She is a gypsy queen
My queen
Who sees sadness in my eyes
And falls in love
She is on the road
And in the stars
Hanging over me as clouds
Shining over me as suns
She is a gypsy queen
Belladonna
A femme fatale fatally stricken
And falling further
She lives by her own rules
And in her dreams
Where our bodies intertwine
And in our hearts

We both know
We know it well
Nothing last forever
Not even pain

I wondered if she could love
But I know she does
Even love that is ending
Never dies
She fell in love
With the sadness in my eyes
And broke her own rules
To see me smile

I love you as dying light
A flame ephemeral in the darkest night
The eyes of a ghost
The thorns of a rose
The blood I give unto your name
I only hear your voice in dreams
And awakened
I hear your pleading screams
Your tears that fall in streams
Your oceans
Only hoping for an island
I love you as your legs
I watch them run away
To some paper world
Where the engravings aren't on rocks
But stains on papyrus
And the colors fade with years
And get buried by the time
I chisel into suns your wants
I mark upon the walls your eyes
I score upon the earth your flame
I grow into your wings as wind
I love you as hands are meant to touch
As waking up will keep a dream
Where the sum of the parts is lesser than the whole
And your breath taste sweeter with my name on your lips
I love you as a siren in the night
As music
As warning
As peace of sunny day
As turbulency storming
I love you as the rain
My fingers skywards falling
You are more than skin to me
More than a thought
Better than dream
A part of my everything
I can only know
I was born when you became

These hands are meant to touch
My arms are made to hold
I was made to feel
Every part of you

Your hands stole the starlight
To paint my body  
In vivid hues of heaven
Unrestrained rapture
Soars like a firework
Exploding out into darkness
Bombarding colours
Fragmenting sensation
Cool night air  
Delicately wanders
Fanning my flaming skin
Stroking my fascination
The heady scent of desire
Infusing earthly compulsion
Thrusting towards celestial pleasures
In an effort to enter nirvana
Soft folds seek firm flesh
Ripening under your touch
Ready to burst with sweet ambrosia
Flowing through your fingers
Demanding in quest
Your skyrocket
Burns through my atmosphere
Leaving trails of stardust that
Quiver along my body
As you cradle me in hushed epilogue
And I descend .....
Back to a garden
Bathed in moonlight

(C) Pixievic

Picking the lock
That you keep around your heart
If I were a locksmith
That would be a start

I don't know the code
I haven't a key
I will keep on trying
For all eternity

I must never stop
Those chains I must break
Not to have you
Is something I can't take

An emotionless prison
That's where I'll be
I must get out
I must be set free

By any means necessary
This job I'll get done
Nothing can stop me
Not even a gun

Sooner or later
Your love I will win
I will be patient
For our life to begin

You shouldn't worry
Don't have a fear
Whenever you need me
I always be there

Trying to escape
My mortal enemy the past
No matter how I try
The scars always last

I tried to run
I tried to hide
All the walls I built
Were just pushed aside

Following me
like a stalker would his prey
Always there
Will you ever go away

Tired of paying
For the mistakes that I made
To change what I did
There's nothing I wouldn't trade

To society
I already paid my debt
Memories
I will never forget

Always wanting
The freedom of a dove
I got that
By finding you my love

The demons of the past
Finally put to rest
The love I feel for you
Filling up my chest

“…knowledge of the beginning and the end, and of that all-pervading Reason which orders the universe in its determinate cycles to the end of time"
- Marcus Aurelius's definition of the sage

*I’m starting to think poets are bleeding ink
Longing for true understanding, an oath on the stand
Mentally sinking in quicksand, trials never finish
Fear of diminishing quicker than our escape plan

Seeking wisdom in time for our demise,
and as we're writing our words, our fears are in disguise
Intricate word-weaving, we’re prisoners of the moment,
spilling ink on the paper and anxious for our atonement

The dream of a dreamer’s quick to take him places
A limbo of the unknown, and filled with many faces
Endless deliberation with the jury of the mind
Furious and made in a hurry, truly “one of a kind”

But truthfully one of many, and so it’s up to you
Live an Epicurus life, happiness is a truth
Patient examination of nature is natural
A masterful snap of the mental camera is factual

The sage’s knowledge of reason is unilateral
Theory of forms and as Plato had put it
It’s reason you see before you that offers spatial relationships
Properties seeming apparent - hope you relate to this

Believe nothing you hear and half of what you see
Our fears are found in the lines written by you and me
So keep the words coming, never stop pursuing wisdom
Enlightenment of the soul towards a new beginning.