Attraction isn't choice, but love is and it is for everyone.

The best result comes when everyone in the group,
does what's best for him and the group.
Anything else is Self neglect.

Far too late, be my guest.
Mired in the thick of thin.
Be dumb, be doomed.
Peace by the pistol.

To the wind, dance and song.
A desire as old as tale, to have and hold forever.
Throughout life and beyond death.

The embers of your eyes, thaw my heart and summon my smile.
Here and now, our little death.

The horrors of oblivion swamped in tears.
Vehement loathing for my grotesque deformities.
Staying clear of the shadows, dusk always finds me.
The rotten odor chokes and suffocates.

The burden of heat upon me.
Light flooded eyes, flashing forward.
Lonely and not alone, following the sun to tomorrow.
The shadow kept aloof.

We are all rich in time.
A possession not to keep,
but to spend wisely;
with which anything is possible.

A fierce arsenal of beauty to which words cannot convey
Striking from the highest realm of the heavens
A heroine insearch of a taste of defeat

I was onto something,
that something was onto me.
A thin line between addiction and control.

Beast of burden,
taking what they can give;
priceless because it's not for sale .

Wishing on shooting stars,
Youth burning with rage,
Conveying then to the now,
Coveting roses without thorns,
Days without nights,
Brooding dreams, living lies.

Love is real as death.
Respect to persons is an illusion.
Strong enough to resist, yet too weak to prevail.
Our innocence is ephemeral.

Celebrated by crowds on Sunday mornings.
Popularity does not assure prudence.
Lace and silver.
Laughter and confetti.
The joke is on you,
Lifting the veil of ignorance.

All my friends disappeared with night
I can't wait to retire, to care for; to be cared for.
To starve, a shot in the dark.
A lifeless system, numb to core.
Caring more to be loved, has all my love.

The temerity to flee moments of stillness
Bingeing on decolletage, bingeing on derriere
Time subduing restraint without tantrums
Sentiment moving us, sentiment consuming us

I live in fear of becoming.
The dream of being something over nothing.
A life on the edge.

The fear I feel stirs curiosity in my soul,
For you are the ever towering light.
My eyes only see in your presence.
When your flame burns out,
I become one with the darkness.
Your return is only but blinding
And your touch is golden
So I walk out to you blindly

Steaming towel against skin,
Cold shinny metal choking my finger
Salt streams rushing down the fall

A cold bottle to loosen a nerve or two.
Demanding results and mostly good results.
The useless ordained the worst fate,
a life alone; being your best friend.

Polar opposites Attract
Different scares everyone
Terror surfaces love

Flocks of plumage together
Familiarity soothes fears
Certainty surfaces indifference

Desire follows arousal
Happiness is voluntary submission
Violation surfaces hate

I like it when you turn to me and whisper,"I told you not to overdress."
The warm tickling air flooding my ears.
As fine people steal glimpse from their rows, and I turn to you.
Sealing your cherry lips with a kiss.

Beauty is symmetry, like day and night.
Where everything is done in moderation,
and there's nothing beyond as before.

Don't associate with love.
It seeds doubt and turns you inside out.
To stand for it is to stand for nothing.
There is no fate worse than that.

Ejecting with all passion of a gushing river
The rage of the heart against the soul
A lot of willpower, self control and practise
In making the way home, in the best way known
Indulging necessities to not gratify animal passion

She is the summer sky, on working days.
Always pouring love, sprouting joyful laughter.
There is no drought, smiles on smiles.

Loving you for barely speaking,
stable and reserved.
The one to keep my secret.

Mediocre attention lusting covets, be consoled that nothing will last.
Truth is singular and its versions are mistruths.
Always complaining, Always explaining
A river gushing with all its passion
Action is a common place, right action is not.

Seeing how the river flows,
drowning all that thrives against it.
I cry for a promised tomorrow.
A love that knows no age.
A love that conquers all.
I take comfort in knowing, you will wait.
Yet my soul aches,
at the thought of time not waiting for us.

I see you since I was nine
You are yours, I am mine
It has been seven long years
My sky is grey and full of tears

Selfishness apt to inspire love
Broke another promise, broke another heart
Surrender to enchantment
Carrying on the way the wind blows
Hold on loosely and don't let go
Everything is going how its meant to be
Checkout anytime and never leave
One way ticket, red light nightmare

Lightning flashes, thunder rumbles.
The cat meows to the pleasant aroma.
Dogs whimper to the frosting cold.
The good encourage potential,
and the worst cannot let things be.

Mother with the rod,
Father with reproof;
Let not your love spare for my crying.
God with consequence of choice and habit.
To leave me chained to fate, by myself.

Living in the middle of the crowd.
A thin line between love and hate
An island in the open sea.

Shaken and cracked.
Tumbling to persistent waves.
Built walls thick and high.

In a world silent and familiar.
Heaviness left, gravity let go.
Afloat and above it all.

Lurking above the storm, lurking beyond the night
Orange to your peeking dawn, orange to your peering dusk.
I'm your sunshine.

Eye in the midst of a hurricane, Anchor to a troubled ship.
Blue to my curious sky, red to my raging passion.
You're my rainbow.

Beyond all the chaos, complementing the blue sky.

Wanting it where I crave it.
I didn't give myself away.
I imagined giving myself away;
No, I imagined myself taken away.

An oath before God and men
To never judge at all times
To love them all the same
And still I find myself
On your flank

Fuming with rage , ink splashing.
A world so loud, a tainted canvas.
In need of a friend, a forest.
To listen, when low and trickling.
To listen, when spilling and roaring.
A river in the midst of the jungle.
A fire through the night.

Born unto trouble
My rainbow is overdue.
Girding up my ***** before demands.
My help is in me.

Smoking chimneys, colorful fireplaces.
Familiar strangers, radiant smiles.
Isolated gatherings, cheerful carols.
The void between.

I want love
I want freedom,
and not much to depend on
but I need the truth.

It wasn't easy to be happy for you.
After all you were all my reasons,
but all I was caged you.
Seeing you with him and not me.
Oh, what a beautiful sight.

Conflict without compromise.
A secretive anxiety and horror; from which springs the flower of love.
Our coloured canvas.
Shades of crimson, Shades of scarlet.

Mother should I run for president?
Mother do you think she is good enough, for me?
Mother do you need to be so high?
Mother should I trust the government?
Oh! Isn't it just a waste of time.

Its wise to pretend than to show,
and if you do; better it only be your rage.
Like thunder rumbles and lightning strikes.
For the settling of the storm,
welcomes the appreciation of the calm.

Growing up without mother's love, with only the sky to look up to.
The current would wash me up where it wandered.
The world could only pity for my kind.
Channeling my burning rage into my trade, earned me a small fortune.
The skies were clearing and with that a blinding light emerged.
The light shone in my eyes and the warmth touched my skin.
Trading all I had and was to own the beautiful star, without realizing the light had a mind of its own.
I lost my freedom, together with the memory of my mother.
Chained and conquered by love. I take what I can and wait in line.