his eyes are one of my favorite things about him.
but i can never draw him, much more his eyes.
not even when i try.
i can never capture the way his eyes glow
as soft as a little star when he smiles softly,
or as bright as the sun when he beams.

i can never copy the intensity of his gaze
without my pencil lead breaking or my hand tensely shaking,
in fear of giving injustice to such opened and clear windows
to his beautiful soul.

i can never shade enough to give it the depth similar to reality.
i can never bring out the emotion of his eyes
with my pencils
like the way he does with his heart.
i can never draw the flutter of his eyelids,
the curls of his lashes,
the color of his irises,
or the void of his pupils,
all of which i get entranced and ****** into the blackhole of his soul.

i can never draw him in the simplest way:
his eyes staring at me.
because i can never look into his eyes
or lock gazes with him--
not even with a still portrait.

I push your hair away from your face the way the wind blows the clouds away from the face of dusk; both actions exposing the creative glories of God's artistic hands. You are already the moon, yet little did I know you are more than what I think: you are all of the night sky. You hold the moon in your eyes, moonbeams in your smile, and constellations which dot your face in the form of moles.

And it's only now that I understand why they're called the beauty marks of a person.

And it's only now that I realize I can embrace the eventide and continue floating in a dream into the dawn.

And it's only now that I'm able to see nightfall as the last thing I see before I close my eyes.

And it's only now that I know I can literally kiss the stars and the rest of the night sky good night.

The one that I love,
he's so sweet.
He lights up my dreams,
as I close my eyes to sleep.

His smile is a sight
that I always long to see.
Even when I'm upset,
his laughter spreads to me.

When things become tough
and rain comes crashing down,
despite not knowing how to swim,
I'll never let him drown.

I live,
In the lucidity of dreams
Undreamt

Eternally naked,
In front of a crowd
Yet, dwelling
In a trench coat style
I'll bare you my soul,
Yet hide my face
I prefer my words, on the wind
Felt,
Never heard
A fading voice
In the chamber of
Never Unlocked
In the realm of things touched
I remain untouched
Unkown
Reality holds no fascination for my eyes
I went blind when the hopscotch grid got washed away by the rain

I live
In the lucidity,
Of dreams
Undreamt

Mine eyes seek the treasure of peace to behold

It's Thor, God of war

That your arms enfold.

Symphonies are written in honour of peace

As well as war.

You can stop fighting now

Just stop.

Accept the deliverance of olive branches

And let your rage subside

Gently as the falling of dove feathers.

Your enemies have died

Yet you battle on

With nights spent alone

Excluding all

Except the tempest in your mind.

Alas until you follow the way of peace

The storm you hold will abide, not cease

And as Tolstoy said

"The two most powerful warriors

  Are patience and time"

Each of which you'll find

Are mine.

God, just askin' to get a message to you 
My heart is broken through and through
I've been dreamin' so many bad things
It's tearin' my heart apart

God, just wondering if your there
The moments seem long, you don't seem to care
I've been dreamin' so many bad things  
It's tearin' my heart apart

I've been dreamin' of saving him
Another day standing on water
Another day of my strengths stretched to thin
Another day of what I've been after
Can't seem to see where I've been
Been just dreamin' of him

God, just been askin' what's gone wrong
My days seem short my nights to long
I've been dreamin' of saving him
Just one more lousy time

God, what's been wrong with me
That I'd put off caring enough to see
That dreamin' about him isn't given me more time
Time to see my heart in rhyme  

I've been dreamin' of saving him
Another day standing on water
Another day of my strengths stretched to thin
Another day of what I've been after
Can't seem to see where I've been
Been just dreamin' of him

God, why did he have to leave in that way
Why I'm I relivein' it every day
In my dreams it's all confusion
It's tearing my soul apart

God, are you going to leave me alone
To fight the battles I've been shown
Cause in my dreams there is no solution
It's breakin' at my heart

  
I've been dreamin' of saving him
Another day standing on water
Another day of my strengths stretched to thin
Another day of what I've been after
Can't seem to see where I've been
Been just dreamin' of him

 

I've heard talk of speech that warms the cold,
-- it cures the soul -- when hope's foretold.
I've seen those who preach
but cannot behold...
Leave depression unchecked
as if it would be too bold
to say something..
Meanwhile, the other is suppressing
the urge to ask.
Why do we retract?
We're often afraid that they might push back,
and they may....
But one day, if they look back,
they wont be able to say
that noone cared.
They won't be able to turn off the light
saying "noone will despair".
It may save their life.
*Is it not human to care?

My hands caress the back of her neck
-- her curves leave little to be desired.
There are six keys to her heart
and I know just how to turn each of them
the right way.
I stroke her gently,
causing her to cry out with pleasure.

Beauty incarnate,
she shines like a rising sun
-- the centerpiece of the party
-- always there for me,
with her flawless melody.

My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.

I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.