle
we started dancing, then she backed her ass up
I pushed up on her like I was hitting it tough
our bodies became synchronized
we felt each other s thoughts
looked deep into each others eyes
unspeakable sensations
this dance floor exploration
dirty dancing, dirty thoughts, pure joy
hope
she acknowledge my guile
I recognized her smile
this dance was to last a while
time collapsed
we both relapsed
believing once again that there never was
there never will be
there is just this
this IS the chance
because this was more than a dance
the opportunity of a lifetime
envisioned over and over
that technicolor romance
dreamy, steamy, seemingly everything
desire, why resist?
the music came to an end, but not the groove
now arrived the time to discover the truth

Rory


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Love's Scream

(from my upcoming book "Spirit, Rhythms, Words)

the good that comes to you
you MUST give it back
but there you are, exalting yourself
why not, You pay your way
I am LOVE
you own me, you possess me
yet you hardly know me
haven’t you seen my vision
or grasped at the concept
too concerned about your aberrations
naughty, Dirty rotten
selfish
soixante-neuf, menage a trois
perspiration
fulfilled? Or empty?
Oblivious as you lay there you
sweating that which is beneath you
is that the language you comprehend
who controls such behavior
another vice and indecision
there is still time
Matthew 21:22
I have now become the ensuing storm
shall we restore or destroy
you have yet to consider the fowl
how they are prospered
what really dwells within you
should your spirit be so malnourished
I want you, they want you, you all need me
what is this mass produced, carbon copied, uncertainty?
that ignites such fear
real? really? which reality?
or is it just failure to appear
aren’t you the gift?
dare you tithe self gratification
allow me to touch you
there are no conditions
rid this world of communal affliction
your thoughts, your words, shall be
you may feel naked against the world
or you may make a difference in the world
stand up, stand in
I will be with you
I am you, you are me
spread your love
this is Love’s scream

Rory



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More Than Perfect

(a lovers haiku)

just the two of us

a buffet by candle light

nothing more perfect

Rory

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