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To describe how you entrance my lusts is not to love you To say you are beautiful, to compare each feature you wear With flowery prose, with dramatic declarations Is not to love you For it is not you curls, or the scent of your hair Nor the colour of your eyes that I would squander an ode to There are many with eyes and hair such as yours Many with less or more graceful hands A many of lover’s lips and pleasing faces With shapely forms and tapered waists With the embellished scaling cadences of a choir And other things for which I’m told I should desire All of something mortal worlds compare All these things the world tells you is beautiful and faire These are things a camera could capture And not the reasons I love you What I love about you is not something that can be caught Cannot be wrangled, pinned down, or fought I was allowed witness to your spark A moment your soul burned bright enough that its very embers reached my heart It took root in me, it grew to a flame like a zippo lighter Every time we spoke, it fanned a little brighter For me, before it began it was over Of any room, dressed in any garb, to me you are the cynosure That light at your core lit up your face when you smiled A smile was just a smile until I saw how you did it - right there! It fills a room until I scarcely believe there is such a thing as air I fell in love with your clever disputes and the contagious way you laugh The words, worlds and points of view that you craft With that mad humour, compassion, and your bluntly put curses Your desires, your faults, your quirks Your temper, your heart, your mirth How your eyes took in spans of bland ashen days And your mind painted it all into a miraculous blaze I love The things about you, you don’t notice or even see I’m like a bird in love with what it means to be free For me there is no one fairer, no other who could raise the bar Because there is no feature that could sway me I fell in love with who you are
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC
Who You Are
To describe how you entrance my lusts is not to love you To say you are beautiful, to compare each feature you wear With flowery prose, with dramatic declarations Is not to love you For it is not you curls, or the scent of your hair Nor the colour of your eyes that I would squander an ode to There are many with eyes and hair such as yours Many with less or more graceful hands A many of lover’s lips and pleasing faces With shapely forms and tapered waists With the embellished scaling cadences of a choir And other things for which I’m told I should desire All of something mortal worlds compare All these things the world tells you is beautiful and faire These are things a camera could capture And not the reasons I love you What I love about you is not something that can be caught Cannot be wrangled, pinned down, or fought I was allowed witness to your spark A moment your soul burned bright enough that its very embers reached my heart It took root in me, it grew to a flame like a zippo lighter Every time we spoke, it fanned a little brighter For me, before it began it was over Of any room, dressed in any garb, to me you are the cynosure That light at your core lit up your face when you smiled A smile was just a smile until I saw how you did it - right there! It fills a room until I scarcely believe there is such a thing as air I fell in love with your clever disputes and the contagious way you laugh The words, worlds and points of view that you craft With that mad humour, compassion, and your bluntly put curses Your desires, your faults, your quirks Your temper, your heart, your mirth How your eyes took in spans of bland ashen days And your mind painted it all into a miraculous blaze I love The things about you, you don’t notice or even see I’m like a bird in love with what it means to be free For me there is no one fairer, no other who could raise the bar Because there is no feature that could sway me I fell in love with who you are
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Rabbit, Rabbit, worn and weary at my parlor door Come inside, sit by the fire, we’ll let tea spirits pour They listen as we sip, they’ve never heard a rabbit howl. But you’ve loved a wolf, and the wolf loved you A rabbit who was on the prowl Your lover wore the beast they made, of comets, dirt and fur You drove fast cars You fell through stars You think it would all become a blur Oh the places you two ran, the places you two crashed A rabbit who danced through constellations You two birthed solar systems when you clashed You tell me of what you saw, the gods and their creations The secrets that you made together, the heights you did ascend And how this journey came and went to find its timely end Because you lived an urban fantasy, in a world like a dream Fantastic creatures in it teemed Fantastic deeds and fantastic feats Fantastic, eerie, dark lit streets. For all its wonder, much like your lover, It had as many teeth And this is where a rabbit learned to growl Grew sharp claws to disembowel And on each other you left your marks Be it lovely or be it ****** Both felt trepidation at the threat of sparks So Howl, rabbit, who offered up your beating heart Howl rabbit, who loved the prowling bard! Tell your stories, weep into your cup Nostalgia rocks you in her arms Howl at those old once blazed skies Howl about all of those pretty lies Howl, divine heart break of harsh goodbyes A thousand suns set on that day The dream is done, or so you say The things you crave, the things you made These things you’ve done will never fade The fauns of man have made their war In the ballad of a love that is no more... But you’re not a rabbit, and they weren’t a wolf This was not a dream I was there, and it was despair, The story wasn’t as pretty as you made it seem I’m glad it’s done, that you’re both free I hope you did enjoy the tea But make no mistake, I know your habit They weren’t a wolf, and you’re not a rabbit
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC
The Lovers Urban Fantasy
Rabbit, Rabbit, worn and weary at my parlor door Come inside, sit by the fire, we’ll let tea spirits pour They listen as we sip, they’ve never heard a rabbit howl. But you’ve loved a wolf, and the wolf loved you A rabbit who was on the prowl Your lover wore the beast they made, of comets, dirt and fur You drove fast cars You fell through stars You think it would all become a blur Oh the places you two ran, the places you two crashed A rabbit who danced through constellations You two birthed solar systems when you clashed You tell me of what you saw, the gods and their creations The secrets that you made together, the heights you did ascend And how this journey came and went to find its timely end Because you lived an urban fantasy, in a world like a dream Fantastic creatures in it teemed Fantastic deeds and fantastic feats Fantastic, eerie, dark lit streets. For all its wonder, much like your lover, It had as many teeth And this is where a rabbit learned to growl Grew sharp claws to disembowel And on each other you left your marks Be it lovely or be it ****** Both felt trepidation at the threat of sparks So Howl, rabbit, who offered up your beating heart Howl rabbit, who loved the prowling bard! Tell your stories, weep into your cup Nostalgia rocks you in her arms Howl at those old once blazed skies Howl about all of those pretty lies Howl, divine heart break of harsh goodbyes A thousand suns set on that day The dream is done, or so you say The things you crave, the things you made These things you’ve done will never fade The fauns of man have made their war In the ballad of a love that is no more... But you’re not a rabbit, and they weren’t a wolf This was not a dream I was there, and it was despair, The story wasn’t as pretty as you made it seem I’m glad it’s done, that you’re both free I hope you did enjoy the tea But make no mistake, I know your habit They weren’t a wolf, and you’re not a rabbit
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I lost my heart to a dame called fame And every day I worshiped her the same Adoration and power, everyone knew my name Every step and twirl drew me deeper into her game I found myself dancing on a slippery ledge in the rain Until my feet bled and what I lost was much more than I gained When I could dance no more she twirled into another's arms Seducing new lovers with her old flashy charms Who knew not the dues by which she set their alarms She left me behind, limping and all used up All because I proved I loved fame far too much Sold off little bits of my soul for the favour of her smiles But fame does not love you back, it simply beguiles
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
Burn Out
Lead me along to the end of the line Where I’ll take all my woes and leave them behind Step by step the world draws near When time resumes so will the fear Fight, fight, fight It burns, this raging of the light These walls have stood strong from the day they were risen So now begins the cataclysm It shakes and shakes, right to the hollow in my heart It break and breaks, the walls begin to part With silver string I try to tend Frantic stitching meant to mend Silver straining to hold the pacts Struggling to close the growing cracks But in the end the walls cannot hold In the end my defenses fold And in and in the tides invade The one thing that all have obeyed The time, the time It is here Now there is no stage for fear The stone does crumble The earth does rumble Dodge the rocks as they tumble For here is the wave as it washes through Even if you have not a clue Wave your arms and kick your legs Swim the currents you must brave So I swim, I swim for the shore Sink fingers in the beach, aching and sore I’ve lost the silence I knew before Wild and untamed life abound Terrifying beauty does surround Ecstasy and agony walk hand in hand As I roll to my back on this bed of sand The gilded cage is torn asunder Bared to the world, this splendid wonder You led me along to the end of the line Hiding from the world was my crime Take a deep breath Prepare for immensity Take a big step Because courage is necessity
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 3:41 AM UTC
The Wave
This siren that sings out my name Calls me abroad to oceans untamed Over waves and under cloud churned skies Through rain and hell my vessel flies Through turmoil and treachery, beyond it all Still I hear her haunting call Drawing me on, begging me to haste Through starry darkness, past time and space Adventure is the song she sings Of life and stories, these incredible things To compare her allure, all others have paled The answering of her call I’ve never failed Onward to her melody I will always run Forever she sings, this chase never done.
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Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC
The Siren
From a sun spitting its tears of flame From those fires borne, the dragon came And oh wonder, a foolish earth did seek to tame Its claws were like molten iron, two eyes of that same ember flame Its every step shook and scorched the ground, every breath evanished the rain Its roar rattled bones and stilled hearts in their ******* And such a glare, few had a match or such courage to test Upon burning wings and on its igneous cries! A dragon heaved fire and set ablaze to the skies! And none, righteous nor wicked, had darkness to hide But it t'was not done for justice, nor to rally fears T'was done simply because the sun had shed her tears.
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Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC
The Dragon