the
stains of her fears
sing.
a woman
drifts
across
silence
walking
along
her hopes
and years
echoing her
fears.
talk,
across the
whispers
hear the
voices
of people
trying for
song.
you thought
once long
ago
that maybe
you could
belong.
dance
within the
silence
left behind,
as an echo
on the wind
who never
stops blowing
walking
alone,
still
hearing the
shadows call
across those
ever long
nights.
sing.
to a woman
lost behind
the years
painted by
the stains
of her fears,
- jude
on shadow
finds
shadow
dreams,
as
water color
paints her
eyes.
far away
sighs
draw as line
across
her years
she believes
but dances
alone.
she whispers
yet flies
free.
shadow
dreams
cross the
seams
of a
woman’s
season,
in her
younger girl tries.
- jude
tree (tristen)
in a tree
dance
she is born
whispering
sighs
so flies
her echoes,
to touch
on a
universe
in breath
child alive,
born
to dance
in a
tree’s dreams...
- jude
untitled
eyes in the
darkness
seeing
in a dream
across the
sand
footprints
carved
going
street
scream
tears fill
your hand
just your
fingerprints
who command.
- jude
water
dance
dance quiet
she whispers
all the
children
with hands
encircled
where
the water
dance
carries her
free
- jude
on dragon
wings
she walks
her
dreams,
on the edge
of dragon
wings
and dances
where
the wind
sings
whispers
believe
in the
colors
of the sea,
breaking
free
on cliffs of
rock
owned by the
sky
a woman who
loves
a woman who
tries
carves the
world
with the
flames
of her
words,
she who
walks her dreams.
- jude
the lost
winds
where death
hides
and
fear sighs
wander
along,
still
the earth
turns
and still,
your soul
yearns.
you’re
dancing
across the
dust of life
raise,
your glass
to those
dying eyes
and laugh,
as
only the
lost winds
dare
to carry you
free.
- jude
our
concrete fears
he saw,
the birds of
fire
falling -
across water
near
what eyes
hold fear.
(if we could
fly,
but we die
just die.)
concrete
fear
and broken
wind tunnel,
carry their
graves
free...
through your
uncried
tears
stained
years
do you dream
now
of
war or peace
do we dare
to murder
the children
held as
shields
to appease
our
dead? or
really
our
concrete
fears!
- jude
the child
child lies
across the
sand
just in the
shadow
of a desert
storm.
alone,
suddenly
with dust in
her eyes
silently
crying
the tears in
her sighs
and
nowhere left
to return.
will she
ever
yes, ever
yearn beyond
the screams
with the
seams of her soul
broken,
she just
sits.
blood lost
to sand
bleeding out
our tomorrows.
why?
- jude
sweet
child
call me,
hear in the
deep of
my soul’s
earth shadows
sing to me
on the wind,
passing
always
my eyes
so old
so ever
alone,
i feel your
lips
long lost
sips
of a
heart’s blood.
in a dance
of song
i long...
for,
whisper to
me
where,
they need
never see,
i am a poet
roped to a
tree.
sweet child
where are
your fingers
lying deep
in a woman’s
soul.
you know
still the
dance
we danced
before your
eyes
went lost
sold to a
father’s fear
where are
your dreams
but,
tears lost
in a
poet’s hand.
- jude
torn
sheets
torn sheets
stained
with the
blood
which flows
as years,
your eyes
saw me die
once
so long ago
there while
crossing
a desert,
treeless in
its yearning
its heat.
did you ever
pass
that
stained
highway
in your
long morning
dreaming
or
are echoes
forever lost,
on the road
where
shadows die?
- jude
deeper
do you hear
beyond the
echoes
their cries
from
deep in the
dark
it is the
children
dying.
for god and
country
still.
and this
time
their tears,
will be lost
in the sand.
forever
lost,
souls
not yet
and never
grown.
the universe
cries alone
even,
deeper in
the dark...
- jude
the
butterfly and the rose
i walk the
dream
where the
street
breathes in
the shadow
of
moon-light,
the lover's
night.
oh, sweet
love
long time
coming
longer time
whispering
us free.
i sing your
eyes
as willows
stretching
into
the ever
passing winds
i speak the
words of my heart
i sing the
songs of my dreams
i see in the
water
your image
and it’s
true...
as i ride
the butterfly,
i offer the
rose.
- jude
of
dreaming together
when a song
is sung
where
the rhythm
sings
on the cords
of a new
spring wind,
it is time
for the
rhyme
of the stars
to begin.
a man finds
a woman
binds,
a season of
love
rises,
so softly
before
the new
moon.
to the beat
of hearts
joining,
so is born
the silence
who lives
between the words
of touch,
of dreams
meeting.
- jude
lost
when no one
sees your eyes
as you stand
lost
in the
passing of
cloud
shadows,
do the tears
ever reach
the earth.
you dance
alone
in the
silence
of the
drifting sand
while your
whispers
lie
dispersed,
on echoes
who never
sound.
and
all you can
do
is watch
as once
again
your country
your
neighbors,
rejoice
in the
victory
of another
undeclared
war,
for
this time
it is
“their” children
whose blood
washes the
sand
free.
yes,
i dance
alone,
in my tears
and silence
still
again.
jude
just to
fall
in a broken
body
lives a
raging soul,
legs won’t
walk
those
mountain dreams
anymore
in ice
cries my
simple
sighs
can’t even
try
no more
can’t even
try
it rains my
evenings
away.
here on a
river’s edge
a ledge,
almost
wishing to fall
and only
time left to hear
crossing the
line
crossing the
line,
i scream the
silence
and
yes i mind
wishing,
wishing to
fall!
- jude
where the
smoke rises
dancing an
ice dance
on a mirror
chance,
a young girl
thought
to dream.
dare she see
the beauty
in her
reflection
on a night
black
in the light
alone.
all on the
question,
to be
or...
when a free
wind
carves her
soul.
where the
smoke rises,
will she
believe.
- jude
in the
silence
time to
bleed.
when a man
is lost
in a
river’s echo,
who dances
in the shadows
of night.
street-lamp
carving
starving,
to hold
flesh
to free the
silence.
blood covers
his fingerprints
and they are
cold
in the
liquid quiet
of ancient
concrete stains.
oh, the
rains
they call
so deeply in
the veins,
i slip
i fall.
time to
bleed.
- jude
just
trying
write your
name
carve the
sand
leave a
print
quiet
as the lines
on your
hands
say what you
dream
stand before
the mirror
and
catch it’s
return,
that forever
scream.
and what
does it mean,
when your
grave
lies empty
and
your soul
flies
free...
someone,
just trying
to see.
- jude
quiet
quiet
reach deeply
then sing
a song
in the rain
what remains
old man
what still
stains
flesh.
sing
songs of
love
and death,
it’s
almost
time.
to rest.
- jude
dreamtime
in dreamtime
whispers
i wander
where the
stars burn
patterns
into my soul
i dance
the sky
dance
carrying
light
where
no one dares
seeing my
fingerprints
in an
ancient sea
beyond the
mirror
i believe.
- jude
the heart
of an artist (for Keith, so young our children are still dying of aids!)
he dreamed
as a man
yet
he saw as
an artist,
it was music
that
colored his
sighs.
young man
tried
to scale the
universe
as he danced
through
the streets.
concrete
sidewalk rain
stained his
soul,
now free
to reason
why
to fly...
- jude
multiple
sclerosis
so tired
the man
is caught
in slow,
the air
does it know
what dreams
still,
lie where
beneath
so tired
his body,
first -
and now
his soul.
dying
too slow.
- jude
dreams
and whispers
her eyes
they are the
dreams
of her
whispers,
a woman
dares dance
where
sky clouds
chance,
and sing
sweet earth
rhythm.
she believes
in the taste
of rain,
daring to be
born
still again.
- jude
young
girls dance
rolling
along
those street
dream
blues,
strings
playing tight
heavy night
air
street-lamp
shadows -
they
compare,
young girls
dance
long legs
and chance.
blood
whispers
on
fingertips
while lyrics
they no
longer care.
all in those
night-time
whispers
and sweat
colored stars.
so, do you
play
another
night away
this young
man in stay.
- jude
when the
merry pranksters paint
on years,
on the dance
of whispers.
where have
we gone
when the
merry pranksters
painted the
soul
of a child
to woman born
where dares
she grow
from
woodstock
she chanced
to dream
but what did
those
years,
mean.
she thought
they
would
stay... forever.
but a child
to woman grows
it’s all a
body knows
and
it’s the
stains
that paint
on one’s
remains
as they ride
the wind
sweet wind
and so,
still she
rides
on
tomorrow’s dreams
sweeter wind
stitching
a woodstock
witching
never...
and always
free...
-
jude
echoes
a dance
carved in
the echoes
of a dream
there upon
the ocean.
water
whispers
where a girl
deems her
freedom,
to see.
where
seasons
carry leaves
as color
as moments
within her
loves
adrift upon
her eyes
as
all her
reasons why
a woman
sighs
and
believes in
her life
as still
she dances
her
footsteps
carved
into wet
sand,
and her eyes
command the
wind
as it
runs free.
echoes of
love
where
she chooses
to be...
- jude
whispering to a river’s flow
when the
autumn sky
on a river
water’s chop
descends,
and
a poet
sitting on
his concrete edge,
sighs.
yesterday
rises in dance
and all the
women of chance
which litter
his soul free
stand to
remain
to remind or
whisper,
that love,
never a choice
rides the
winds of his breath
still.
and so ever
sweet,
but flesh
beyond touch
words
without ears,
he still
hears
still loves
and still cries
and yes, so
he still sighs
only a poet,
only a man
whispering
to a river’s flow.
- jude
river
lady
river lady
dances
quietly
across
the long
shadows
where dusk
carries the
wind free.
she dreams
deep
and long
within the
tree’s find.
sidewalk new
york city
dancing
carries
her echoes
still,
a color upon
gray
a reaching
longing
within the scream
the lean of
her search.
river lady
loves quietly
across the
dreams
of her
fingerprints,
where her
shadow strains.
still to see
still to
taste
the
sweet earth
refrains
a river
lady’s whispers
sing.
- jude
to bleed
so bleed the
ice dream
out,
your soul
casts
no shadow
seen
what do they
mean
when
children
scream
and life
lies
cold
empty
on the
shores
of a frozen
river.
you dare to
dance
silent
below the
naked trees,
in the
stillness
of an
ever cold
wind.
watching the
death
of, yes
another war
without
rest.
oh,
“my
country tis of thee “
you carve my
tears
ever still.
- jude
a song
play me a
song
under a sky
long and
silent
where dreams
might catch
a soul
before the
ice river
calls it
home.
- jude
the
jester dance
still
watching
the jester
dance
window
dreaming
this life of
chance.
snow,
it falls on
a
sunny day
where
children, they run
and have
nothing to
say.
and the
seasons
are they the
reason
no one
believes
in peace
anymore.
the jester
dances on
a river
frozen,
casting his
coyote shadow
as tears
lost upon
our eyes
dancing till
the children sigh
dancing till
we all cry.
christmas,
christmas, christmas time
how still
dares he
dance the rhyme
in the sand,
and still
die
do our
children
in a foreign
land.
still
watching the jester dance.
- jude