i dance

across moon shadows/

cold light

in a night chilled

still air - echoes in time

another time

alone on a road

with winter dead and white frozen

a full moon is the light

whose shadows stood - so far away

there just past numb fingers

there is nothing to cry for/

for the shadows either care

or not

and it's not as if someone is forgotten

they simply fade - only in these

lives of night

moon shadow sight

i dance,

is it unreal

to feel

an echo

of a moon

cold distant space - just a step away

just a step closer

so whole is the sky

that seeps into an earth upon my feet

she loves me not

still, the moon echoes on

i dance

in love only with space

i dance

for a moment

all before a door

silly human man

you can lose a woman tonight

instead,

you dance

alone

across cold shadows

and/

moon light why?

-jude

back street blues and silence

always back to basic sight,

for meaning to whisper across the slow air

to cross, if vaguely

for a moment

to an impression of touch

i say "I Feel"

and something more implies

where eyes never venture

and they see me

sitting on a wooden chair, no nails

and echoes of yesterday, but whispers unheeded

a cold room with walls of white

a single picture, or is it a mirror

color without lines

abstract creations or a blind mans' touch

tears form to the eyes

that view a mirror, that sees but

does not reflect

a million years of creation

movement against a universe

or a token sight

they see me sitting so still

introvert

self indulgent / and

silence

and yet i feel

barely skin and white walls

barely silent stares and elusive cares

but natural anarchy in form

as the wind whispers of another person?

they see a mirror

i feel

the beautiful unbalance of a love

emotion to body to form

i feel

a human touch

so vague in human eyes

stranger then the flesh

that sits alone and white in an empty room

i feel

thoughts on the edge of words

and remember the eyes

that held a child

close to me

and believing

and believing

i sit on a wooden chair, no nails

in a cold room with white walls

and a single picture

(no mirror)

i see a closed door of ice steel in blue

between

closed to no world of mine

i ignore the canvas wrap , white sleeves tied around

and across my back

or/

dark new york city concrete street

find me speaking only to street lamp shadows

find me smiling only silence

before the faces i had once dared to

touch, to love

back street blues and silence/

they demand nothing more for your freedom

if you write a poem

and walk away,

if you write a poem

and walk away,

-jude

in a closet

on a street

evening

and a curtain which

never rises

whispers

are the sounds of an old

lovers' call

nothing young/nothing old

a chill with the morning

across cold skin

to passion

quiet in the shadows of

a dreamers skin,

whispers

on a mattress

on a floor

comfort

familiar sighs

rhythm from

a tired stereo

music

from a long time gone

a dream

cast in fantasy lace

a woman who

whispers

and never cries for love

who

rages

for a stage

played upon unwritten words

and practiced sighs

but we who grow old

never die

we just repeat the cries

we've forgotten

we've forgotten

-jude

walls of glass

i don't see water

i don't feel

but anything

my soul cries

dry tears and cold fears

morning

summer morning

the heat is in her fingers

wrapped about a cup

mornings alone

windows face a world - cast in sun

her eyes

shaded - see glass

pictures of/

down a concrete street

the homeless stir from

their nights of sleep

too early

she wakes too early

for her whispers

to return back off walls of glass

coffee gone cold

planning her a dream

so,

without screams in her throat

where glass walls fade back to sand

she might

tight, deep within her own skin

wander,

past brass locks, and doors of

wood

to concrete

that she might

believe in the trees she

meets

earthed below concrete

in how little free

just she

just a morning

where glass fades to air

maybe on the lip, of a scream.

-jude

sunlight

green cellular mirrors

walk my eyes

where earth whispers to sky

wind-waves clash

where clouds pass clouds

and shadows fall

to cross the shore

to touch

a marked warmth across my skin

sunlight

images

i ignore

where

water walks

and illusions cry,

child in my arms

i lie alone

the jester

hears the banshee sigh

but dances all the same

while last weeks rain

still doesn't care.

a crystal light lake

rests - where all clouds die

into the arms

of children - in puberties hold

and i sit/

on concrete steps

sipping

the water

from the sweat of my lips

blood falls from her eyes

across thighs

onto a concrete that

doesn't stare

while grass and earth

tire

of our cold

tries

of our

mirrored eyes

the lake

ripples waves

across all the rest

in concrete and death a warm day

i dance

and clouds fall

upon lake tears

within my own

eyes

before

sunlight

earth

and/ concrete

till dusk

SUNLIGHT

-jude

hunger in her tries

hunger in her eyes

clear as the hard

late summer

she never cries

she never speaks

more then a word at

a time

she tries

she tries to survive

cracks in dry

river-bed mud

and a death wind

stands on top

still the water

goldless dreams

but seams without tomorrows

neither sorrow

or love

and no riddles

left in the corners of the eyes

yellowed and blood red

she never sighs

and i walk past her

carving of shade

wondering at the works of man

stepping wide - in the sand

concrete streets

they warm my feet

wondering at the works of man

-jude

sweet,sweet...only my sighs

soft eyes

ice before glass

to the sound of wind tries

a child sighs

to wonder why

flesh that doesn't feel need

is flesh without a stain

safe, so safe,

nevermore

but never more

so, how does a woman

grow with only a soul

and no place to go

in the years before which are the years after

tears long dried

and tears never shed

she only sighs - still

upon - white sheets / classic

never noticing the empty alley-way

just out her window

no limits - but no dreams touch in what

she has yet to find

belief therein

how can i know to love

when,

no stains have crossed my thighs

alone

in my pre hair gleam (echo)

clean

shadowless

i but live

or die

my sighs

sweet, sweet...

only my sighs.

-jude

alive in the circle

call to glass

for the season of change

window panes , with the

reality edges /

motionless - frost walls out

steel blue ice from the soul

and only dead water grows

fire burning wood

for warmth and shadow fix

death is color gone free

and green is a breath of tomorrow

woman on a chair, naked and

unseen

clean in her own fear and silence

wild past the eyes of a carved door

/

but fingertips held light to wood

in the cold of stark trees

whispers to window glass

of soft earth - warm to touch

of tears shattered and free

of mirrors of water, never still

of a woman - alive in the circle

in the season - of change .

- jude

i don't

i whisper of

trials

to keep

the stone, cold

dreams to shatter as ice

just a liquid to fill birth

and

nevermore

nevermore

- jude

in a chimney wind

the smell of pine

and blue angels , in their

dreams of crystal finery

in a room

adrift between the shadows

as caught in the fire of light

where

cold wood burns as a soul

with, for a moment, no where to go

songs, of dead gods and children

ring out

and no one shouts for joy

but a small warmth touches the

sky

in the ebb and flow

of the fires warmth

a grown child might forget her

name -

carried in emotions unowned - or free -

thick hair wrapping her in her ease

watches as the weight of gold

carries no sound

across open fingers

it is the chimney wind

carrying the smell of pine

across her lips

that hears,

the dance of blue angels

and in their reflections,

the memories and song -

- jude

for lamp-lit walks down back-streets

a woman loves

a man loves

a woman,

in a quiet heat

and hurt eyes

dare they

as lovers on the road

or as children touching

in a light

street-lit , walk the back-streets

where their songs and their fear

late hour sung

cast the shadows

that carve form from two souls

who touch/

do they suit before a fire

winter burn

naked

in a crowd

listening only to

each to the others'

pulse

caught in the breath

of their dreams

liquid flow

lips to thighs

with love

while a guitar blues man

sings

alone

or/

will they dream

of tomorrows

forever-more

on the floor

between the feet

of concrete men

with warm eyes

a woman loves

a man loves

a woman/

alone

in a corner of the world

-jude

but who will remember him

just a view from a window

a man

running toward mid-age

lies his dreams upon glass

looking out

it's his youth that looks out

eye to eye

don't cry for me when i'm down

the blues are just sound

for the wind always blows

from round another corner

from concrete fingerprints

to initials carved in trees

a man will do what he pleases

or what is left to care

just a man staring out

from remembering eyes

glass sees nothing of what

one remembers

are his dreams but shadows

falling from his own loss

or echoes of a tomorrow still alive

don't cry for me when i'm down

the blues are just sound

for the wind always blows

from round another corner

just a man walking away

looking back, not-

below an empty window

but who still remembers him

now that he is gone

old or young

a man remains a man

if he still cares

but who will remember him

now that he has walked

his blues away

down into the shadows

of corners

turning into the wind

don't cry for me when i'm gone

the blues are just sound

for the wind always blows

from round another corner 

                      -jude

tears in the morning

light

night dreams

or whispers through

the seams ,

of earth time

lovers untie

for a moment -

to kiss alive -

behind cold windows

a northeastern ocean

carries a taste of silence and memories,

while an early spring wind

drifts across his fingertips

owned - so easily

before the breath - of one woman -

lovers

in

the

morning

can only,

live

forever -

and in an afternoon light

of cloud shades

riding west to northeast

quickly-

passing silently through

fingers as only lovers hold

a man

he marries

a woman -

in sunlight

and shadows

free -

tears in the evening light

it is in dusk

that magic is born,

where freedom may only

find lovers -

whispering before their dreams -

and dreaming

together.

-jude

man faceless man

i cry

in the hollow of my heart

and

shed no tears

all my years

stand so full

in the city street echoed

emptiness

and a loss

is but blood stains

across my palms

i gave love

and dreamt of loving

but found sand swept

eyes

blind to the sight of me

always in their cries for more

i had a child

and she was stolen

by a name

social game

it's all the same

in the patterns of

man to woman

father to child

written generations before

man is man/woman is woman

lines are drawn

i declared freedom

just to pay every price

the faces around man could

claim

i stand free/i stand alone

yesterdays chains in rhyme

grow into the loss of today

so,

i cry

in the hollow of my heart

but for all my

years

i have shed

no tears -

-jude

an irish rage and a smile

he believes in

majestic creations

a child standing in the

mist of a life - of concrete

and death

blood drips from the fingers

of his friends - stolen into

war

he barely has a name and takes

his first step with less then nothing

in his pockets

he creates images in poems

while he walks the eternal lines

of a silent revolutionary - in a

world playing at totalitarianism under

the guise of democracy - an irish rage

in his eyes , a smile on his lips

believing in more

always in more

he believes in

majestic creations

a man walking

long paths

sunlight drawn flowers

count his steps from

beds fertilized with rotting

flesh and blood - but resting

unseen

still nameless but for those few

who still dare to perceive

a separate reality without capitalist seams

he creates images in poems

as he stands alone - as he

watches the rivers - nameless

but running free

he has seen less, always

less in the faces passing by

and maybe he thinks

watching still the fear and death

now a subtly of design

capitalists learn with time/

that his only majestic creations

is he

but an irish rage maintains his eyes

while a smile whispers

like the rivers

in his poet trees

for majestic creations

just a man

with

nothing in his

pockets .

-jude

chill

chill

window sill eyes

dusk light

all day long

longing upon an echo

dolphin winds

and whispers

cafe / chair tied wood

a man

sips of tequila

fire free

call him homeless

chill

no one to

notice

alone.

-jude

dreamers

dreamers in ice

feathered mask

new orleans light

mirror night

cemeteries are carved

in stone

only tears

remember

window sill flowers

dance

child in mind trance

flesh kisses flesh

for a moment

water of tears

slow train glass

walks the rain

and eyes that whisper

shadows in the night

as/ dreams in ice

and sighs that whisper

-jude

etched in rock

pane glass memories -

where sunlight

cuts shadows

in a shape of

whispers-

as echoes

as water

earth run -

free eyes

etched in rock

and naked - her legs

opened

wet as a desert tear

in its sun moving fear

no silence in a

pacific ocean

stage

body rage- sweet taste of

warm salt,

upon lips

between her lies

long sundown skies

with/

sharp clouds cutting

into sight

from night into morning

across a desert

resting against a tree

a stark water tree

only,

sky and me -

from morning into night

pane glass tears

frozen in time

etchings,

in a lone story

sundown dreams

flash,

as floods of rhyme

wash glass

free -

eyes etched in rock - 

-jude

and tomorrow

i sit a moment

i think a moment,

on water

ocean wind

carving where clouds begin

tears fell

echoes call

sun warm tired eyes

live in the current changes

waves slow

rolling time

rages on my feet

but the sand

she never cares

distance - touch sea to sky

i try to wander

tomorrow

i loved you .

on water

sails in a wind caught

and yesterday

is,

never to be

sought

a man

alone

he thought

stands

on an edge

on water

on sand,

on the lips of his soul

in the wind

he fought

time, time

again

past rhyme

and tomorrow

-jude

or dream

of eyes unseen

i dream

or try,

not hope but a sigh

i lie near the sounds of

a river

water

circle circle free

and me

and me -

a man

is a woman

is a man

is a lie

when i live, i live

when i die, i die.

-jude

long cool stares

sitting in a warmth,

cool stone

music calls

i fall to memories

no longer

still

split - find

my mind

it fills - or kills

lonely

or alone

for a moment

or

for ever

he's just a man

they say

he's a poet

he tears his soul

for words

yet no more

do they

listen

to the cries or whispers

of a rage

on a free stage

we change no more

or really ever

before,

cool stone walls

only hides a man

who dies in his words

no one listens anymore

and only a poet

dares

to die

alive -

-jude

yearning

cold eyes

alive in a late

summer swim

shadows cast

breasts tight

sweet nipples

hard yearning warmth

she swims alone

and echoes freeze

to moments

a child's rape

pain to a mind

in the birth of disarray

memories which

are skin taught

linger

in cold eyes

sun warms

a man touches

a woman sighs

and shadows in shade

cuts a line down

to moist thighs

cold water and

warm eyes

a woman tries

for a man who

holds her no longer

then the silence

bars,

lovers meet

and sometimes not

can now whisper

forever.

-jude

wet color rhyme

water

cold

have not

listen where time

remembers

listen where fear

is a frozen leaf

in mid-autumn fall

hear someone call in

color slides in the sky

cutting ridges

space where human eyes

sigh-

love calls the wetness dry

as another day only

comes before

music in jazz sax time

cries in

cold

eyes

the water

tongue the heart of

memory

till birth is forgotten

life whispers in quiet

where ridges os earth

rage

cut the sky into

time

rhyme

wet color rhyme

- jude

blue star

blue star

deep in

a black sky

night sounds

are silence

but for the

echoes of night

shadows who dance

in a broken light

live in the sighs

of a woman, asleep

dreams cross wooden

time

to rhyme into the

sweet sweat of skin

on a lovers edge

who knows of her

in the fear caves

rock walled stays

as waves crest against

the silence

from within.

salt air in a breeze

across black grass

scenes from a dream

below sight

love is a need

to watch the mirror

fog with reality

yearning cries in

the night

deep in a black sky

on an old

wooden porch

sings sweet blues

for the tomorrows

in star light

mornings

but whisper.

- jude

a peace in his mind

ice tree

and the stars we

see -

a little bit of

christmas,

found a dream

in a piece of me

cold memories

in their earth waves

break rock

and carve water

frozen in its years

long pine needles

taste in the wind

sweeter in the night

as light casts its shadows

soft and true

eyes in a candles dance

drifts to life

as wind steps

in whispers and dance

as leaves on branches

fall

memories of more then birth

carve the images

of children

of hope

ice trees are,

a mans memories

of dreams who cross

between

fire and earth

/ the sweet frozen

hopes of children

a man who sees

children,

sees today continuing

into tomorrow

sees christmas as a peace

in his mind.

-jude

gone

a touch of white

where

the earth lies cold

moon to shadow

in light

deep is the quiet

of the night

leave lies

behind this window

in his soul

looking out

into dreams

cold winds

ice where hands lie

still - hurts where

a warmth remembers

time, what moment

is now

sweet is what beauty

a man may hold

as air whispers and

is gone

but for dreams

what more

is there

but for

a touch of white

where

the earth lies cold.

- jude

shadows on a christmas night

a man

watches - as

his family

are but shadows

in a christmas night

cold - in the

city lights

unseen in the cracks

by those

who pause only

at elf strewn

pine tree crossed windows

with eyes unseeing in

the sugar dreams

they dream

a man feels the

ice trails of tears

tracing down

his time carved face

deep into the ever silent

pain of his soul

memories are as ashes

lost in a drift

lost beyond his eyes

as his children can but

sigh no more

christmas time

between sips of wine

not only echoes might

die in the winter wind.

- jude

dark eyes

dark eyes in an

early morning wind

listening

a child to woman

come

quiet in unspoken

rhyme - in a dance

without motion

skin forgets shat

is it yet to learn

is the heat cold on

her tongue, burning

time in her yearn to

be free

a shadow in the

moon light - whispers

the dreams

a quiet of sun torn

tomorrows - a child's

breath is warm on

the palm of her hand

,

her fingers brush the

words of a woman

as sweat between her

breasts

in birth cries she

walks alone

dark eyes

how that she.

might touch

dark eyes

or be touched

dark eyes.

in an early morning wind

listening

a child to woman

comes,

- jude

desert sand in a night scream & whispers

in and deep in

a shadow - of light

in a quiet lives

a woman

her back leaning against

a child's' torn eyes and/ broken tries

whispers wander from

shadow corners to

shadow sky

speaking of rage and love

a woman shadows her eyes

on a line too thin

a child warm in

a chairs' night deep

fingers in the still

wind of her hair

to dream behind the

stage

within the pages

of a book

father dream

night scream

silence

against the tightening

of her breasts

wet eyes

deep loving tries

reality fosters

truth

as a desert touches

ones vision

where a child sighs

a woman cries

where a woman fears

a child is lost

in the circle

dare a poet to

encounter magic

but where a woman

is born

also may a woman

die

in the circle

dare a woman to

love a man

living the child

deep in a shadow

of light

in the circle

dare a man to

love a woman

a poet sighs with

only beauty in his eyes

and cries

wind swept woman

between

shadow and love

with tears of ice

the water of her dreams

desert sand carves

rock

sun warmth burns the air

dare a man to a woman,

see.

- jude

walk

walk a long road

going nowhere

going north

a cliff edge down

a long way , free

clear summer sun

drawing lines in rock

highway dreams

on memory screams

an ocean whispers

distance plays sound

into music

hills rise to

just the air

a vale catches

shadows onto man

soft

believe in what

you see

in the dare

to be

highway man/

lost from the cities and towns

you roam

across the leaves of tea

he once was a boy

but where is the man

witch man

walk a long road

going nowhere

going north

in belief,

dream

or sight

illusions and truth/

memory and night.

- jude

across a curtain of air

walk

in your

cold wind tears

mirror in the

echoes

who rise from the

silence of those

you love

, a man alone

a man in a moment

and gone

spring is a sky

of sharp clouds,

hears no whispers/

carries to earth

like rain

in dream time,

you mind,

the lines drawn

as cages

on fears,

and feet

sitting still

for illusion is

but a curtain

of air

but the evening

sun

is slow

time in a moment

is an eternity named

where is a small boy

sitting on a concrete

wall - his feet resting

within a fall

in his rooftop dreams

where the seams of

evening close slowly

and tomorrow is just

a dare

,

or a tear across a

mans' soul.

- jude

dream the magic

magic child

woman

in tired

eyes

deep color

knows

shadow free

sighs

tree shade

sea rock whispers

lines carved

where words listen

where clouds

shadow pass,

moments come

and

never last,

but the wind

rides forever

north sea

hair

where mirror ice

rides water

and sky

carries

her name

eyes which know

the rain

soft stains tuned

to the moon-light

magic child

walks the moments

between now

and those walls of time

slow, running slow.

- jude

and lost his eyes

if it were quiet

i'd see you

dressed naked

alone on a rock

breathing from a stream

of living water

you stand

dressed in color

leaning on a shadow

of brick

whispering with your

eyes

of sighs who linger

on your fingertips

were a man to taste

in the river of your

soul

only where a

man could go

would,

you love him

as sweet

as a dream

he knows

man met a woman

and

lost his eyes,

- jude