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 womanís

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 treeís 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.

 

youíre 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 soulís 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 heartís 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 womanís

soul.

you know still the

dance

we danced

before your eyes

went lost

sold to a fatherís fear

 

where are your dreams

but,

tears lost

in a poetís 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 itís 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 ďtheirĒ 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 wonít walk

those mountain dreams

anymore

 

in ice

cries my simple

sighs

canít even try

no more

canít even try

 

it rains my evenings

away.

here on a riverís 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 riverís 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 itís 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,

itís 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

itís all a body knows

and

itís the stains

that paint

on oneís remains

as they ride the wind

sweet wind

 

and so,

still she rides

on tomorrowís 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 riverís flow

 

when the autumn sky

on a river waterís 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 riverís 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 treeís 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 ladyís 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,

ďmy country tis of thee ď

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    

 

 

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