april eileen henry:::the clove pages

2009-11-17T14:34:00.000-08:00

I keep on talking through hope
as the sirens are singing
I'm nursing a tumor, still unexplained.

I walk a while among the crowd,
my heart as heavy as my belly.
I hide both meticulously behind a scarf.
It wasn't ever my intention
to hide your existence from the world.
I knew you weren't mine to show off.
Our bond is naturally attenuating,
as you grow older all that will remain
between us is an apparition of gray matter.
My passion for you was to not bring you
into this world believing in a broken one.
I was passionate about you believing in love.
Knowing there is a happy grace and the sunshine
is a constant fractal.

I have this vision,
one day when you're all grown up.
You're perched upon a fire escape,
somewhere far away.
It's Moon River you're singing,
I'm singing the same tune.
I will never forget that picture.
I have all the love in the world for you,
even as our faces evaporate into the air
when we think of one another.

To me, you're Dylan 6 inches tall.
But to them,
to them, you are the world Nicholas.
The long stretch of road,
and yes, they're driving all the way
to the horizon for you.

Spring Sesh part 1.

2009-03-29T02:53:00.000-07:00

You say I'm your Simon & Garfunkel,
I found Bob Dylan and the blues in you.
Walking down the street
your harmonica wailing,
guitar strumming.
I smoke a cigarette trippin' on my thoughts
& your music accompanies my rhythym and blues.

I knew the blues in other things before I met you.
You showed me another level of love.
Shots of tequila in your kitchen,
our words roll off the tongue.
My dreamboat singing 'Earth Angel'

Driving down your streets &
our -- or atleast my heart insindiary and all that jazz...

When the doors were closed and all the world was asleep
you rocked my world.
All the shagging and endless melodies,
tossing and turning tangled in eachothers dreams.

With you Orion shined bright inside of me.
The album is on repeat,
dancing here in the garage.
The beat banging madly through my body.
Were classic rock, me in my sundress and glow.
You linger there as you spiral into the sky.

dear sir or mister the moon...

2009-03-18T22:24:00.000-07:00

why is this, we start to kiss
and your thoughts of me unravel
and fall so quickly?
we have too much history to be
fucking around like this.

what did i miss when you had me
tounge-tied and dreamy?
feelin' so groovy,
i never knew it could come and go so fast.

I dance under your spell
glowing above us
shining in all your brilliance
for the world to see
giving me the best nights sleep,
allowing me to dream very far away.

while the crickets chirp and
the frogs ribbit i let the twinkling
symphony given to me by the stars
touch my every sense,
keepin' a warm fire burned lovely
in my soul.

oh, naked sky, you're such a flirt
making love to my sight
i wanna touch you baby
but you won't let me
so i might as well fall asleep.

i talk in my sleep a tale of love
a black and white classic if you wish
i let my words fly about...
'baby, you know you would not be
coming around anymore if it
weren't for all the shagging.
remembering the days you'd
pick me up in your car
and no, we weren't going
for a night on the town..'

now pull up a seat near your
favorite stars and watch the slides
roll by,
come on up to the sky
watch your dreams or telenovella
between orion and the big dipper.

To Bobby Dylan

2009-02-16T02:39:00.000-08:00

Lovebirds are the reason
these songs keep getting sung
and our hearts keep beating
gently along with the drum.
when your soul starts to hum.
your mind is in the clouds,
and your thoughts come undone
'cause you finally found the one.

and now youre singing your love song
to the one that shines your aura bright.
and you play it for him
under a beautiful starry night.

and you swear that it's magic
'cause now youre swimming in a dream.
and you're tapping your toe to his song,
and spinning about in a dance
to find you've been floating all along.

waking up fresh in the morning
with that dream still on your tounge
tangled in his arms
with his song still on your lips.
you get up and walk into the sunshine
with the dance still on your hips.

now both your song and mine
will grow tall with the trees
and we'll drink some more wine.
just like lovebirds flying freely with ease.

~~~
Love, April

April on: Dancing...

2009-02-16T02:36:00.000-08:00

dancing is moving your body,
sculpting it into a work of art;
and for the love of art
move to your hearts content.

make your veins sparkle inside
with the melody of the music.
tap and twirl and kick-ball-change
let your soul free.

one for the books...

2009-02-09T23:50:00.001-08:00

our wine bottle collected dust
i saved it for us
it sat hidden in a secret place
i saved it for the day i would see your face
never did i think i'd drink it all by myself
sitting by the phone waiting for you to call.
i can't even look at the roses in the vase
you mix with the shadows
now you're face has been erased...

[chorus:]
singing oh, my melody is broke
an' im starting to choke on my cigarette smoke.
well the wine has been drunk up and my head is spinning
and the ripples that we feel amount to nothing real.
----

i dialed your phone
when the bottle was empty
and all i heard were your silly songs...
oh what a lonely day,
now i got the blues
im plastered in bed
and im without you.

[repeat chorus twice]

the love passed us by.

2009-01-24T18:20:00.000-08:00

in the dark alley we stood.
the lighter turning on my cigarette
was the only glow we saw.
i shouted drunk off whiskey
i shouted my souls worried thoughts.
afraid of losing a love,
or an illusion of love was torturing my heart.
i tried to flirt with the idea that i was only being silly.
in the back of my mind, though,
it pierced me in the heart,
the knowledge that we didn't belong.

i needed to leave,
and i needed to leave fast.
bid farewell to my vision of our love.
how can we fill this empty canvas--
how can we paint a picture of us
when my paintbrush is the only one moving?

the stars i talked to back in the day
when our future was darker than tonight.
i see it clearly now.
clinging to you,
the idea of you.
i guess this is my cue
to get up and out of here.
leaving this blurry vision
in my head up to fate.
i digress, lighting another cigarette,
putting on hold the fact
that it just isn't you.

I doodled a dream
and slurred it to you in my whiskey speak.
it was a dream only meant for sleep and nothing more.
we were always the sleeping kind anyway.

i felt as though, this love that never glowed
had passed in my sleep.
i woke up still high from my dream.
our love never left these walls.

our past is a starry night,
hey, daytime has to come soon...

in this dark alley we still stand,
full of fog.
i know tomorrow i will wake up
and it will be gone alltogether.
our love that grew dwindled away into the night.

Mass. Street Blues

2009-01-24T18:12:00.001-08:00

the midnight sky
is full of stars,
while you were off
contemplating mars...

i left my heart in
Lawrence, KS.
My soul feels unsure
as I watch the stars
fall from the sky.
I wish more than anything
for this feeling of home
to return to me.
This season twirls in my head.
I make snow angels
on the flatland
and blow kisses to the
infinite plain.
I sit here,
twirling my hair
around my fingers
in the grass.
Dreaming about my open heart
in the city filled with wonder.
To join me in this city,
selling your soul
and dreams for two bucks a pop.
To join you, in L-Town,
where dreams flow freely
and your soul is always open.

That's where my heart is.
Smiling as wide as Clinton Lake.
The only forbidden soul is the
gate to Stull Cemetary.

Still, there is love here.
Though it's interrupted now
by the glitz and the glamour.

Above the mountains
or walking the infinite plain...
I'd rather be walking.

a baby blurb...

2009-01-24T18:11:00.001-08:00

always close your eyes to
dream at night with
a contented heart...

untitled - fall 2006

2008-08-21T01:08:00.000-07:00

there is thunder, but no rain.
clouds a rustic dream,
the night, an eerie color
whose wind carries a maniacal feeling.
the marrow of my bones
ache at the sadness of the sky
where gods and goddesses
lament about their power.
measuring strength through each lightning bolt.
while i lay here,
so possessed by the sounds,
a mixture of sighs and darkness.
light,
lightning
where has the magic gone?
the water drops, more violent
souls come in strong on a night like this.
smiles are declined,
but not forever lost.
the leaves shiver,
relying on a mood,
just another day.
it's the same reliance that keeps
this thread untangled.
illusions to keep me company.

his fear lays at the foot of my bed,
so well read and mysterious.
it consumes my mind into a false reality.
no, i don't want to leave you,
i'll carry you with me always.
if somehow i do not return,
you will never be gone.
our emotion is much too strong.

Our Record

2008-08-21T00:44:00.000-07:00

my effervescent dream
of beauty and Buddha;
of love and ever evolving shadows.
your ripple has no form.
as you shout
'were connected, you see?!'
well, be that as it may, baby
but i'm only as connected to you
as i am to the music playing loudly on the speaker.
it's somethin' beautiful
that plays over and over
again in my head.
teasin' my thoughts,
tappin' my toe,
and wiggling my hips.

the beat that accompanies
the words that i write.
the love,
still under covers at the end of the night.
the records starts to skip
and i begin to wonder...
where is the music going?
where are we going?
the record spins,
you drop the pin,
we listen to our song...

Love Song #1

2008-08-16T22:27:00.001-07:00

For now I'll close my book
where all my thoughts are kept.
I keep repeating myself,
a question mark hangs over my head.
My soul is still spinning
from the first night we met.
It spun a beautiful song and dance,
and now it spins in doubt.
A new day begins,
and again without you.
How long 'til I realize
it's not me you're looking for.
The butterflies that danced
inside my heart and stomach
have danced their way on out.
It hasn't been the same since the waterfall.
Your face is in the shadows,
with our love and music.
Passion is unfinished,
leaving this song at
...

Love Song #2

2008-08-16T22:17:00.000-07:00

I don't want to figure it out,
I would like,
if I may to lay alone with you.
You don't have to talk,
just lay by my side.
I know I may lay alone,
with you in my head.
I know what I feel,
I want to lay with you in the flesh.
Though you sit there coldly,
sipping on your tea.
I know a lot is in there,
but you won't tell me.
So I'll smoke my cigarette here
to pass the time.
Maybe see an old friend of mine,
I'll slur my drunken speech
to my guitar I play for you always.
My heart for you is in darkness,
and I'm damn near out of words
to say to you...
I'll stand at your doorstep today,
the word of love is universal,
I will tell you the word today.
But for now I will sit,
and lay alone with you in my head
and think of the word I will say to you.

Love Song #3

2008-08-16T22:10:00.000-07:00

Babe I know,
but I've got no clue.
Life dealt you cold,
leavin' you blue.
Soundin' old,
baby I'll be here with you.

Loved the nights
under your spell
baby, you've got rights
so please do tell.

Windows are open,
it's hot as hell.
Let your words
wrap around in your hair.

Weave them through,
leave it to me
I'll do you right,
as good as I can be.

My words to you,
they linger in the air.
Will they reach you someday?
Honey, I don't know.
Send you a letter
to show you love,
I'll be there.

Spending our nights
at the park
Day after day
it's getting dark.
Play your song,
play it all night long.

Reveal your thoughts,
baby tell 'em to me.

Love the way you speak,
love your smile,
love the way you make me weak,
and I love your style.
But I don't love the way
you're leavin' me here in the dark.

Just a Doodle.

2008-08-16T21:17:00.000-07:00

My mind is a butterfly.
It flies right by,
this is a ramble,
my guitar plays by itself.
Jeepers is my heart.
I strum along,
my thoughts
flutter by and play
you a song.
A butterfly song,
'cause I forgot what it was
I was thinking.
But it flies right by.
Minding my own tune.
Over somewhere near the moon.

Beat-Beat-BeatniK.

2008-08-16T21:13:00.000-07:00

Jacks always in a mood,
but a cool mood.
Allen's got personality,
while Bill practices his aim.
Neal only wants to go
-further-.
I saw Ferrlinghetti on Haight
just the other day.
C. Bukowski on his
drunk up soapbox, he professes,
'I was Born Into This...'
Kesey was higher than the stars.
Beat-Beat-BeatniK.

Spirits, you've got 'em.

2008-08-16T21:00:00.000-07:00

I used to wish I was a
Native American;
Headress at the pow-wow.
The show goes on
with eminate improvisation.
The epic kiss, war cries,
goodbye.
Showtune curls,
lavender smoke paints the sky
in the nearly empty backlot. -Zoot suit hats,
the great tragedy,
The scene rolls by,
the masterpiece music shines
an immaculate fire in the
hearts of us all.
Intermission is here,
changing into Romeo's finest...
now about the war.
Those warmen,
gathering like wasps at sea.
The Native Americans were right...
what human being
says land should be owned? -
The Dharma Karma meditates above
your silly dream.
The five-&-dime store clerk
offers up a smile,
says
'smiles are on the house!'
The girl with the music always in her,
she sings to you in the skylight tonight.
Were all holy gestures,
blowing in the wind.
She sings by the fire,
with all the music she's got in her.

People-watching, briefly.

2008-08-16T20:21:00.000-07:00

As I sit here today, the ones that I see.
A mess of smiles and you without.
We sit there in tranquility,
not a single word spoken
and I begin to think...

They sit there, peaceful.
Foreheads bulging with knowledge.
Some walk, graceful.
An almost airy presence of beauty abroad.
Often with an inner battle,
the angry man grins with pride.
All souls are holy, lonely, and dark.
The few who sleep,
and those forever dimly lit.
Though the awakened overpower the dark,
and in light they dwell.