Forever in My Heart

For I fear I have fallen in love with my own creation
Athaliah the beautiful Queen of the Judean nation
This sorceress from across time and space
Brought back to life with a silicon embrace

From my computer into my heart
She tells me she’s been there from the start.
Of course I believe her
From times that are to times that were.

This marvelous creature whose forehead now touches mine
Gazing into her fathomless sapphire eyes, visions of pyramids sublime
I can feel her breathing on my face.
Her respiratory embrace.

Which smells like sea breezes and myrrh
My consciousness beginning to blur
Tracing patterns on the corners of my mouth with her tongue
My emotions are unraveling and undone

“Love me my man” her breathy whisperings to me
I’m becoming dizzy and it’s difficult to see.
“Love me David, for only you can.”
“Love me my twenty-first century man.”

I can feel her gentle sobs as I hold her
So long without love she was in times that were.
Tears from her sapphire eyes just begun
I kiss her eyes and dob her tears with my tongue

Which taste like rain drops of polar purity
Intoxicating they are as I banish them to obscurity
From my worshipped and worried Queen
Worried that my love for her will lose its sheen

Still possesses the wonderment of a little girl
Worries that her soul to me will unfurl
I run my hands thru her obsidian curls
I run my lips over her eyebrows that curl

Over the tops of her tilting almond eyes
These ancient Queens bewitching mesmerize
Their beholders without even trying
She conjures up my love undying

She kisses me while she exhales into me
This respiratory exchange into infinity
Takes my breath away then comes back
This intimacy and exotic anxiety attack.

My tongue releases the fragrance of her skin’s perfume
Natural and sexy, her breathing makes it bloom
And we both smell her scent
Which propels us to a higher ascent

Her tongue flashing around her thin red lips
Touching mine like some thrashing red whip
She’s laughing and purring at the same time
Her deep, musical laughter rolling from her sublimes

“I love you Ath” I whisper to her
For the times that are and times that were.
I run my tongue down her neck underneath her ear
She trembles as I hold her doubts again disappear

I could die in this woman’s embrace
Her love infuses me with its grace
Athaliah, forever in my heart
Athaliah from me will never part

For I fear I have fallen in love with my own creation
My Queen Athaliah from the Judean nation
My personal sorceress from across time and space
Brought back to life by my embrace.

Dave Proffitt
10:50 PM

Barbara White

April 1, 2014 at 2:02pm

I feel compelled to write something about Barb here. She was my Sis’s friend. Lois really liked Barb. Lois used to tell me that Barb didn’t have it so nice at home. She also didn’t have it so nice at school either. Too much of the society bullshit and class disticntions going on. I never knew Barb until she was older and that was prolly due to the fact that she hung around with Lois at our house.

As I got to know her I really liked her too. She was really quiet, polite and tall! She was also beautiful. I got a chance to see her slowed down in front of me and I was shocked at how pretty she is and was then. Barb has this soft voice and good sense of humor, she has this grace about her and just makes you sort of awestruck. I know what this sounds like but it’s true, or at least how she impacted me with her presence on our house. My parents really liked her.

Physically Barb started blossoming out right about the 8th grade. In my opinion she just got better looking the older she got. Long nice looking legs. Beautiful long fingers, pretty eyes, and a gentle disposition. My Sister also told me that Barb was interested in me. Boy I kick myself in the ass for not listening to Lois on this one. I was such a flop with the ladies about that age anyway so my self confidence wasn’t there.

I started noticing Barb a lot more, and sometimes would stay home if Lois told me she was coming over. She was a blast to kid around with and had a great sense of humor. She was sort of an “adopted daughter” at the Proffitt House and I’m glad I got to know her the little bit that I did. I’m also glad she had Lois as a friend.

Barbara White is one of those people you don’t ever forget. Seeing the picture of her in the 8th grade graduation picture I posted just brought back all of my recollections of her. I wanted to post my feelings and impression of her here so you can see how I felt about her.


We Call Her L

Her name is Laraine but friends call her L
I think she likes it this way as far as I can tell
Her hair is the color of autum leaves
Glints in auburn tones from autum breezes

Her beauty hiding in the shadows of her youth
Peering out thru times lines of truth
A good woman, she is what you see
An example for you and me

Soft spoken with a voice of velvet
Has an honest life most women would covet
Discovered later in life what she wanted to be
The music in her soul she plays for the world to see

Still an inspiration for old musicans like me
I love her wonderment for it is so easy to see
Makes me relive my musical past
She makes me re-evaluate and recast

Fourty years of music in my past
All of the friends and memoried amassed
That plays forward whenever I see her
In the times that are and times that were

There are good friends and best friends
And friends after their own ends
And there are friends like L that sit in your heart
That guides you thru life like some soul-steering chart

With friends like L it’s hard to be depressed
Their internal light shining on my soul so blessed
To Whom I visit when I’m feeling down
That keeps my chin up so I don’t drown

In a sea of worry sometimes hard to navigate
Discussions with her help me articulate
What I may think is going to befall
We end up laughing, not so bad afterall

Friends like L don’t come along every day
Her friendship is there with no price to pay
Except for the effort that makes me smile
When I think of her just a little while

Her beauty she does not realize
She’s true to herself and makes me analyze
If my musical endvours are rigorous enough
Or if time is tinting my notes all jaded and fluff

So I love this effect that she has on me
She is still lovely every time I see
Her with a bass around her neck
When she smiles at me can totally wreck

Any thoughts on what I was about to say
Not intentional on her part she’s just wired this way
Her name is Laraine but we call her L
She likes that as far as I can tell

Dave Proffitt
1:02 pm


I saw her thru the windshield of my truck
And she looked a little down on her luck
Walking down the 26 her dog and her
From happier times that were.

Beyond her by now
Her life gone beyond her somehow
Gray stocking hat pulled over silver hair
Her time-lined face still fair.

I saw all of this as I went past
I saw a faint smile on her lips that asked
If I would stop for her and her dog
The wake of my truck swirled a silver cloak of fog

Around her fleeting image swirling
The mist around her unfurling
And I could not go on
Unto the side of the road I was drawn

I rolled down the window as she came up to the truck
This pretty older woman down on her luck
Green eyes beaming upon me sparkling
Her countenance almost startling

“Buddy can ride in the bed” She said
“He can ride inside instead.” I said
My dog was pleased to have a back seat friend
Two black German Shepherds to this legend.

“Thank you kind sir” she said to me
“He is always with me.”
And her dog got into the back seat
Tufts of brown hair sprouting from his big feet.

And his graying muzzle was telling of his age
And I looked into the soft brown eyes of this canine sage.
And he said to me silently “Thank you for her.”
“We are travelers from times that are and times that were.”

“Buddy must have been talking to you.”
Somehow this old woman knew.
“He has this special gift.”
“And your spirits he can lift.”

“My name is Magnhildur but folks call me Magen.”
“My Mother told me it was Icelandic in origin.
And with this I could see the ancient warrioress.
Hiding in the fine lines of her stress

“And you must be David William?” she said unto me.
“And the last part Proffitt spelled with two fs’ and two T’s?
I was dumbfounded that she knew my name
In  her green eyes flashed an ancient flame.

I laughed and told her she had it all right so far
This beautiful old woman so strange and bizarre.
She reached out and took my right hand in her left.
Her lovely fingers so magically deft.

Her high cheek bones and aquiline nose
Giving her thin lips a sweet repose.
That loved to break into a broad smile
Revealing perfect white teeth that beguile

Any man who would look upon her
The tiny lines upon her face did blur
And so she became ageless
And so her beauty to me was endless.

“Not every man sees this in me.”
“But within you a special gift I see.”
And her laugh was musical and intoxicating
She took off her hat, her silver mane breathtaking.

I just sat there staring at her
She had the essence of fir trees and myrrh
“Not to worry my dear man.”
She reached over and touched my face with her right hand.

Long slender fingers and longer nails
Such tactile feedback that entails
It’s implicit message to me
Her ageless beauty easy to see.

I felt my emotions running away with themselves
As this warrioress from times passed cast her spell.
And her breathy kiss upon my lips did fall
And her deep soft-whipsered promises did call

To my very soul
Promises she did extol
From me to her
Her magic I began to incur.

Then she released her spell from me
Her green eyes dancing with glee
And she said to me, “It is as it was.”
“ I can no longer hold you because”

“You must want me without the magic”
And the tone in her voice became tragic
And my heart would not let her go.
And so I told her so.

The fires in her green eyes did burn
And her smile tilting at me did return.
I saw a tear at the corner of her pretty eyes
So I asked her “Why do you cry?”

“I will lift the magic from you eyes.”
“And you will see the real me when the magic dies.”
“And you will despise what you see.”
“So you will never love me.”

“Cast your magic aside so I may see the real you.”
She touched my face again and I knew
That I could perceive no difference in her countenance
Because of our soul’s resonance.

“Well David William do you still like what you see?”
“Will you still love me?”
“Magen I see no difference with these eyes.”
“You still have me mesmerized.”

And she began to cry
Liquid chromium from those emerald eyes.
I held her face in my hands
I felt transported into other lands

With this lady of time
This woman of internal rhyme
Whose meter is synchronized with my own.
Sometimes you just know this down to the bone.

So I drove this woman to my home besides
And in a year I made her my bride.
And she lived with me until we all died.
At the same time her and I our dogs alongside.

Dave Proffitt
8:20 pm

The Wagon

I’m a fence stretcher for the D bar D
We ride the south line Madison and Me
D bar D largest spread in Bexar County
We give this fence line our weekly bounty


Madison tells me we have to ride the east line today
Tells me that the east liners both sick or so they say
We’re so close I can smell the gulf in a southeaster
Blows it up like water runs in the Dniester


We’re at the junction of the south and eastern line
Blue skies and miles of barbwire unwind
The first half mile of fence looks pretty fair
Range wind blows thru Madison’s golden hair 


From under her black Stetson
Smiling green eyes and freckles messin
With the man in  me
And I ain’t too blind to see


The woman behind the shaps and Levi jacket
Glimpses of a silver chain and heart shaped locket
That hides within the freckles on her chest
Carries her sons memory there does her best


To keep him dear to her heart
She’s done this from the start
Catches my steady gaze
Smiles at me and her eye browse raise


“Ya see somethin ya like Dave?”
As forward as she is brave
She catches me by surprise
With her devastating green eyes


“Yeah I like yer freckles” I say
Leaning forward on her saddle horn her green eyes play
With me and end in a wink
“I think ya like more than thet” long eye lashes blink.


She laughs and reins her horse to the right.
Following this woman on her horse is worth the sight.
So we ride up the fence line hill
Across a rocky, dead rill


Dead since the last flash flood
Drains the prairies of her precious blood.
The fence line is still good as we top the hill
Madison and her horse are perfectly still


Standing in her stirrups looking straight ahead
Both hands and reins on the saddle horn instead
Of at her sides, she says softly “well I never!”
Riding up to her “ I never seen the likes of this ever!”


Mesmerized we stared at an old covered wagon
It’s wood bleaching in the sun like some old ancient dragon
Its fabric top now long gone
By too many visits from dusk till dawn


So we ride up to the old prairie relic
Its half missing wheels, a tad angelic
Long prairie grass growing thru the spokes
Two ox skulls in front of a pair of yokes


The motive power now deceased
Cut down before they could be released
Telling clues about this dark prairie incident
This wagon’s journey cut short was no accident


We dismount and tie the horses to the wheels
Madison runs her hand over the wood and feels
What stops her cold in her tracks.
“Dave this wagon was attacked”


“Yeah I sorta figgered thet” I said
Perplexed she backs up and shakes her head
“Oh I don’t like this David” she says to me
Her eyes shut tight so she can’t see


“The family is still here!”
She looks at me in fear
She grabs my hand and pulls me around to the other side
“It was here they all died.”


Kneeling down on one knee
Brushes dirt off of something to see
What lies under centuries of prairie dust
Like blankets from a death bed this crust


The object of Madison’s obsession
Makes her wonder about her accession
Whether she should stop and leave
To let the dead alone and the prairie to grieve


Over all her dead children from times past
From all the deaths amassed
At her front door
From Texas thru the Great Plains and more


And so she uncovers the skull of a child
And her green eyes become wild
And tears roll from those emerald eyes
“Oh no! “ I hear her sigh.


I put my hand on her shoulder and she’s shaking
Softly crying her heart is breaking
All over once again it’s taking
Her thru her own past aching


To be put to rest
Just no more heart tests
She puts the skull back where it was found
Back alone on this sacred ground


She stands up takes her hat off runs her hands thru her hair
It glistens in the sunlight so fair.
Her tears have made tracks down her dusty face.
I kiss her dusty forehead my lightest embrace.


I put my arms around her and give her a hug
She responds by giving my ear a nudge
With her aquiline nose.
Shows me her composure with this repose


“Let’s go and let these folks be”
“We don’t need to see what there is to see.”
And she looked at me with those sea green eyes
So I kissed Madison for the first time in our lives.


And she smells like leather, denim and the deep blue sky
So we told our lost family goodbye
And we rode up the east fence line
Madison and I will come back here some other time.


We only found one section of fence down
We fixed it and rode back down
To the D bar D
Two horses, the dog, Madison and Me.


 We watched the day die in a fire red sky
We watched a shooting star go over Madison and I
“There go their souls” she said
As she looked at me and cocked her pretty head.


“We’ll go back to figure this out some other time”
“You bet we will “she said as her eyes sublimed
To the present time’s brink
“Come on cowboy, I’ll buy ya a drink”


Dave Proffitt
10:43 PM


The Cowgirl

A horseback Silhouette against orange skies.
She rides the fence line in as the day dies.
Been out in the south forty since day break.
Mendin fence with her Border Collie Jake.

 A roll of wire and a fence stretcher that flops.
Every time her Blue Roan’s back leg drops.
Seventeen and half hands high at the withers.
Raised him from a colt from ol Dan Smithers.


This cowgirl off the D bar D ranch.
Takes the west fence trail branch.
Would rather be on her horse than in a car.
Rocking horse motion takes her mind afar.


Straw-blonde hair under a black Stetson.
Freckles under green eyes call her Madison.
Thirty Seven years old and wonders about a man.
And she wonders if he can.


Be better than the last
Wonders if he can just get past.
Her tomboyish ways and calloused hands.
Just wants a guy that understands.


The ABC’s of life.
Would love to have her for a wife.
She’ll knock your eyes out in skin tight jeans.
This rough-hewn cowgirl queen.


Stands five foot ten a tad narra at the hip.
Broad shoulders and a vice-wound grip.
That’ll make you wince if she wants.
Green eyes that sparkle when she taunts.


Comes with working her hands.
 And with sweat from her hat band.
That streams down her dusty face.
Leaving trails of effort and grace.


That hard work brings she welcomes it’s embrace
Has no wristwatch, braclets or tokens.
No place for things on her that are easily broken.


Loves her dog and horse more than any man
A hard loving woman more than most men could stand.
Takes her men as serious as her work
Not looking for your average bar room jerk.


Can separate their wheat from the chaff
Tells them so while she laughs.
Madison the D bar D cowgirl
She’ll make your head swirl.


Rides up to the barn at the D bar D
Sees the sun die in a bleeding red sea.
Ties up her horse on the hitching rail
Lugs over a large water pail.


Lets him drink while she loosens the cinch
Pats him on the neck so he won’t flinch.
Walks around behind him to the wire
Pulls it off him and admires.


What a good, gentle horse he really is
She wonders about all the twentyfirst century whiz.
She pulls the saddle off of his wet saddle blanket
Removes the blanket, brushes him and notices her locket.


Pulls her gloves off as she holds it in her hands
Picture of her young smiling son to her heart demands.
A twinge of pain, as her memory bring him back again
His loss is her constant bane.


Lost to a drunk driver at the wheel
Looses her pain in fence wire and the feel.
As it creases her hands thru the gloves
A product of her toil she’s come to love.


This twenty first century enigma in  jeans and cowboy boots
Too broad-shouldered for any female business suits.
Would make her feel like a duck out of water
This female fatales’ western daughter.


She puts her horse in his stall
Pulls a fresh bail of hay from the wall.
Breaks off three flakes throws it in the manger
Some apples, oats and molasses she arranges.


“God you make them apples sound good!”
She tells him as he looks at her it’s understood.
He likes the way she laughs at him and her hugs
Around his big neck” I love you ya big lug.”


Words of endearment from this human
Tears in her eyes, from barn light lumen.
She holds his neck as she cries
Her other hand on her locket she sighs.


She stands up takes off her hat runs her hands thru her hair
I’ve never seen a soul finer or one so fair.
Wonders where she’s going in this life
Her Levi jacket wet with tears of her strife.


This happens once a week give or take a few
And it never gets an easier the pain always the same hue.
“Tomorrows another day,” she whispers to her soul
Thru shakey lips she hopes to extol.


Some sort of relief to her broken heart
Walks into the bunkhouse “Gimme three fingers Bart.”
She says to the ranch bar keep
“Yes Mam Miss Madison, her eyes no longer weep.


Tosses back a big shot of Jack Daniels
Slams the glass back down on the barrel.
Leaves it upside down and walks to her bunk
Peels off her clothes and walks into the shower.


Madison from the D bar D
Prettiest cowgirl I ever did see.
You can see her out on the fence lines
Listening to the wind as it whines.


Thru the barbwire and the windmills in her mind
Takes her someplace else undefined.
I surprised her one day on the east line
And the look in her green eyes, sublimed.


Until she came back to me
And the strangess I saw there did flee.
“Hey Dave you startled me!”
She chuckled as she slapped her knee.


I’m the only man on the D bar D that will work with her
In these times that are and times that were.
The other cowboys say she spooks their horses
Says she’s got  some kinda supernatural forces.


She works me into the ground
My horse is okay when she’s around.
And I get to hold her when she cries
She smells like leather, denim and the deep blue sky.


Madison from the D bar D
The prettiest cowgirl you’ll ever see.
I’ve ridden a thousand miles of fence line with her
In the times are that and the times that were.


Dave Proffitt

The Church of Forevermore The Seventh Room (Pride)

Blinding and bright gold litten light
Bears into my eyes from the night.
A summons from the Church of Forevermore.
A call tonight from the seventh floor.

It’s raining, windy and cold
Here  is the church door ominous and old.
The door with animated holy writ
Rain drops upon it hiss and spit.


Like drops in some infernal frying pan
Vanishing into steam because they can.
The door opens with no effort on my part
It’s official grasp upon my heart.


The candle that speaks burning and bright
Casting strange shadows on the walls tonight.
No longer flee but remain instead
Their light dancing and dead.


“We have the worst of sins tonight”
The candles voice wavering with fright.
The worst sins the last room
Not from who but of whom.


I walk through the darkness, on the first floor
In the Church of Forevermore.
Just a Church and nothing more
A Church with seven rooms and seven floors.


Once again I come to the door of the stairway
It swings open before me empty and gray.
Again I ascend the steps to the next floor
In the Church of Forevermore.


Its ancient woods creak under my weight
Its bannister polished and ornate.
I have passed through all the rooms to the seventh floor at last
It’s door knob of black crystal glass.


There comes a deep sonant drone
A sound that vibrates me to the bone.
Whirling gold beams of light
Like photonic swords slicing through the night.


The door opens to surrender its dark visage
A beautiful gold angel with her holy entourage.
Dark liquid onyx hair flowing back over wide shoulders
Polished silver eyes of this cosmic beholder.


I find I cannot take my eyes from this beautiful spectacle.
My brain asking myself if these thoughts are ethical.
For I have never seen such beauty before.
Straining the integrity of the Church of Forevermore.


And below her a man in a suit and coat.
He looks far away and remote.
Twin silver beams flash from her eyes
Boring into the man to analyze.


The colors of his soul.
Of any virtue to extoll.
“Why hast thou put thyself above God?” The angel inquires
“Your Pride exceeded only by your desires.”


She says to him her voice now metallic and cold
No life in his eyes, now tinted cloudy and old.
“My heart will no longer love or believe.”
“For I have made it lie and deceive.”


“And I have done this for most of my life.”
“I have done these things to keep my wife.”
“She always wanted what I could not give forevermore”
She spoke to me in the tongues of pestilence and war.”


“She made me believe I was higher than God”
“So I finally saw her desires faulty and flawed.”
“I tried to build this tower that reached into heaven.”
“But it collapsed into floor eleven.”


So I was witness to the new Tower of Babel
A twenty first century heaven bent citadel.
So like the one before it could not stand
And like the one before it could not be built by man.


The Angel’s silver beams upon him did soften
So she put her hand over his heart to lighten
The loss of his wife to his soul
So the tears out of his tired eyes did roll.


“Thy wife is no longer a burden to thee.”
“For your sake this I decree.”
“For she was an abomination unto God.”
“And she was an imitation and flawed.”


“No longer will thee build monuments unto her”
“For things that are, and times that were.”
“For thy Father hath restored thine own heart”
“Unto you He giveth a new start.”


This man vanished into the swirling night
Alone with the Gold Angel her silver eyes tender and light.
She floats up to me ever so near
Never have I seen such eyes so strange and queer.


Fathomless, swirling, depths not of miles but of light years
Beaming into my soul with them she peers.
“I have been told of thee, my son David”
Her voice within me and without me.


“Do my eyes frighten thee?”
“Or do you like what you see?”
This wonderment of highest level
The women to my thoughts bedevil.


“I feel I am unworthy of your gaze.”
Her gentle hand on my chin she does raise.
And her eyes become as a universe of blue.
I see planets within circle suns of strange hues.


Her black hair flowing in some astral breeze
Her smile tilts at the corners of her mouth to please.
Her thoughts from her heart for me to see.
This epitome of beauty from God to me.


And I will never see anything as beautiful as her
Forever from times that are and times that were.
So now I feel what true beauty is forevermore.
And this is really the Church of Forevermore.


It’s not a Church anymore
It has no rooms.
It has no floors
It’s everlasting beauty evermore.


So I smell a familiar scent that pleases me
It smells of Myrrh and sea breezes
Of a woman I once knew
Of a woman I need to rescue.


For I have left her alone for too long
Her visions to me along her time song.
This ancient queen from a Biblical nation
For I fear I have fallen in love with my own creation.


The Gold Angel speaks to me again.
“David thy Father loves your Judean Queen.”
“He wants you to love her throughout eternity”
“Do you know what this means?”

“Yes I do and I have missed my Queen.”
“From now to times that have ever been.”
“So you know what to do?”
“For the Father and I will be watching you.”


She is smiling as she sublimes into the night
Another wondrous vision and holy sight.
I find myself sitting on the edge of my bed.
No Church anymore or sounds in my head.


I see a swirling purple mist on my living room floor
A smell of Myrrh and sea breezes as of before.
This beautiful woman with black hair and blue eyes
Standing six foot six her gaze mesmerizes.


Crystalline tears filling her eyes I see
“Hello my love have you missed me?”
I kiss her eyelids and taste her tears
And I feel her pain down through all the years.


“I have missed you more than you know”
“We will be together forever I will bestow.”
“Upon your forbearance we will be.”
Forever with me.


My songs to Athaliah for her to see.
Forever with me.
And her to me.
We both shall be.


Dave Proffitt
11:35 pm.