why do I within many of my dreams seem to lock doors
that refuse to remain shut?
  
why must one follower always wither in a dream
why must old friends appear as Judas Iscariot
as tear drops falling down from their faces as rain

I once thought that I understood beauty
yet I could never comprehend it fully
the beauty in this world is only a shadow of things
that I have never seen

when I look into your face
all I can see is beauty my old friend
but as i close my eyes and daydream
all I can see is one follower
withered to an unappealing
dust in my cold brown hands
this triggers me to relax
in the end
a fall breeze will blow it all way
i once looked into blue eyes
i once stared into the atmosphere of fall

yet reflections of my life
will bring me back to old times

Here I lie
A day dream vagabond
and made from dust
the smell of burned roses
you could never understand
my hidden language
the composition of silence

as dust, I am forever blown away
never to be understood in time
between honor and integrity
what do you have to barter?

I was once  every Sunday
I was once every black and white
Photo you have meaningfully forgotten
I was once the fondness of a beautiful song
I was something you could never contain
here, falling all around you as it would rain
the smell before rain
heart and soul
to never comprehend me

I was once a delusional man
my daydreams were make believe
you were so beautiful to me
your words would befuddled me
the sound of your voice
would make me lament
I would shiver away
each time you would speak
the sound of your voice
was once frightening to me
how much could a human endure
I  felt as a slave
with his eyes looking
to the dust of the Earth
your beauty was alluring
as a simple smile
your smooth lips
were also distracting
as her truthful lies
With her false beauty
viewed by all to see
I knew she was only
a wolf in sheep's clothing clean
yet forever you'll still be beautiful to me
a sweet melody
the sound of your words
are a burden to me
full of feeling
they make my heart
to ache with true joy
I need shelter from your eyes

Walk away...
and fade into silence
don't let their abomination get to you
fallow the good shepherd
walk away
you were always misunderstood
keep the resistance
they are afraid of him
the act of defiance
to Pontius Pilate
the act of defiance
to the world
could they ever
walk as this
it's not for all
sometimes the silence
is your only friend
his footsteps
the sanctuary of Christ
the sanctuary of life
sometimes when your standing on a bridge
while leaning over to watch the river
slipping slowly away beneath you
daydreams appear
and questions surround you
from the echo chambers within your soul
look at them, The quiet ones
they are very odd to most humans
they fade into silence
without tension, with inter peace
do you want to walk this way
It's not for all
watch them fade into
the silence of a shadow

Hello, dear sweet friend of mine

Hello, dear beautiful friend of mine

I do not remember when we

First began our friendship

You once came as a fall breeze

From the west lands of the moon

Your long brown hair was always

A shield or mask to hide your

Expressions of ****** emotion so timidly

And it was your shield of fortification

Softly so often you would tell me stories

Of a man you had once loved that was frozen in time

But that was never unusual of you to speak of him

Your lips were always full of nostalgia

Give me a slight smile alluring

And i'll put it into my cold keepsake box

In the fall cold air

Your breath comes out as white clouds

Hanging as artificial wall flowers

I'm a quiet and simple human being

Yet my experience is always underfed

And limited of keeping my mouth shut

You have a cat meowing sound effect as kittens

Existing as a result of birth

The first seconds they were born

We both understand what memories can bring

Standing there with our brown eyes

And tears of ice falling all around us

leaves seem to always be in our hair

When we are together here and there

I miss the masquerade of shadows.Those days as cold as ice.Who am I? I'll never know, nor understand when they would speak to me.Their hidden faces would always confess within a twilight hour ,and just late of spring.There, and so dear to midnight ,are the monarch butterlies and milkweed plants.They have an eloquent look of beauty , but without souls to ever ponder any disappointment of human loneliness. There was once a strangers confession of June.

All they have is silence
An appearance of kindness to share
They haven't any charm
They are the undocumented
As nomadic shadows
A differing markedly
From the usual, ordinary, or unaccepted

With a lack of knowledge
Others only see a cold soul
With a sad face
You hum your song
And daydream all day
But there is no way
To ever return from past days

No one has ever given
A shadow, breeze, nor
Whisper anything
There isn't anything to give

You were very wise
To just pass us by
We were only
Dreamily cold souls
With no stories to tell
If they would only smile
They have no charm

You all were so wise
And never the foolish
To just pass us by
Were we ever temporary
Such people full of passion?
They, the park bench people

Away from the mental show
And anywhere out of this place
There was once an isolation space
A dwelling safekeeping elsewhere
A smile of painted black
A **** face

This space was away from harm
And all of it's misery and wretched lies
maybe it was easier
To withdraw from life
In this place
Away from a bygone era
Of a false character

Existing, but not belonging
It was a masquerade
And all of those happy faces
They never understood
What he felt from within
Because it was their shameful sin

Give him a Sunday evening
There it comes like a wave
Not to sink, but to save
The waters close overhead
And it's so good to just
Dream, forget, and forgive

Maybe it was just easier
To withdraw from life
In this place, away from
It's harm, and all of
It's misery and wretched lies
A painted smile

Don't waste your time
Trying to give this
Feeling a definition
Because it can't communicate
What is not directly
Expressed with words

Don't cry
Be happy
Be imaginary

Polar stratospheric clouds
The taste of cotton candy
Delicate mesmeric beauty
A gorgeous wallow in
One way lore

This sense of purpose
Feels false to me
And I see how the land lies
There was no harvest time
I'll close my eyes
And sing to myself a winter song
I've always known the
Difference between an acquaintance
And a true friend
Moments by moments

Let's watch the flowers bloom
Let's watch the flowers die
You've watched the ravens
You've watched the crows
But don't forget your way back

The weather has changed it's mind
Or maybe it has deceived us all
There was no gain for
Some personal advantage
To believe something
That wasn't true
A hoax of an mistaken impression
The weather has changed it's mind
A beautiful smile amongst a shadow

The mourning cloaks
Are often the first
To arrive and the
Last to leave of
The false spring

The memories of scent
Are not so easily forgotten
Sometimes it was cruel
To be so kind
Tough and unyielding
Yet compassionate
Such were the
Men of yesteryear

Yet, everything was false
The medicine, elections, food ,
The media...
We were living in
A fabricated fairy tale
An illusion of life
It was the cause
of our demise
And the dreams that
We would claim
Could never be
Ours to obtain

My eyes once became heavy
As the winter snow that
Collapses a bank
Sometimes I daydream too much
Sometime I daydream so little

The long intro made a beautiful
Accompaniment to your images
A lost world of snowy railways
The mystery of a lost horse
Running somewhere long ago

As captured in time
The ice will brake
If you touch it
The dream will fade away

Into a liquid so as
To form a solution
The snow cleanses me away
Yet I could find it only by chance
And the snowflake will soon
Dissolve In a shadowy palm
The abandoned locomotive

Those single locations
Of Washington Square
We  always seemed to share
Some particular places
Are remembered so well
Those single lost occasions
Of shadows lost in rain

Yet you've traveled so far
From when we were young
And once we were one
Those single lost occasions
And your eyes that would
Say more than words
I felt it very much so

Her father once stated
That she were unlovable
His words deadened all hope
You were once high , fluttery,
And stammering of your youth
When we were young
When we were one

Obscure eyes ... Veil as calm
Dead and uninflected before
And after the death of
Your off-color father
You always reminded him
Of your beautiful Mother

Those single locations
Of Washington square
We always seemed to share
Some particular places
Are remembered so well
Those single lost occasions
Of shadows lost in rain

I once sent a letter to you
It was from an unknown face
A forgotten resemblance
You had forgotten my shadow
Could you ever
Remember to wave?
She comes and goes
From her cocooned Mansion
her never land of artificial lights
Once we were one

Those single locations
Of Washington Square
We always seemed to share
Some particular places
Are remembered so well
Those single lost occasions
Of shadows lost in rain

The alluring fine fragrance
Of white peach and orange blossom
Always came from your
Beautifully soft hair

Yet from my departed memories
It's been such a long time
What can I say?
What should I feel?

Once as the Cape Fear River
Was being overflowed with
It's strange brew , a traditional mint
The color of fallen brown tears
A aroma of green tea over rice
A particular unknown fragrance
An Ancient river lacks
Of other sweet scents erased
The heart of the Hurricane is fading
Yet you were once a women
Just as you were once named after a man
You were once a women
Just as you were once named after a man
You are a women just as you are a man
Tea over rice
A cup of tea
The background of operatic wailings
A chilling before the haunting chords
A cup of tea for me

Silence once happened hither
To this place of point
Yet , the needle and it's thread
Sleeps forever sewing and weaving me
I once spoke as whispers
A sound of one sea shell
The soft flicking of a
Single sheet of paper
And softly eating jelly beans
A crumbling sound of an empty plastic  
A dance goes it's twist
Crush , buckle , mangle ,and daydream

No-one could perceive with an ear
A sound so softly made of a relaxing guitar tuning
A loosen sound of kitten purrs
A book of Spanish poetry
Translated into modern English

There was a thick fog outside my window
I saw strange flashes of lightning in the shy
There was no sounds of thunder...
A rainbow in a celestial sphere
Of a red beautiful dawn
A relaxation of a whisper
Always to his own
Forever to never I understand

Hello to you dear fall
I've been waiting patiently for you unstressed
For I will greet you
With a whisper near midnight
With a nimbly slow movement
From a pleasantly subdued manner
A near fall whisper

Do we as human beings
Truly know what love is?
We sit and wait in the shadows
While longing for the smell
Of rain to return

We consider thoroughly
And think fully or deeply about
The origins of creation
Before contemplating the stars and moon

When we were  children
The silence of empty rooms
Was once enjoyed of us all
How time flies when sunflowers
Catch the moon rays

Again and again
We have thought
Of this several times
Again and again
We have walked
In the moon light
Again and again
A thousand times

Deep in his heart
He will miss it as it goes
A pool of rain
His reflection once showed him
Once upon a thousand times
A quiet man once daydreamed
Of the different formations of rain

Yet , what did he have to gain?
The war was almost over
He was such a lonely orphan
He could never confess his silence
He once heard the
Static sounds of rain
A presence of tear drops
Surrounding his eccentric mind

Everything was fading away
Time was just another memory lapse
He daydreamed until he could
No longer hear the sounds of tears
He had once remembered
When he was a child back
Before rain was so feared and hated
Before it was seen as a novel of sin

Under his dear black umbrella
He waited for nothing alone
And the clouds were a
Peppered smokey grey
They were viewed as
The separation of loss
An image of abandonment
From a hollow sky

From a sentimental lady
A fading scent
And a fading smile
They once described beautiful
Memories of a dear friend
One day it once rained
It was the beautifulest Parade
You once closed your eyes
And traced a canvas
He's as you left him
Your lover's eyes

To a fading face
To a fading smile
Open your eyes!
You can't daydream forever
Just look, and don't regret

As your cats come
And cuddle you the warmest way
Just remember...tomorrow is another day
Your journal is over there
And your lamp light is on low
There is hot tea in your cup
Take a deep breath
Before you take a sip

Close your eyes
And always remember
That the moon light will
Shine on your face tomorrow
No one has been here
No one has gone

The Elephants and Donkeys
I have grown accustomed to their lies
And their ****** expressions
Are second nature to me now
As most of their falsehoods
I have grown accustomed of
Their tunes of hypocrisy
The tales of the spineless

I can see it in their faces
I can see it in their scripted smiles
And I can see it in their eyes
As they breath out and in
They never think twice of their lies

Promises made, and promises broken
My naked eyes have understood
From a quiet sense of cold discernment
A kingdom of loathing willful ignorance

They once lied to me
As they now lie to you
One great day will
Put them all to shame

Today was so dear
Today was an endless song
That could never last

How I feel, I could never tell you
Under a southern sky
A frozen field
The  days are always short
When I'm in the
Twilight of the year

Branches, figures, and shadows
Were of an endless motion
Verbs were found in no direction
A declining forgotten place

Under a moonless sky
They were very good years
Today was an endless song
That could never last
From naked eyes

Of a frozen field
And twilight scenes
The nightingales and
The sparrows sleep
And just another endless song
How I feel , I could never tell you

He was never one
For their Minstrel Shows
Have you ever heard
Of a shadow calling an unknown name?
As daydreaming in and out of time
He once escaped from those
With slave and plantation mentalities
A place of paper tokens
They never liked the silence around a prayer
They never enjoyed a single whisper
He hid from their stump speech
The blackface clown
Pranks of a lost society
A drifting thought of breeze
From grey to dark green
To moorish tones
One could be never seen
A whispers were as close as a dream
One whisper was as close
As the wind that blows
The shadows of the clouds
Were once racing by so  
Boldly under the governed moon light
A slumber of peace
A single rain drop
Once ran down his face
and such was to
tease a tear
He was once the sand so
Scattered by the wind that blows
There no pretentious person
Could hid nor find
As vintage ice
His hands were from ancient nights
As time passed by
His hands became tender or loving
A glacier that became slowly liquefied
A cold unfermented drink
Poured so sweet and dear
Which formed cold gentle streams
Beside a village green
A single Dandelion

There was a calmness
Of  beauty created by God
Yet no-one ever understood the whispers
And morals of a hidden silence
A seeker of solitude were they
But no one seems to feel the weather
As it quickly changes
Why must beautiful dreams vanish
As a forgotten lie?
Was silence ever the perfect shield?
Was silence ever the perfect buckler
For a personal type of dusty armor?
The rhythm was always
Calling from the shade
It was soulful and cold
And separated by space
That I could only understand it's beauty
My hands first became cold there alone
A single dried stalk of grain
Was the fading star in the dawn
A story was told without uttering a word
But no one seems to feel the weather
As it quickly changes
Why must beautiful dreams vanish
As a forgotten lie?
From a paper moon shape
These silent moments
Will always pass
From hands of cold
A certain shade of shadowy
And half forgotten daydreams

So soulful and very mystic this time so begin
It was so much without saying anything at all
A stillness of silence so profound
The simple and soothing secrets of sounds never composed
A whisper in the ear from a shadow of cool breeze
And slow clouds being pushed apart by the wind
Silence on white cliffs and empty grey skies
A tear could readily fall hauntingly from the view of her beauty
It was so much without saying anything at all
Yet the color of her brown eyes
Seemed to slip away from the candle flame
One would truly dislike as they slowly passed away
They would unwillfully threaten to leave and betray
As pleasing to the senses or mind aesthetically
As  eyes were once closed in the Garden of Eden
It was so much without saying anything at all
From under the flickering light designs
No words could ever compare such of atmosphere
Forthwith the beauty of silence
Thence her intimating shadowy eyes
A clueless looking glass of never sea
Wasted on he in time flows of night moths
Fond affections were never stated to she
From cold secretive envelops,
And faded letters of dusty dry ink
Visionary shadowy landscapes
From the scent of a lost silence
And time became just a lost memory
It was so much without saying anything at all
The leaves gathering in a motion of a winter whisper
An unclear , and uncertain smile almost seen away

Sunday, March 2, 2014
 
give to me silence
 yet give to me solitude
what you can never give me
is a simple truth
what you can give to me
is a simple lie
sing a lullaby for a shadowy girl
sing a lullaby for an autumn breeze
a menacing quietness fills
an empty shadow
a fiddler of a tune of sweet melancholy
it's the need of the line
yet it begins with you
it begins with two
it begins with an autumn breeze
give me silence
  yet give to me solitude
and play to me a
sad piano tune so dim
from a homeless violin
silence is the sweetness of melancholy
give to me silence
yet give to me solitude
I'm wrestling with my shadow
what you can never give to me
is a simple truth
what you can give to me
is a simple lie

He first remembered her sitting there
She was very nervous
And very shy as he
Yet, all he ever wanted her
To do was
To trust in him
She was pleasing to the
Senses of his mind
She was an odd cold in June
As a whisper of peace
From an age of silence
She was beautiful poetry unread
A romantic period lost in time
Her beauty was a sweet
Tyranny to his tranquility
Yet, He loved her
He wanted to be her friend
And thereof was
The best days of his mirage
An Oasis lost in an imagination
She was an odd cold in June
From the edge of an once was
Into the centre of a drozen tear drop
Reflections cloud colors clear
While visionary landscapes were so dear

Nevertheless.

May 14, 2014 at 8:32pm

The shadows Know...

Nevertheless,the shadows know

Yet the shadows now linger

I could lose it all...

Don't expect me to smile

Because it may never be seen

It could be wasted in shadows

Yet, I could lose it all

I was once a whisper of wind

The fragrance of withered

Burnt roses of darkness white

I could lose it all

Yet the shadows know

At this present time

I had not yet come

From a preceding time

Nevertheless,the shadow was cool

Yet, the enigma could never be understood

Nevertheless,in spite of...

I wanted to and yet I haven't the courage to

She was strange yet kind

I once marveled at this curious melancholy of dreams

Nevertheless,and inscrutable it's beauty once were

With pretty cares so slightly to misunderstand

She was strange yet kind

I could lose it all

Nevertheless,only the shadows know

There was nothing of this world that I ever wanted

There was nothing of this world that I ever wanted more

There was nothing of this world that I ever wanted less

Don't expect me to smile,because it will be lost of shadows

I see the world through melancholy eyes

She was strange yet kind

Nevertheless,only the shadows know

It's Red Eyes

June 2, 2014 at 6:04pm

I enter into it...

While it enters into me

We enter into it...

While it enters into us all

So free

So beautiful

So full of images

So full of meaningful thoughts

A nice walking trance

And without averting my eyes

I was lost in translation

I was lost in echos of time

I was lost in the shadowy of trees

I was lost in song poems

I was lost in reminisce thereof

Yet,I was awakened by a stare

Of a Possum with red eerie eyes

Yet,I am here

The night waits for no-one

The answer was mirrored in it's eerie red gaze

Yet, a whisper of breeze seemed to say...

''Can you see the stars that I trace with my fingertips?''

From a nostalgic state of mind

All my senses remain

from a persistent gaze

Of whom can change

The history of nostalgia?

Rain puddles

September 14, 2014 at 4:32pm

I once stood after a heavy rain

The ground was full of dim puddles

They mirrored everything around me

A puddles reflection is always backwards

Yet distorted compared to the reality around

Sometimes daydreams are the distorted

Reflection in a puddle of rainwater

For another day soon will come

I have shut my eyes

Just within a blinded sight

For another day soon will come

Where dreams are left behind

For another day soon will come

I was just waiting to fade away

But when did I ever close my eyes?

For another day soon will come

I've lost,and I have won

Within shifting sands of time

This moment isn't here

It isn't real...

Yet the questions never ends

Come back again...

For another day soon will near

And the shadows will return

Out of the sands of time

A candle flickering

October 6, 2014 at 11:16pm

A candle is flickering,and gasping for it's last light

A diary sits in dust,and emotions hid in shadows

My arms are never open wide

One arm is always crossed

My curtains are always closed

Yet emotions hid in shadows

A candle is always flickering,and gasping for it's last light

The streets are empty and dark

I'm closing my eyes to drift back into you

I long to see the moonlight in your hair

Your a careless whisper

A meaningful nervous beauty

Those with broken hearts are

always looking for something

They can never find in this world

Broken Hearts are always lost in time

My arms are never open

One arm is always crossed

I once loved her then

Who will love her now?

The curtains are always closed

A diary sits in dust

And emotions hid in shadows

A candle is flickering,and gasping for it's last death

I once longed to see the moonlight in her hair

She was a silent nervous beauty

Oh precious moments...

They never seem real

It's so hard to keep

My eyes awake in shadows

When I live within dreams

Why is it so hard to feel reality?

A Statue of Ashes

December 27, 2014 at 9:24pm

I was once lost in a moment of time

She was right behind me

I've tired to tell them

Sometimes...

It's always the same

There were once whispers

Behind my shadow

And it's always the same

She was right behind me

I couldn't tell them

Sometimes...

There are whispers

Behind my shadows

She wanted this world

And it's riches of illusions

The kingdom of Sodoma

The kingdom of flesh

It's always the same

She was right behind me

I've tired to tell them

But it's all the same

Of whispers behind my shadow

Sometimes...

It's always the same

Sometimes...

There are whispers

Behined my shadows

Ashes remain without her

Ashes remain unseen of your beauty

So clear as fallen leaves

As crumbled ruins unknown

Past present and future

Ashes remain without beauty

There was once Ashes behind me

There was once ashes behind my hands

My hands had once held the ashes of her shadows

Past present and future

There were once whispers behind my hands

She became a statue of ashes

Yet It's always the same

Her shadow was once behind me

Yet she became ashes as white as snow

She was once behind me

And it's always the same

For all my broken promises

Have become unto ashes

lost in halls of broken mirrors

One is free to leave it's cage

One can leave this shadow

Yet, It's all that she can't leave behind

Of her crumbled stateus of ashes

I have not looked back

Yet, I can feel her ashes on my hands

What have you done?

What have you become?

She was once so dear to me

Before she became a statue of ashes behind me

A victim of daydreaming

May 2, 2015 at 1:02pm

I live in a world full of madness

I live in a world full of lies

A speech once worked

The crowd into a frenzy

A leader once won a peoples favor

While appealing to their emotions

I live in a world full of madness

I live in a world full of lies

I live in a world full of emotional speech and demagogy

Sometimes I walk in circles while doubting

The world of anarchy around me

Am I intellectualising to much

While feeling too little?

As an adult one learns to cope

When feelings have aroused as secrets

I am the victim of daydreaming

Yet I have nothing and everything

Am I intellectualising to much

While feeling too little?

Anarchy dwells around me

In a slow motion state of rhythm

I'm a victim of daydreaming

Yet I have nothing and everything

As I fade away into the rhythm of life

I'm a victim of daydreaming

And from actions and words

To never understand what they're about

Muted Voices


Frankie Fuller·Thursday, October 29, 2015

One side was green
The other was dry and withered
Which side of the fence did they belong?
Always on the outside looking in
Yet never wanting to enter
Once on a last day of summer
One  become a single rain drop
A beautiful blackish blue
Where the crows would always sing
In the lonely trees
An unknown era was lost in time
Methods of stepping softly
And pretend,were first developed without end
As the blackist of blue
The birds would step back
As they,the humans would step forward
The days became shorter
The days became dim
The days became new
Once the most beautifullest
Women in the world was blind
But when others once made comments of her beauty
She felt as if their words
Was of a meaningless nonscense
Because she knew the world
Was full of pathological liars
Yet she always had affection
For the one with the muted voice
As a seeing eye dog
He once guided her away so faithfully
From the market of slave auctions
One side was green
The other was dry and withered
Which side of the fence did they belong?

Wind blown hair

May 21, 2015 at 10:34pm          

Her hair was the color of coal

But at times it seemed to be

The darkest brown of ebony

Her beauty was from outer space

As if outer space was seen from Mars

She was always in love with the stars

And she was from another time

As one always dreaming

She was never to be finished

She was never to be brought to pass

While she was awake

She was always looking inwardly

As her eyes were always closed

Swamped in feelings to never deny

She could never act

She could never lie

She would drift with every sensation

There was never any middle ground to be found

Because she lived there in her mind

She would go with the joy of silence

There was nothing so deeply from her beauty

It was as if an absence of complete

Absorption was her characteristic of beauty

She would take his breath away

She had wonky wind hair

And she was from another time

When shadows once had echos

She would always fallow

How could she belong to another time

When Echos once belonged to Shadows?

Farwell to sweet tomorrows

She was never brought to pass

She had wonky wind hair

And she was from another time

As the wind would blow

The possessive form

Her beauty would linger on

She was from another era

She was from another time

To hide one's feelings

As one hidden of the clouds

Such terms of a beautiful endearment

Such a beauty of imperfection to be unknown

From an image that was never shown

A victim of stars

From a canvas of sentimental shadows

When colors escaped long ago

from another grey world

They always seemed to have different expressions
When one would look at their hollow faces
A sad face blushing
A nervous smile
And unto them
Was a great multitude
Of a sweet melancholy
They could not give a sign
From a cold era lost in oblivion
Would they melt as
Ice in lukewarm rain?
In their eyes
A world without end
An artificial life
A silver dusty shine of motionless skin
Without questions, answers, and end
Without original sin
They stood there lost
In dim artificial lights
They,the unspeakables
Formed without human shortcomings
Born without human faults
They always seemed to have dfferent expressions
When one would look at their hollow faces

Winter Born
.
March 20, 2014 at 11:21pm

I was once winter born for three days

I was once static cold

it was a breathtaking beauty

the cold was a dagger to my skin

yet no experience of sweet melancholy ever changes

ashes became lost memories of Desdemona

and the foolish act of madness

was everything real before,or after the storm?

was everything real before the fall of man?

i was once winter born

i was once static cold

a beautiful landscape slipping into shadows

a glance from the beauty of a black tear

i can taste her tears on my lips

they are as wild honey,and black licorice

when i see her eyes

i always feel as if i were absorbed into them

yet i apologize for being poetic

because i"m a wandering leaf without a shadow

i was once winter born

i was once static cold

Dreams From Endless



She was pleasant
Down-to-earth
Silent,yet perky
With a silver ankh
On a chain around her neck
And she was always a nurturing figure
To me in my dreams
Her long black hair
Is bound by no rules
Of  the Endless nights
Your one beautiful star
When there's no one around
I'v always been in love with you
But you will never know it's true
When you smile it comes so easy
But you're breaking my heart
Without words,and with your smiles of shadows
I wish you well
But I can not stay
This lovely masquerade
Is getting old
And I will awaken soon
You always say nurturing words
But do you mean what you say?
Do you feel the words within your heart?
Watching you,while your watching me
We always know which way the story will end
Within endless of nights
Your Neptune
One lonely star
I'll always been in love with you
But you will never know it's true
I'll never take this time for granted
Your so beautiful
Please say your lines
The chapter is almost over
This silent masquerade
Of love is getting old
I never want it to end
You always break my heart with smiles and kindness
I've always been in love with your humility,and quiet strength
I'm timid and shy,
But have the courage of a lion
Yet I'll always be in love with you
But you will never know it's true
Watching me,and i'm watching you
Your from Luna
Your a dreamer of Neptune
One lonely star
Please say your lines
The chapter is almost over
I never take this time for granted
I will always love you
But you will never know it's true
Watching me,while i'm watching you
Say your lines,because your smiles are breaking my heart
I'll always be in love with you
And you'll never know it's true

Saturday, July 20, 2013



  
Endless Kisses



I love the lips of you
I love your lips they so satisfy
I love the lips of you
I love your lips they so satisfy
Your the sweetness of shadows
And one lovely grey Sunday breeze
I'm the King of Introverts
I love the lips of you
I love your lips they so satisfy
I love the lips of you
I love your lips they so satisfy
It's so sad
To live in false dreams
And to realize something has ended
When it's all over
How much longer
Must I awaken without you?
All of my images of you
May be illusions approaching dreams
Yet you move among the stars
You really aren't so far
Don't wake me from the dream
That's never ending
I love the lips of you
I love your lips they so satisfy
I love the lips of you
I love your lips they so satisfy

The dismay of a shadow



Unknown and meaningless
unknown and gray
i am a shadow in an empty space
a reversed text in shadows
of your melancholy heart
jasmine flowers soft shadows
of a sweet nectar
unknown and meaningless
i am the shadow in an empty space
and the shadow cast by
an old street lamp of midnight
i will never be understood
and nothing will be said
i am the shadowy of an empty place
a black drop effect
unknown and meaningless
unknown and gray
a shadow cast by an
old street lamp
i am the shadow of an empty space
and nothing will ever be said
feelings so dear of your heart
beyond a mountain range
of a shadow cast by the moon
from the Earth after a solar eclipse
unknown and gray
i was the unnoticeable one
a shadowy of an empty place
yet they were lovely,her eyes
her face was a beautiful painting
as a pretty song so dear
she inspired emotion
and having qualities that
would delight the senses
especially the sense of sight
she was so beautiful
she was so lovely
she was so comely
she was so fair
i once enjoyed how
she played with her hair
she was so fair
with melancholy hair
so dark,yet so fair
yet so beautifully fair
i can see her walking at night
and such is the sweet moments of melancholy

Mourn on my own



I have something to
say in a gentle way
please don't hug me
because i'm a conservative man
meek and gentle
please let me mourn on my own
i'm an introverted soul
and you would never
understand me alone
please don't hug me
no thank you
let me mourn on my own
i'm an introverted soul
i can't put my tears
on exhibition to be seen

shy and gentle
please don't hug me
i will say it in a gentle way
please don't hug me
i'm an introverted man
please let me mourn on my own
i want to ponder on my own
i want to be alone
please don't hug me
i'm a conservative man
gentle of meek
and full of complexity
i'm an introverted soul
and i can't put my tears
on exhibition to be seen
please don't hug me
i'm a conservative man
let me mourn on my own
i'm not a talkative man
i'm an introverted soul
please don't hug me
let me ponder my feelings on my own
because i'm a conservative man of tone
i can't put my tears on exhibition to be seen
please let me mourn on my own
i'm not a talkative soul
please don't hug me
i'm an introverted soul
and most will never understand me alone
please don't hug me
i'm a conservative man
i will mourn on my own
i want to ponder the unknown
and my feelings are not an open book
i will mourn on my own