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six am and darkness still prevails
her casual morning disheveled shuffle to the coffee
still beautiful to me
and so entranced i loose myself in thought
come up behind her in the mirror
and brush my lips along her neck
she smiles and teases with a laugh

we chat over our breakfast about
the day now breaking silently outside the open window
a slight autumn breeze tickles us
as our dog chases shadows in the yard
the whole world seems to be waiting for
the brilliant bright sunlight to stream over the edge
of the world

her dreadlocks woven with beads
scented with roses
i run my fingers lightly along one by her ear
then trace the delicate line of her earlobe
i am intoxicated by her everything
i am in love with her
body and mind
soul and heart

each day is a gift
each smile a world of love
i have waited a lifetime to be here
and each and every moment has made that wait worth it
this is living
this beautiful world between us
shared only by our two souls
entranced and entangled
beautiful dreamers lost in a beautiful dream
I  am only as strong as I allow God to strengthen me.
As a child of Christ, I am a Saint but still not perfect.
For there is and was only one whom walk was perfect.
As a sinner our walk here is a struggle , its in our mind.
As well as in our sinful nature or flesh as you might call it.
For even if we get it in the mind , there is the flesh as well.
So as addiction attacks us in the flesh , making us to want to sin.
So no we are far from perfect, but God is working to overcome within me.
So whatever you do, please do not give up, as long as you're trying.
Through toil great wisdom instilled in my box
In that case I reckoned that I am a blessed fox
But it seems to me that all in vain
Because of my succumb that I can't refrain

Alas... Death to its fangs all our knowledge will be wrack
And who knows what's beyond death, might be all totally black
Are we still sting with the same looping dilemma
In the land of dead are we still haunt by this kind of enigma
Bold and Shameless is a book written by yours truly in the year of 2002.
Everything that has happened to me
Everything that was painted with color
Everything that you called beautiful
All of them were memories

The past was yet a little piece of my life
It was nothing but an ugly thing to me
Thinking about it, remembering, reminiscing
All I hated

It all brought back the thoughts of you
Brought back the fervor my heart had
It wasn't love that I hated
It was you, only you

I let the knives of the present cut
Cut all the pages of my life
Where you were in it
Tearing it all apart

Forgive me, I never wanted this to happen
But you just did
And I don't know how long it will take
How long 'til I have completely forgotten about you

Slowly, the colorful memories got all mixed up
It turned what you call beautiful, black
But there was always this one spot, white
I don't know what it is

But I have a feeling it's still...
*the four-letter word that I used to feel for you.
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