life shines through the leaf
leaves fall to the ground softly
under leaves death shades

13 - My life was a diamond shining brightly in the sun
7- Till you came with your shadows
13 - I felt the cool shade but it was an ominous one
7-  Like rope hung over gallows
13- Took the shine in my eyes away and never looked back
7- all that's left is my sorrows.

If you could see life in my terms,
The song in my heart
over precarious waters
we two mad cap ruffians of love
Plucking the strings of Eros
From guitars that are not our own
And the song plays regardless
Lifting our love higher and higher
What wonderous sound the vibrato
Upon catching the thrum in the air
To kiss upon that half beat
A stolen moment form a highjacked concerto
Pulsing through our hearts
In beauteous trothes of midnight madness
When all the world is sleeping
And we dance together
Ethereal in our dreams
Our pirated fates
Aligned by birthright,
Forged in opposite directions
We at least have one small mercy,
Appeasing our guiding stars
through the thrum on the wind
Aligning in love upon the sails of pain
each scar knitted in the fabric of our being
Let us ever meet in songs of love
Shipwrecked by our agreement to the symphonia
of our hearts,
Through the ever winding
winds of love.

If you could see life in my terms,

The song in my heart

over precarious waters

we two mad cap ruffians of love

Plucking the strings of Eros

From guitars that are not our own

And the song plays regardless

Lifting our love higher and higher

What wonderous sound the vibrato

Upon catching the thrum in the air

To kiss upon that half beat

A stolen moment from a highjacked concerto

Pulsing through our hearts

In beauteous trothes of midnight madness

When all the world is sleeping

And we dance together

Ethereal in our dreams

Our pirated fates

Aligned by birthright,

Forged in opposite directions

We at least have one small mercy,

Appeasing our guiding stars

through the thrum on the wind

Aligning in love upon our sails insignia of pain

of each scar in the fabric of our being

stretching across the seas of uncertainty

Let us ever meet in songs of love

By our agreement to the symphonia

of our hearts,

Through the ever winding

winds of love.

Beautiful days roll by
arms tangled warmly
heart beats dance together
white sheets veil peaks and valleys lightly
a sweet mingling of delicateness
a breath drawn, a breath shared
a beautiful animal contented and sated
rose buds fallen away
flushes of pink remain,
until the lull of resting seeps in
a breath drawn, a breath shared
as beautiful days roll by
arms tangled warmly
heart beats dance together,
white lies veil lightly,
a sweet mingling of delicateness
flushes of pink remain.

Your indifference
at my disappointment of you
tells me of the imbalance.
Cool eyes and daggers in my heart
claws in my back
split loyalties tear me apart
and still I believe it does the same to you.

I wish so hard that uou would just turn around and
spark my heart
light the fuse that explodes the suns stars and moons
from out of my tempered heart,
to give a word spoken in that one way,
to touch with that delicate intent
to reach for me
and fight for me
and pull me away
from these empty phantasms
calling to my ***
release me.
Open me up to the universe
and let me explode with with mystical madness
let me paint with colours the endless sky
save me from this fortified heartened mess
My love, light me with your fire!
The one that she brings back alight.

her soft petals unfurled and curled open
the nectar drops released themselves clinging to her edges
till the last pull of gravity won its persistent gentle cajoling
the warm scent filled the air surrounding her
exotically hypnotic drawn like a moth
it was at this moment his lips brushed her tendrils
and drawn in, he drank deeply till drunk with ****** love.

Sleep serves nothing but to haunt the mind
The black of your soul seeps out
And smothers all the light
Every fear swirls darkly
Every hope drowns in thickly tar
Breathing morbidity
As I lie here
Tiredness chokes me
As I succumb
I bite down ******* reality
Desperately afraid
The darkness of my soul
Won't let me go.

She moves with such fluidity in your atmosphere draping herself like sheer satin, elegantly etherial...
I feel like cotton underpants
My mouth heavy with words that refuse to reach for air and tie my tongue down and crowd around my throat
My foot steps are heavier, earthier,  than her tip toe grace
Elegant hands drape so adorningly over your shoulders
Her eyes dance with depth
her lips sing with spirited conversation
Mine a steady and constant gaze deep and unyielding
with lips given to sullenness,
And still you gravitate towards me as if she didn't exist

A sickening sign of a new world social order.

The more we disrupt it the happier we will all be.

Unfortunately, conflict is ugly.
Often too one sided in debate,
rather than seeking compromise -

Not left, not right
but smack bang whats left, right in the middle -

-Equilibrium.



Who's saying that? I AM

This strange kind of numb has chased away the desolating pain
there seems nothing in the part where love grows
not in the heart or mind or soul
Is this what death feels like?
Every shred of decency you stole in that **** weak moment of betrayal
you shook the hand of the beast that gave the burden
the thief of my dignity
it was an inncent action between men who respect each other
you had had no right to placee all my shreds of respectably in his palms
to anialate me without provacation
to give me up to avoid confronting the truth
you let my pride die a silent death
the humiliation.
the state of shock
and constant scraping up my self off the floor
it was because you found it easier to forgive, than fight for me
so I died A million painful deaths in that moment
like the love that swore it would die a thousand more
it vanished emphasising the nothing that I am
and you didn't even blink an eye.

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I still remember that kiss you gave me atop a windy cliff
all those years ago.
 I had seen its design in your eyes as they ssoftened
held fast to thier desired destination 
and as I looked up,
neither wanting or not wanting,
afraid of what would come nnext as you leaned closer,
I felt the headiness of your warmth
your arm around my waist
and thought no more of leaving,
rather just collapsing into your design of our duality and merging.
It was a moment lost in time and the beauty of it still wraps my heart.
Even on the coldest days I feel as if it were today.

I remember it this way; 
warm lips nudging,  
melting slowly sweetly,
and rebounding so softly,
drawing ever so gently 
such delicate and soft waves
pressing love into my lips 
the slightest breath
just enough to keep the exquisite reverberating pressures lightly locked intensely passionate yet flighty and light
as not to chase the flutters in my heart away
the sweet mellow taste melding,
collapsing us both into eachother's new beautiful and timeless realities...

feeling wise and centred.

should I share it or keep it close lest it bedestroyed

I am one to impart and share

but there are some who do not care

they tear apart your words for fear

that thier ideals should shatter and thier

true happiness may be visible and require of them much change

I am not a mirror.

I am a window.

I can show you a view  but your reflection can still in it be seen;

and thus, you may see yourself fit well in the scape I am offering.

if you trust me to be wise I may fail you

if you trust me to love you it would be wise of you.

come to my window open the pane and let the breeze of truth wash through you

breathe this space. come out side legs first into my wisdom

and behold what ever you see is yours to take with you

a seed to plant in your own garden. may the view extend you far beyond the horizon and stars

let there be meaing in your life with out going to far and with out staying so close.

let me touch you with what I know.

let me listen to your excuses and smile.

let me show you the way

you may drop bright pebbles along the way

and come back anyway.

let me be your friend,

I will show you the ways of wise

this is my frienship creed loyal and true



Change is the enemy of identity.

Stagnation is the enemy of growth.

Discernment of what is necessary to change and what should not change

is the friend of wiseness.



But love is the only precursor to all these.



yours sincerely,

thought.

One God many ways to worship.
Any religious fanatics that **** innocents wears the sign of the beast,
there is one clear description:
"They will commit atrocities in my name".
All creeds have been guilty of this;
but the devil's greatest trick is dividing us.
Don't defend the indefensible.
Do not judge.
The persons committing these atrocities
are judging and condemning and killing.
You wont see me trying to discredit all that God has made.
It is all creation.
And the one who wants to taint it will deceive us
and as long as we have persons who have evil in their hearts,
who have the cold hearted nerve to commit these  atrocious acts
there will be an exploitation of others.
I pray for all. Everyone of God's creation to be saved.
May the Lord have mercy!

She recognized him by touch and heat
a sudden rise and wince,
a memory bitter sweet
When he played his beat upon her heart
her soul fell into pieces at her feet
called from her depths
pain washed through her as she wept
rising under feminine heat
the ghost of love remained
torture in vain, nothing to gain
the pieces of her soul fell to his beat
like the tapping of the sweet rain
only memories remain

Sparkles on liquid
Careless *** on the warm beach
his cool eyes iced mine

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Lock up your men, and your sons
the war has begun
the truth will not be overwritten

the dark ages have returned
the freedom has been lost
big mother ate big brother
now the Father has come

the pitch forks are ready
the torch is lit
the light overpowers
the truth is out there

freedom
free will
free thought
choices
in a world gone to the lost  
irresponsible altruism
the sense and census skewed

The love will return
the Law will have mercy
your daughters will be spared
your mother will step back in her place beside the father
and with all
We shall learn,
the true meaning of grace
the three virtues
of light
that too many mistake
as the guide to freedom
and liberation
Only to be handed
to the devil
on a plate.

Do not judge others because they sin differently than you.
Be beauteous of heart
be fair of grace
be wise of life
be fruitful
be kind
be industrious
idle hands make for folly
and the downfallen
will cast the steps
to righteousness
one fallen angel at a time.

Stubborness was a trait defined acutely at your birth. Some rogue star endowing you with a will beyond my own. Till now. Each stagnant pause, each inaction is infact an action forging reactions upon me. Sealing a resolve upon my heart to forsake you. All that remains is the molten wax with the words inscrpited access denied. your new monker imbeded upon my skin. And it seeps darkly red in every corner displacing even the last hope. My heart star has faded.
And i dont care. Are you satisfied now?

Stubborness was a trait defined acutely at your birth. Some rogue star endowing you with a will beyond my own. Till now. Each stagnant pause, each inaction is infact an action forging reactions upon me. Sealing a resolve upon my heart to forsake you. No defence, no apology. And i refuse to forgive without one. A bitter betrayal. Left my war and fought your war so hard for you. All that remains is the molten wax with the words inscrpited access denied. your new monker imbeded upon my skin. And it seeps darkly red in every corner displacing even the last hope.
And i dont care.
Are you satisfied now?

where do you go when the wind blows nothing but cold?

who's face do you look for when they all turn away?

what philosophy can get you through pain

when you dont even know how it got there again?


who's to blame when it all rubs the wrong way?

what attitude do you adjust except you own?

what fight is there worth winning when none of it goes away?

the rest is not ours to change there is only so much one can do

what use is the truth when the boundaries are outside of you?


whose dark cloud has invaded my space?

who's light can I really depend on?

When to give is only a part, to take is even harder

what do you account for when nothing adds up any way?

the mood unleashes again another endless fray?


push it all in, just one more day,

the will to live must be displayed

close the door on one more pain,

it all remains the same everything is seen.

learn to live with the new damage

sit atop the pile like a frozen queen


the mantra begins


the self is sustained by the will to live

the soul is sustained by the will to love

the heart is sustained by the reminder of pain

the body is but a hostage to all that remains.


the question begs


where do you look when all else decays?


the answer refuses to say.

How well ******* up is life and the things in it?

I can't believe the love of my life and soul stares at me across a field,
A busy street, a party, at church and I can't go there. Right there where they are ,without the rue of situations past that, have consequentially, rendered something so beautiful and as pure as it it's tainted; passionate as it is deep as a mute and incomprehensible ineligibility.

I could have had the grand kind the kind to end all kinds. Instead, I settled with an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my gut, that I wasn't worth waiting for.

The stars were so cruel. As with all things that glitter, twinkle or shine like your eyes,they seer souls and play favourites. Not that I didn't do well. I did very well, I didn't do deep. Like the kind of deep that travels between our eyes, the kind of heart reverberation that goes beyond soul. I did very well. I am loved and I love; but, there is that chasm sometimes just a shoulder brush away. Always a millimetre times a billion eons away, so close no matter how far, So far no matter how close, all the miracles in the world can't solve it. The devils got his last laugh, and I my last hope. This afterlife better hold its promise, I don't want to face another endless age without you. Its ****** up.

Still, it's perfect in all it's ******-upness. It has lasted this mortal realm far longer than most could ever fathom, and I am perfectly content in it as long as the deep still passes through our eyes across a field, at church, a party or across the street.

******* and your lovely ghost of love
Haunting me just when I ******* learnt to let go
I ******* ache for your presence
That low **** thrum of your voice
That devil may care loving in your eyes
That ghostly touch of unwilling passion
Burning through my defences
The warmth of your war
Invading my senses
We were only ever meant for hurting
Striking each other with painful blows
I wish you never told me that senseless ******* word
Wish you never meant it at all
I wish you never tore me to shreds
Wish you never made me whole
Locked me up in your heart,
And we never even kissed
Will it ever ******* end?
The thrill of you?
I'm so ******* lost with out you
My dearest lovely ****

storms culminate now,
pain is held upon a leaf;
in the stream pain flows.

the air silent with the memory



the images remain



there was once life and hell here



something of description filled the space



children chattering and making noise



always breaking something



neighbours yelling across the way



angy taxi drivers honking their horns



mothers hurrying to the market with their children



not a sound above the wind travels through here now.



no lonely pup begging for food



no children with tear stained faces awaiting charity.



no putrid smells of the unwashed ablusions



no rats crawling through the spaces



nothing.



even the rubble gives no clues to what was here



not one tangible identifyable piece of life or living



if only it would all come back, every stinking bit of it,



but it cant. not even God can fix it.



we lost our way.

****, I miss this place!

the words revolve around in my head unable to get out.

cloisters of verses cling begging for a home under a title

and all I can do is shush them into an untimely death in a grave unmarked they dissapear.

my head aches for my heart ,my heart aches for my soul,  my soul aches for you.

a quiet discomfort lays its shadow over me

and I many times silenced by my avid and monotonous duty and honour bound work ethic

there are too many good deeds to unravel the twisted life ive lived.

there are too many costs to add up the total devastation

a stagnant pool of I dont give afucks everywhere I turn,

but not here. here there is always a bite of soul

a latching of comeraderie

and of physical expectations muted.

here is only the minds and hearts service

here is the solice of cool breezes on suffocatingly hot and dry days

a sunny patch on a drenched waterlogged flashing thunderous landscape

but I cant come when I want most.

and such is poetry among friends and by its nature

such pourings of colourful and transparent globual beauty reflecting a mirriad of soul thoughts and heart empassionings

we are all somewhat rendered offended when our offerings are not burnt in offerings of appreciation

to flutter like white ashes to the sky and land delicately on some haphazzard surface till oblivion.

but it is the nature of life that not all can be taken or absorbed or experienced there will be things missed if not superficially then on the deeper levels.

and so I miss this place when I can not come.

when my hands are tied to other pixels and other machanical combombulationary works.

I am simply a slave of my own doing.

captured by what i brought to life

ever distracted by globules of refracted light and codes of beings whom I find such incredible joy

that I can never repay or inspire as much!

hugss SS

I miss the **** out of you all xo

******* into the wind,
my mind racing,
rabbits of confusion scattering.
Some come back,
some lost forever.
I can't remember your name
I can remember your frequency.
Stop calling me
I can't break the code.
White noise...
standing on a grassy hill,
the wind carves patterns through the ground.
It whispers sweeter than you do
but, you feel like home
and I so want to go there...

the sound of nothing
is impossible to hear.
Silence can be heard.

The sound of nothing
is impossible to hear.
Silence is another matter,
it can be heard on occasion.
Silence can be deafening;
but the sound of nothing,
that is something else.
you can never imagine it;
bearable was your silence
but, your nothing it is
far too much to bear.
I block my ears from the sound.
I scream to make not so.
but everytime I stop;
there it is again, nothing.
Please bring me back
your silence,
that at least
I can
comprehend.

Thoughts drip from my mind as
globulous glassy fluids of emotion.

The curtains drawn,
the veil of love lifted and
bare truths litter the ground
at my feet.

Starry dreamlike flickers
each turned into glaring suns of acceptance;
the loss confounds me.

Amoebas shifting, pushing.
Meniscus pulls back each rush of liquid mess
my heart squeezes through new eyes
in its feeble attempt to fill the void
so glaringly obvious now
with something, anything.

Swallowed whole,
All sense of knowing lost.
The fabric of my undestanding
torn from under me.

As I fall
Betrayal nudges the corners of realisation
but its too loud an echo to make sense of.

Not ready yet.

As the liquid marbles
load up and fire their last
passionate pleas for compassion
the reality knocks intently
I push to keep it out
A long and useless fight.

Amoeba of pain Takes me over.

Senseless,
nothing left to try.
I brace;
waiting for the tears to run dry...

Falling like stars

The pitterpattern of a melting heart

Warming and filling to bursting!

Unstoppable radiance

Unfathomable joy

Casting loving designs and new paths

On once dark velvet

The light show ends

But the embers

burn through the fabric of being

Tearing holes in the hopelessness

Pain of release

Fingers of light reach through

See?

God is Love,

I told you!

You're the lines
in my favourite songs
You're the second beat
of my heart
The close shave,
my love on the run
You're the chasing thunder
to my lightning
Never quite catching up
with eachother
You are why I count seconds,
minutes, hours, days
And months turn into years away
You occupy my mind
you pervade my heart
You touch my soul,
With nothing but time passed;
you are still my greatest hope.

Wondering through the ether of my heart lines,
messy, smoldering smoke ribbons
leading me to everywhere and tethered nowhere.
Love is a woven mess;
a nest of all the discarded twigs and leaves
still, the hollow is so warm and soft.
If only this, if only that,
nothing will stop the ache when it all comes back.
Flashing like gold glints streaking through consciousness
I was hoping I would forget about you
but I keep picking up the twigs.