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363 · Feb 2017
Rest
Christopher W Feb 2017
When shall I rest?
These hands;
Blood washed rocks.

When shall I rest?
This heart;
Bruised and Bullied.
244 · Feb 2017
That i imagine..
Christopher W Feb 2017
Where is the beauty that I imagine in my dreams?
Eternally, I wake, reaching for its intangible glow.

Should I learn again to remember my sadness?
Remembering, it does not reside here in this forsaken place.
189 · Feb 2017
Untitled
Christopher W Feb 2017
I sing this song for you,
o' love of my heart.

you, who would daze any man.
with your humble hills, the lakeside swan.

you call out to the noble among us,
with great atlantic shores, and pastures grand,

i have heard them beat you, yet i hear not a fuss.
distraught i am, hollowed and bland,

how angered i am by they,
who with impunity, revel in your tears.

i'm stupored, befuzzled, left in a trance.
sadness covers me like the night.

for the sake of unbearable feelings; i'm going to fight.
for my goddess with you, with you i shall dance.

as sure the tides return in from your sea,
i will protect you, and it will be done.

in carnal union you will have me,
and we shall meld into one.
179 · Feb 2017
A love poem.
Christopher W Feb 2017
My intense fondness, draws me back to you.
Those aching fragments of something magnificent,
Sporadically stumbling against the walls of my soul.

Once more, your thought captures my whole being
And I feel myself recessing inwards,
Into the twilight of my mind where I can hold you.

There, our bright vivid colours swirl around one another,
Dancing as we did when were young atoms,
We sway in all directions, losing ourselves in the colours.

A  Ritual dance of primal attraction.
Where the lines, of your curves and my muscle merge,
We become one under the flame of love.

You are my harmony, as much as you were then.
The universe knows law, and my law is you.
I am bound to you, and I would have you into eternity.

I cannot craft words with beauty enough, to serve yours.
It is simple and primal what I feel, and I wear no mask.
You would have me forever, and I’d forever have you mine.
145 · Feb 2017
Fallen.
Christopher W Feb 2017
Father, you made me,
In all my form and glory.
As an image of your perfection.

How low then I have fallen?
To bathe in sin shamelessly,
dousing the light of your word.

— The End —