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I've been writing for a long time and had a website years ago
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Monday, March 7, 2011

First To Let Go

The scenery may change
But we remain the same
Past some distraction, what's to know?
You're always the first to let go
You pull your hand away
And my fingertips fall
Doesn't that say it all?

On the town, in the crowd
Off the cuff and unbowed
I whisper useless fantasy
And envisage what's not to be
You pull your hand away
My attempt meets a wall
Doesn't that say it all?

Figures exchange a private glance
And I watch their close shadows dance
Safe, in a fathomless cocoon
It seems you have become immune
Songs roam with disconnected crawl
Reasoning plays out pointless stall
We are posed, as loveless statues
Stone-cold, doesn't that say it all?

High was hollow, we've sunk so low
You're always the first to let go
You pull your hand away
And my fingertips fall
Doesn't that say it all?

(c) Kay Irvin

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Chameleon

You leave me tired but I want more
Unhad dreams thrill me with implore
Take me or break me, I don't care
Maybe love is everywhere

A war of words can settle charmed
My core's so black, you are unarmed
Need me or bleed me, I don't care
Maybe hearts just fling through the air

I'm your chameleon
What do you select?
I am thorny thing
That you can't forget

I'm the sure mimic to your mood
Relaxed, vengeful, somber and crude
Go or know, whatever you choose
Baby, I've got nothing to lose

Find me tender, find me untame
Amuse the dreams that call my name
Feel me or steal me, if you dare
Color me, pluck me from the air

I'm your chameleon
What do you select?
Be the end of reach
Or its resurrect

(c) Kay Irvin

Witchy Night

The wolfhounds pace near the fireside
And to the window's depth, they peer
They're restless as a phantom's bide
And stride the edginess that's here

This heightened feeling, the time comes
Count the lightning to thunder's roar
And crystal bright and pound of drums
Bear round the gable arch with pour

Chime sends a warn throughout the air
But arc bends dark to dark, threefold
The wolfhounds take to guard this lair
I wake the unknown and untold

This heightened feeling, time rages
Count the lightning to thunder's roar
Crystal bright, pound of drum wages
Numb bound this truth I can't ignore

It's time I feel
Do what you will

This long night, this place
Fills and circles a symphony
This space, this coldness
Chills me through with cruel tragedy
How your devilry crept, laughing
I was napping every sign
I feel your honeyed kiss, your touch
Press against flesh that isn't mine
The salt is bitter from my tears
While nectar is sweet on your tongue
I know I'm not the only one
And flows the circle's symphony
I feel your heart depart from me
My love's released from jaded stitch
My soul's seen you, night of the witch

(c) Kay Irvin

Friday, February 25, 2011

The Fiddler's Ghost

Spring lifts airy notes of gardenia
And mimosa blooms with feathered blush
Warm breezes sail atop the river
Days rustle to fragrant nights of hush

The weeping willow bends and dances
A thousand arms sway their silken vine
The fiddler stays and plays for hours
And he softly sings ... "My love is thine"

Summer settles into fiery trance
Melodic waters flow over moss
River current sprays dawn to dusk glint
Foaming rocks cascade billowy gloss

The weeping willow shelters with shade
Birds rest neath branches that twirl as twine
The fiddler stays and plays for hours
And he softly sings ... "My love is thine"

Autumn charm unfurls lush, rippling gold
Leaves turn crisp and blow across the stream
And Winter winks ice teardrops of frost
The willow weeps, chilled in drape of cream

Ladylove is among all seasons
Violin and euphony enshrine
And twin souls, to each, vow one design
And ghostly lore for true hearts align

The fiddler returns to river's edge
Where love's lady haunts its long shoreline
He stays and plays her song for hours
And she softly sings ... "Forever thine"

(c) Kay Irvin

Friday, February 18, 2011

Fade To Black

You wished my heart gone
Break can't be undone
What is left to love?
Sorrow veiled the sun

I'm the nasty salt
How you unleashed spite
You channeled venom
Sting beheld lost night

Cunning voices pry
Still, you strike to vent
What is left to love?
End was last torment

You have others inquire and they search my mind
What thoughts await their chatter ... what is left to find?

Your curiosity floats like cold, lightless hands
Wintry reach means nothing, from where it let hurt stand

And I don't know why you wonder about my life
When your steps took leave and you gave me unto the dark

It's a pity how someone can look so pretty
As they walk away
And that portrait stays
No colors return
Brightness can't come back
Fade to black
I fade
Fade to black

(c) Kay Irvin

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Music Box

Time is haunting and soft
Past is misty memory
I think what lingers loft
Carries very heart of me

I only wanted love
I hoped my wait was enough
Maybe I asked too much
And the music box echoes down the lane
Slowly playing with the rain
(wash away the pain, wash away the pain)

Days just don't feel quite right
Afternoons keep weary stream
Dusk taps to empty night
I can't find awake or dream

I only wanted love
I hoped my wait was enough
Maybe I asked too much
And the music box echoes down the lane
Slowly playing with the rain
(wash away the pain, wash away the pain)

I think what lingers loft
Carries very heart of me
And the music box echoes down the lane
Slowly playing with the rain

(c) Kay Irvin

Friday, February 11, 2011

One Hell Of A Ride

Friday night, hungry wolves descend fire-eyed
Dust spins and Hellbent motors growl to gather wide
Lights pierce the sky, crossing as jagged swords
Fierce steel rumbles and humble souls turn rising lords

Boys settle back, girls clad in black hold tight
Heaven's warm inside what's only yours, every night
Wheels of thunder burn rubber to the door
The week is past, it don't mean nothing anymore

Give me the night-tide, give me untamed stride
Give me my baby, by my side
Feast, song and friends
Give me good times before I'm done
And in the end, we'll say ... "wild was run"
No regrets and no memories denied
One Hell of a ride, One Hell of a ride

Beer will feel wicked, Southern Comfort kick
Youngbloods are we, tasting this life ... sweet, cool and quick
New ink, leather and faded jeans wield strong
You can look but better keep it where it belongs

It ain't a party 'til a fight breaks free
But pact of Brotherhood don't go down easily
Bond meets fist to fist, good times live for more
Drums pound as strings bend and guitar riffs scream with soar

Give me the night-tide, give me untamed stride
Give me my baby, by my side
Feast, song and friends
Give me good times before I'm done
And in the end, we'll say ... "wild was run"
No regrets and no memories denied
One Hell of a ride, One Hell of a ride

(c) Kay Irvin

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Valentine

Ever mine, ever gothic romantic
Graced paper lace and Winter violin
Frosted hearts wake frantic
(I keep you)
When the parlor light is slightest hue
I am elusive touch that sweeps your skin

Desire closed cold as frozen flowers
Ice kissed, wondering if love's saint forgot
Now home unfolds the hours
(I keep you)
When candles spindrift embrace anew
I am lyrical chill ... "forget me not"

Feel me, feel my eyes watching over you
Here and near, darling, ever connected
And you cannot hide, you are affected
I know you know (quivering, shivering)
There's no letting go, there's no letting go
Footsteps lead wait as whisper lifts dreaming
Soul screaming infinite, devoted pine
Ever mine, Eventide, Valentine

You are mine
Ever mine, Eventide, Valentine

(c) Kay Irvin

'And no one really knows
... the child who comes and goes'
(from Changeling - Kay Irvin)

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