Adoration


Princess

Her soul shines amidst the dark tone
Of her raven locks and deep eyes
To cast a pure and complete warmth,
Which might draw a man from desperate cries
To a world of new heights and hopes,
An air this boy has never known
Since he fell and has had to cope
With the twisted time he has spent alone.

Aye – a true vision to value
While most senses here are so subdued,
Her face had me heed all those thoughts
I had formerly feared and fought
So honest
Was I too bold to know to stop,
Or did I try to feel too much,
So sensitive
For I was told she reigned atop
As a Princess always to adore.

She's called the Princess in her palace –
Duly so for her fine form soars
Through the minds of men whom be lured
To see the wonder of what she is.

The smile by which I was so graced
Helped me from my quite forlorn place
And altered the sense that chose the way
I led to bring me to this stage,
Which does little to soothe the rage,
That stems from my well guarded stay,
Despite the madness I've been told,
Donna gave me a sense so lovely to hold.


RVM (7/21/89)


For Joy

I see the sea serve its role
What tide it takes
The waves will exchange so whole
What will it wakes,
But her sight and sound befall
What urges one speaks
Of man that cares just to call
What his heart seeks
Joy

I hear the waves crash the shore
To wash the sand
Of past and poor thoughts or lore
To let me stand
How she had approached and passed
To have me host
Great realms of regret amassed
To rue me most

Extending to touch the thought
Would levy cost,
Admitting the failure fought
Would embrace loss,
Denying defeat lie lands
Would erode will,
But holding her peace in hand
Would rest one still
With Joy

Pursuits pain my poor path for peace
If spirits care
For faith fixes my fears beneath
If humble stare,
But blessed be brought her brow
If visions try
The sense of sights so allowed
If honest vie
For Joy

I wear the shame well despite
The vacant place
The chill my soul does invite
The empty face
I try so to fill and fall
For Joy
The sacred say
For Joy
And build high above what walls
For Joy
The cursed do pray
For Joy


RVM (8/06/2000)


Awaiting her Entrance

The floor follows feet from the door
Each entrance obliges all the guests
Who arrive at time allowed pours
Awaiting a face for wants best.

What the vision values be said
By watchers wed to gamblers' eyes
That heed how fantasies are fed
Are brought the dreams that they surmise.

What occurs are all then attuned when
She places herself between the pages
Turned to spaces sought by some often
A feeling few men ever engage.

But each open of the door plays
A note not heard by the piece played
To quell hopes had by some displays
That bore fine fruit for her display.

The air stills to seek her form
For any sign of a stride towards
A door open to perform
The rules that their hope awards.


Robert Vincent Mallouk (9/26/08)


Spellbound

Sell that spell you sing so well
About the belle
Who woke a want once distant
Every instant,
Would you wonder when left lone
What was not known
If she should bless being here
As true a tear?

Such is said whose temper befits
Those of weaned wits
Which seek relief from pursued
But broken views,
Be they barked in anguished need
Or painful bleeds
That could be cleansed by the thought
Which some were taught.

Do dispel all teasing as should
One think one would
Find favor in her blessed eyes,
Could hope supply,
Or exist lamely to list
While pains persist
In winds that wish for the time
Desire defines.

I admit I ducked the chance
To share a dance,
While her wonder would still serve,
If I deserved,
To reward my mind with what
Left me free but
Always aiming to stem the ache
I never faked.


RVM (12/07/08)


An Invitation

If it be, might Miss Marks
Care to share a seat
Upon the scene that I hark
To when we did meet,
But for fear had I then shrank
From dumb to numb where
The blessing rare bore great thanks
Not afraid to dare.

The face fashioned to project
Your subtle look pure
Could quench my spell of rejects
That keep away cures
To this role symbolized by
The uncertain stares
And pats the back learns with sighs
To accept with wear.

If approaches as this defy
The proof you portray,
Could simple a soul as I
Confess all I pray
Denied by no one
But choice of the Christened place
That your beauty won.


RVM (10/23/08)


Requesting a Blessing

Such a beautiful spirit, you
Bless this body so very true
That he wakes when hearing your
Gorgeous voice vow to restore
An ideal that thoughts follow
To leave me less to wallow.

But without the balanced will
To break the molds unfulfilled,
I have hidden behind keys
That speak cares which the words free,
But might I venture to ask
If in your company I might bask?

May the week close this Friday,
Dining where your sight stuck my way
And aroused fancies and fears,
Around which I tried to steer,
But I never wanted escape
From the feeling you did drape.

I think half past six reserves
A table to richly deserve
The pure bounty your presence
Should offer chasing the essence
Few enjoy unless they see
How heated passions for you be.


RVM (2/03/09)


The Lure

Turn a page for absent adieu
Left neither near nor within view
For befallen beaus to contend
With what penance some pretend.

Dose detached ones with sullied dreams
Of touching to what humans mean
By remaining part of a race
To release such a soul defaced.

Let admired attempts to share or shake
The defeat done to bridges that break
Make more tried the truth one must ask
Of oneself if he ever shed his mask.

Come debate each dirge you now hear
Ring through minds much more dark than clear
To test sense not right but secure
That he will always find a lure.

And chase choices that are never made
Through the thought that tests waters weighed
By those taken with what forgot
To tell him just what is his lot.

But some open while most do shut,
And those blessings bestow a "but"
So...