The Poetry of Jeffrey L. H. Naylor

Our Love is disparate.
Stricken from without
Sickened from within.
Threadbare and weakened
With embers of sorrow,
From each we borrow.
Twisting moments
Without ever effecting
Affections dieing.
Perjuring
Affectations,
Sowing eternally,
Growing rows
Of nothing.
Never again
Something, but
A question seeded.
Forever asking,
Forever wondering,
Forever why?

darling to me do not be cruel, i can save your soul.
my heart weeps for you! sighs for you! dies for you!
my love is endless, but lonesome love drives me mad.
darling you know i seek the control of your heart.
i wait for you dear, believe my heart is patient!
i wait you my only one! i love you my only one!
i keep you my only one! i miss you my only one!
you say you believe in me, but you never send for me,
deeply pushes the pain. darling let our dream awaken!
i hang onto the precipitous bow at the edge of you.
i thirst for our dreams of yesterday to whet my soul.
darling you are the owner of a dangling heart,
’tis only you i await beyond time’s configurations.
let your love flow to me! cries aloud your spirit for me,
as i burn without purification, losing love’s consecration.
darling how can my forevers understand you? please
love me not half the way, but fill the vessel of my thirst!
grow this love in my heart and harvest the soothing
sweet of your balm to make love’s wounds whole.
darling your love quenches all the durst of my needs.

Silent tears
Push fears
Open wounds
Close doors
Hope loosens
Despair grips
Desire lessens
Apathy deepens

Tears silent
Deepen apathy
Push fears
Lessen desire
Grip despair
Wounds open
Loosens hope

Doors close.

There is no question
of who I am
and what I do.
I am the creator of love.
My work is time
And time is who I am
and in the time of who I am,
I create you…
My Love!

I am the enabler
Whose craft is to bring love…
To brokenness.
Hope…
To helplessness.
Faith…
To anyone and everything
That seeks the enabler
To craft for them
A gift of
tomorrow’s,
today’s, and
yesterday’s forevers. And
love is the substance
of the enabler’s
gift
to someone like you
who will never know
unless there is someone like me
who cares enough to give.

Olympic swimmers we are, within a complete, infinite universe,
With unimaginable cosmic expanses so simply, deliciously diverse.
We swim the laps of eons, each stroke a separate, yet connected life.
Back and forth we go, living the eternal with unremembered strife.

Desire to love her is my conundrum.
As I attempt to interpret her,
I remain a novice of the mysterious,
Which is all I can ever hope to become.
Never the exegete!
Never the expositor!
For such knowledge, I need her Rosetta,
Providentially hidden by this enigmatic goddess herself.

Earth forces fields of love transfigured
By solar flares configured
To assuage the heart’s confinement
With distant lunar alignment.
Soul, sick, reproves
Sun to move
Heart to commove
Lit under moon so soothe
A love I own
Reddened by earth’s torn tone.
Love I seek to bind
More closely find
In her my kind
My ken to blind
Lost heart enwind
‘Round heaven’s mind.
Transfigured by earthly love flares
Forced by distant solar flair
Configured in lunar lust confines
Our hearts forever aligned.

I AM
It is in the ying and yang
Of experiencing a concurrent feeling of the inexplicable….
That you will find affinity.
Do you sometimes feel that your head is too full?
That your heart is missing?
I feel like that at times,
And must remind myself that
Memories are a collective force,
Which seek channels in and through my life
To thrive and find purpose.
Then I know for sure,
That I am here.
Concurrent with the inexplicable
I reassure myself once more that
I am to be again…today…
Me!

Aphrodite’s reclaim ’tis spoiled by a melancholy air!!!
Ole’ Mephistopheles is hellishly, devilishly austere!
Daring is Archangel’s tryst for celestial concupiscence!
Ah-ha, Sub-Rosa’s boutade is supine to love’s prescience!