What cruel to us finds us faintheart’d
Whom hides faults not well that the stars depict
Our sweet love vast most minds desire,
But slow our minute’s motion at the heat of ***
*** too cruel, if pure pleasure our foe
Bliss’ deception of what Evil fools
What fools that love, what fools that cannot - thence truly the heart faint
As thy heart or dying star troubled by truth,
And lost in a constant hour which such time encapsulates the finality of things
Whom so a beast, I so thy beast - and beauty beside
Besides; if such faint heart dwells a dream, of imagining heavens
Some mortal heart in truth survived
That I say at last our truth revived
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
I am here, breathing, what left of me
Allowing you to devour me, taking boldly my innocence to alight more bliss into your dome of travesty
I could not even breath - all to just get out of love
It will never escape me, this truth, in the end we had been fooled to believe this phase had ever mattered. That there is truly a single jewel that holds true realism to make end this hell.
I could not breath but now
But now I can better, see better, dream better, and be me better
What greater breath can suffice?
If I am ever again short of breath be sure that my last sight of you is longer
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC
Who will hear me sob, this weep like mortal melodies
This woe of songs if this toot so ever heard
Not by such hertz or watts, but by cosmic chantey
...mortal melody.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 8:42 PM UTC
O monogamy, sweet so monogamy
Have me by this rimy night so I may bear your cold’st kiss
To espy eyes blazed in scarlet hue
If not for this holding us part, touching firm this instance
Of what I feel now I could not feel ever,
Could I bask in aughts - a goodness too true as so a sight worth sights
If pulchritude, if vagary...
To innerstand this sorrow, this phase, this ending of me
So lovesick of vanity, this night owes me tears
But tonight she has me, by her brassiere, by lips
Tangl’d in manner and salaciousness - her being to be
Wonder of me, wonder me; if I ever your knight
Wonder if I am enough, manifest your ways unto me
Demand I exist, under your eyes
Impart this velleity, four ways for ways...
Have me, O monogamy
With you will I always be? Your sabbath, your blind’st bliss as too mine
Split with me another moment for much time has rot
Mongst this lour’st hour my heart is wounded by the thorns of essence
To think we are but not cause to this grieve
In sooth; this everly passion now a mortal’s pule
Stay with me on this last’d night
A midnight kiss, a midnight touch, fragrance, a gentle glare...
Monogamy, monogamy.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 8:38 PM UTC
Who will love like me,
For all facets of facets, hues far and hues close
...
Take 5; our love has not a steady stool
Take 6; remind the love and lovee that the love shalt be true or cannot ever be portrayed
O satyr this scene deserves tears, a kiss, vows!
Romance her, bewray to her HEAVENS
Take 7; BELIEVE IN WHAT IS WRITTEN
This stage is nothing without our feeble steps, step on and be you yet the amour
Who will love like thee,
So proud so proud, goodbye his ego and come forth his vain
Aye this is it
A lover’s course, a lover’s minute, a lover’s troth, ruth, moment, A LOVER’S DESIRE, A LOVER’S SPLAY, a lover’s everything!
This is it, aye.
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 11:35 PM UTC
If this sorrow dares not ever fade, in that what way is my heart paid
Severing the electric within me, the frame within me
What splay! O what splay…
Save me, GOD!
I PLEAD, you step from your throne, your spaceless, timeless domain and save me... A MERE MORTAL AMONGST STARS
Save me, she will not.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC
My loathy love what lour has riddled thee of sense and sanctimony?
It was this dreary azure was it not, or was it that you’ve grown cognizant, finally, o finally of the vastness of this existence
But so fall not lovely for to tether you back is but a task as I to lift suns
Take me with you if you dare, I plead you dare...your company is to the rotundity of the pith of my being..,
For how long can this sanctity hold?
Held high thy highness not man nor a maid but a distant spirit...but a distant spirit
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
Thinking of you
Commanding bliss
Making blood, gold spews of tears
Touching spans with my eyes, touching ways with my heart
Have me, have thee
If ever mongst this constancy
See me love if you value me
Come close but stay far like the ether we may gaze but never meet with feeble palms
Thinking of you,
Let me
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 10:17 PM UTC
All I care is for this sudden smell if I dare to ever hold my breath...I cannot. To wallow from this state of means to come to me in dreams and amidst conscious strolls. Do I forbear or do I endure such a beautiful strain? This aroma, what bliss will have me ensconced by waters and corollary of celestial instance. Happy as I not alone so ever in this amazement of chance. The sun has touched me today in ways so true, caressed in spite of these garments that sheathe me. They will not take me alive...I only care for beauty. Care for wealth, for relevance, or power...care elsewhere for such rottenness of the soul is contagious. ‘Contage’ me not, if you wish so not to see the wrath of a gentle man, of a gentleman. This smell will stay I will come to it by morrow. Smell on if this rave meets you, endure the pleasure of such scents as it’s zephyr may touch the walls of mortal nares. Smell on...beauty is by.
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 4:12 PM UTC
in the icy swirl
of deep-inhale
I reach down inside
to darkest
heated flesh-fabric
removing the clothing
of my soul,
feeling the layers
slowly undone
the flay
of my own fleece
the peeling
of my own pelt
penetrating
through tissue,
a journey to the
deep heart of me,
cut in one clean move
and yet, like a miracle
there is
no pain
just magnet-connect
beyond the cusp
of words
that curl from our
tongues
rising up in
latticed affirmations
a cleansing in frost
a constant, aquamarine renewal
and there is no past
no future
just this prism
of crystal liquid jewels
flowing in
gentle,
cellular music
straight into the strands
of our veins
and I miss you
like you have gone
on the long winter hunt
my longing splayed out
like an animal skin on
four poles
its tendons stretched
beyond measure
yet holding fast
with a roof over my head,
I acknowledge
my restlessness
I am my own
hunter-forager,
both searching and found,
gathering up bits
of velocity
stroking the ribbons
of passion
stoking the fires of my
heart and hearth
protecting what is us
like a lioness
for we are overflowing
with both strength
and tenderness
our own bones
ingredients of the wild soup
of our feral union
of our constant rebirth
our very dna
weaving itself
like heartstrings
in the rush
of
time
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 4:01 PM UTC