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Bodies molded into one, golden by the fire-light
Heat between the lovers touch could warm the coldest night
Golden locks around her shoulders; the softest hands upon her waist
Of all the sweets and wine been tasted- his lips the sweetest taste.
Her cheeks were red like roses, and his eyes were bright as day,
Imprinted on the others heart, there could be no other way
Gentle moans and gasps of love, ensconced in lovers game
Eros, Philia, and Agape, with neither lover tame.
His heart was her heart, his breath was her breath
Making love until time's end, and then his death her death.
He is above us in the clouds
run through the fields and speak of thee
He will grow roses
I will be the stem of the roses
for I shall never leave your soil
You will be the tree I grow beneath
and he will be our rain.
Alone in loneliness
Amid forever nights
And these four walls
In faint, whisper soft your name
I beg out loud to the nothingness that remains
"Please not another nightmare, no more storms"
But, answers are merely glimpses of light
Filtering through the pane
Cast empty shadows on the wall
Of places where you used to be
Eyes wide open
Now asleep, afraid I am to fall
Trapped within this never ending dream
I cling to all the memories that I have
Spinning me closer to where you were, in parallel on the edge
The thoughts, like imaginary rubble, comes tumbling passed
A fire for you still burning inside
Why can’t I let go of the tragedies last
And silence your unrescued suicidal screams
Or is it only the rain falling faster as it taps harder, and harder upon the glass
Or is it of your wandering spirit
Haunting with its vindications
Of "why’s" I can never seem to grasp
All this amidst lost stares into black windows
Where gutters overrunning, burdened by the strains
And I swear I see your reflection
Among the flashes, tracing out illuminations about your face
And for the first time
You are noticeably absent of all the worldly pains
And your lips releasing out a comfort that for so long I've been seeking
As I hear the words echo within my stormy heart "That where you are everything is okay"
happy birthday april
for an eternity to come
because with your faith in God
an eternity was won
no more worries or fears of death
no more choking or gasping for breath
no need for doctors or even a nurse
there is only one cure for every single curse
no fighting, debating
or picking sides
love is the answer
and love decides
i thank God for this day
the day that you were born
for without this day
my love would be forlorn
one day for certian
when the deadline comes
i'll pass through the curtian
and straight for you i'll run
and as God as my wittness
to the many days i cried
i often wanted to be with you
but thank God i never tried
we could have had our love story
and then let that be that
but the Lord has a better story
and i believe that that's a fact
i still believe in a love
that is so so true
the love that holds us together
me, God and you
High upon the highest heights
I see the most tremulous sight
A small girl, fair and tranquil
Smiling strangely, sitting still
Beneath a sobbing willow tree
She recites a verse upon her knee
She sings a rhythmic hymn
Not of death, nothing grim
But prays that life will return
Even for those who are doomed to burn
The girl is a woman now
Beneath the tree and upon the cloud
She whispers, “I am watching you”
Why then are you so blue?
A single tear of sadness and joy
Rejuvenate the quirky earthly boy
Who sits down beneath the blooming tree
Listening to her silent voice attentively
She reminds him she was once young too
That she also was a misty shade of blue
But when the boy grows into man
He has come to ignore the fair woman
Who watches him still from above
Burning and swelling with disdainful love
The ways of the world have sweltered his heart
And time has torn his soul apart
Thus he has lost all innocence and light
Battling his sinful lust—an endless plight!
I watch as he feeds on others’ pains and fears
Reducing the vigilant woman to tears
The prayer of the innocent has been ignored
Life has died and hellfire stored
Into the hearts of the impotent
In blue, fires of haze their heart is sent
Toiling in misery and lament
Savaged and severed by our regret
The heavenly woman grows old and frail
And the man still treads the sinful trail
As the rotting tree withers into dust
Can I revive it? –I must!
Low as low can possibly be
I watch myself condescendingly
A tombstone, gray and hell-bent
Frowning knowingly in bewilderment
Above the dust that once was a tree
She cries out a verse anxiously
Faintly she whispers the undying hymn
Not of happiness, nothing of whim
And prays that life will come to end
For those that break instead of bend
Through somber steps each climb is made;
The fruitless efforts fail.
Thus, love unshared and work unpaid
Disturbs the nightingale.
In song it copes
With fears and hopes;
From limbs it hung,
All feelings sung.
Warm waters crawl beneath its wings
On lonely twilight trips.
Yet, cold of nighttime softly stings
The feet with which he grips.
So many are the shamed
Whose sorry sights were aimed
To win the hopeless fight;
The one unanswered plight.
Where care once came
Comes only shame;
Now only rhyme
Recalls the time
When lovers held each other tight
On nights of endless laughter.
The nightingale would take its flight,
Rejoicing ever after.
But friends refuse each others hands,
The sign of cherished life.
On edge of death his heart now stands.
Serrated is the knife.
Now gone away again to mourn
The winged creature flies,
Until the warmth of love reborn
Revives the sunken eyes--
Those bitter sockets filled with tears
Reflect the speckled moon.
Escape from tortured life appears--
He ends the final tune.
When I am Colder,Older and then alone...
I will collect the sky on my own...
When the art has faded and the days then fade-
when everyone has gone away...
I may finally see what never was saw
.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... the quiet sky
The unlit room which bares my end...shows the flashes of my pains my joys and sins.
This life has been a strange one since the curtains were drawn
These paper and plastic figures have clouded the dawn
I was once younger,foolish,and obsessed with truth
Now I am bitter,sour,dour faced with my heart under shoe
The children were all searching or lost in a crowd
All weeds in a garden...growing vile and foul
Though beauty was sold it never came true
Obsessions and vanity have traveled safe through
Materials and poison and everything lost
have been burned in the fires or lost in the frost
I stand face to mirror tearing my being apart
Winding thoughts of love,pain,god,and art
As the sun sets and the darkness grows
I too shall follow this pattern in tow
Death has a friendly hand and a pretty face
She has given me comfort as I leave this place
The wars have occurred,humanity's lost
Souls have been burnt in the fire or lost in the frost
Day was Life,Night is Death
And the latter has given counsel on my final steps
If the waves clutched for my feet once more
And invited me to drift
Would you pull me back from ocean's shore
Or let my spirit lift;
Would you wade into the waters deep
And hold my frozen life
Or discontent with ocean's tide
Let be with saddening strife.
If moonlight was our only cover
And her reflection beckoned me-
Would you swim a naked body
And sing our souls as "Free"
If ensconced in nature's grasping hands,
Whether waves or Freedom's play
Will you follow me, but nature's pet,
And embrace the dying day?
She felt like a queen with sweet memory and life
nestled in her fortress of lush poetry and light
a place of passion where the world could not go
as she forged on with sweet memories and a loving novel bestowed
Of tattered pages strewn in moments of flowers and lace
where words came with delicate emotion and could not be replaced
She fought to relive a time when all was fair
just one more moment where her loving song was shared
Upon this solemn silence in hushed light of loving dream
she placed the pen and paper at the edge of life redeemed
And on that final day
she came home to be fulfilled
as she lay dying in feathered down
she found him once again.....
Stomp, stomp, stomp,
Scream, scream, scream,
Before the stomp, stomp, stomps,
He, she, they screamed screamed,
And screamed, at I,
Scream at I which the thoughts,
Of comeback come near, near, and nearer,
Stomp, stomp, stomp,
I hear the stomps, they come closer,
And closer and closer,
Stomp, stomp, stomp
My heart beating faster, faster, faster!
The room, spinning, spinning, spinning!
Times going, gone, gone!
Stomps coming closer, faster!
The screams getting louder, louder!
Stomp, scream, stomp!
Nothings more worse than when you see the,
He, she, they behind the stomping of the stomps,
The screaming, of the screams,
The fire, hell, saddened in the eyes,
Is what hurts most, rather than the,
Stomp, stomp, stomp,
Scream, scream, scream.