Alan Roemer
Crystalline Flame
Masculine chords streaming uncorked,
This forceful shield, the pull push magnet,
Plies over lips surveying the harmony path.
Share you, our love our, you share.
Twining twin lanes merged like french kisses,
Divine empowering belief, braiding separations,
Release overflowing bold Feminine.
Copyright © 2011 Alan Roemer
Silently, we seek a path made of us and interests, color and hue.
Forlorn songs sad and disposed with only a browning melody, why so old?
Patience like paper to fade and glory of lives meant true.
Pioneers of fate, the first fallen snow, and its story then told.
Glistening like a thousand stars strewn about the ocean floor amongst the sand.
Up into the higher currents and breaking the day of loves blue air.
Rays of rays and warming hands welcoming a new land.
And up on up we grew on up, just to wonder what was there.
To try and fail and fail again and try to try once more.
To learn of things never known, this way fails not in time.
We have to see and make it be, bravely step through the door.
Till one day without a thought our skills and ways all begin to rhyme.
But when we grow and become our own, looking just at we.
The us that was we when us was begins to change to then.
Our ways become lost and fighting starts, you are not with me.
And I am now alone, completely alone again.
Copyright © 2004 Alan Roemer
Angel’s Unspoken Words
Blessed sensuality embodying love's unspoken words.
The softness touches like a magical brush painting pleasure.
Your fingers journeying greater heights of unknown awareness.
Reaching secret points of ecstasy hidden behind inhibitions.
If angels whispered in my ear sweetness incarnate I would have something to compare the lyricism of you to.
Pouring forth on gentle rivers of joy, entwining like vines of love.
Brilliant inspiration climbs my spine, of your thoughts new excitement.
Never before being felt, held aloft, brought a sense of serenity.
Under your caress I bathe openly before my own satisfaction.
If angels brought me gifts of purest heaven's blessing I would have something to compare the rapture of you to.
Plush lips pressing mine sending vivid chords of love through my heart.
Feelings of passion squeeze at my arms and chest, back and neck.
Desire urging blood to rise, your heat becomes overwhelming.
Racing breaths drowned by love's unspoken words leave only soft moans.
And if angels carried me high on wings of silk, bathed me in ambrosia and essence of life, then, I would have something to compare the euphoria of you to.
Copyright © 2004 Alan Roemer
Lost at Feeling
Shadowing the sands of a storm, never resting, dynamic and alive.
Like a living, thinking creature within my heart and mind.
And the winds bringing the storm blow from down the hills, down from you.
Worrying over things I have no power to control, a child trying to move the sun.
Begging for shelter or the love of times only too true for this false land.
Like the trees bending and crying to the storms rage, my feelings have their own
senses, their own dreams.
The sands sting repeatedly on my naked soul threatening to render it tattered and
scorned.
When I open my eyes to find myself and vainly spy what love may be, they are burned
raw and left bloody, with no sight at all.
As I reach out to feel for anything to secure me, my hands go numb from
hundreds of needles skewering my flesh.
No strength to walk, I crawl with so much lack of pride as love whistles by
calling my name allusively behind the gale.
I cry out for sanity, my God please deliver me, my mouth too dry cracks and bleeds.
Overwhelmed by the storms life I rage and fight whatever I can imagine might be
there in the nothingness.
All the while never even living but only lost in my dark and sad dreams.
In the concerts cessation the calmness is so deafening and so maddening, my mind
stays quiet and still, afraid of what might be out there.
My heart, its curiosity never daunted or quenched, beats its search…
What is this?
Are we ok?
There doesn’t seem to be anything out there.
Are the monsters gone?
Is the storm done?
Did we find any answers?
I’m scared… nothing seems to have changed.
I want to go home.
From a distance unheard a faint echo of answers tease again.
A soft breeze, like my mother’s caress, brushes my heart.
My feelings are hurt, aching, torn to shreds by life’s storm.
I want to know where I am going, where I came from.
I want my feelings to be safe and protected from the pain of insanity.
Yet there are answers out there, somewhere within the storm.
And I will never grow up until I find those answers.
But I’m scared… everything seems to have changed.
I’m not sure where here might be, nor understand the signs.
I am scared, and I am tired, and I am hurt, and I am dying.
I am old, and I want to go home.
Copyright © 2010 Alan Roemer
Just so...
Wild senses presenting uncertain things
Bent and straightened choice clings
Barked, walled off, broken rings
I’m just crying so you’ll notice.
Running, in circles, running indoors
Chasing and fleeing what is yours
Like every tide at waters shores
I’m just hiding so you’ll see me.
Sheltered features and hidden eyes
Portrait neither truth nor lonesome lies.
They fear grayscale rainbow skies.
I’m just dirty so you’ll clean me.
A stripped soul exposed and burning
Wanting, needing, unknown, yearning
Overcoming, finding the path, learning
I’m just screaming so you’ll hear me.
Guarded lace, beauty in chains of steel
No fear, naked senses more so real
Always forward up, always feel
I’m just running so you’ll chase me.
Standing against the sunset shine
Dreaming of believing in a maybe sign
Murmuring doubt in the combine
I’m just in here so you’ll join me.
Copyright © 2010 Alan Roemer
That Biting Ripping Righteous Something
That taste of blister sweetness
Biting along the dotted line
Ripping upon my amorousness
Righteous and blue divine.
Something anxious, alert the bold
Surges extending amplified alive
Believe that love love it told
Relish your steps as you arrive.
Don't hide out but be the square
The rhythm like the dude abides
It is truth that takes you there
And for good or bad come the tides.
Tranced veiled against the sunrise
Warm Mother's word on my heart
Dancing the best part of disguise
One with oneself never a part.
Dive inNo sin
Just want
Just begin.
Believe and live alive.
Deliberately.
Copyright © 2010 Alan Roemer
Don't Mind the Einstein
Catastrophic string theory
You are why I pertain
To this disturbed membrane
Tears stream so dreary.
Cosmic mistrust lists
And sad sand grains
Countless untold pains
For ever inertial bliss.
A sea no, where a sea
Was a lost and darkened
Crying reaching harkened
Only science was privy.
And dark matter shines on
A breast and striding with
Galaxies like proven myth
Mass entendre and graviton.
Copyright © 2010 Alan Roemer
Scaffold
Shaking hands, tremored, wise, reaching towards the then,
Carve out my hopes of dreams, desires, my karma vision and ken.
The binding tempered, strengthened bone, pinned inside my spine,
Bolsters my courage, bouyed in fear's deep ocean, balasting resign.
Copyright © 2011 Alan Roemer
Chastened Petrification
There's a shame chewing on my bones.
Wretched hate raping my unknowns.
Blistering my mind with raging unkind.
Stinking drunken love roil disinclined.
The sands blow away like dried tears.
My bite marks bleed forgetting fears.
Torn bars of pleading incarceration.
And all my dreams brave immolation.
Copyright © 2011 Alan Roemer
At The Center
Lies like bricks.
Crusty dirt to bash in heads.
The deepest crater.
You at the center.
Wishes you were never sent.
Broken over hell's awning.
Burnt and frozen like all eyes.
You at the center.
Collapse rituals, trudge alone.
Bury the shiv, broken cross.
Coldly roaming another man's won't.
You die at the center.
Copyright © 2011 Alan Roemer
