He is perceived as youth Younger than all A child amongst the gods However he was borne of Chaos Bringing life through love Chaotic and painful love Uplifting and righteous love Melting hearts Make them as unyielding as steel Arrows of gold and lead his tools He uses them with wild will Just as love is Borne from chaos His bow taught and waiting Finding their targets True strike of love Rain your arrows upon me So that I may learn To love myself
He holds a quiver of bright silver Champion of art Chariot of the sun His light warms me Brings inspiration to my mind His unwavering support in all things good Great healer Bringer of sweet gentle demise He slings his arrows Straight into my mind Wonderful warmth he brings Melting my stiff heart Letting its aches and pains fall Onto paper to turn into beauty
the blood drips thick red, from my freshly done finger nails. red like the lives wasted, hearts broken days after this horrid holiday.
we celebrate the imprisonment of hearts, and praise the ******. shooting arrows into those unwilling, killing the innocent, by causing invigorating pain disguised by hallucinogens. making us believe that this was meant to be dosage so high, the butterflies in our stomach making it seem as if we can fly, is our organs crying for help.
we are dying and don't even know it. for a holiday that will fade. bright red for our favorite Valentine's Day.
The arrows of time Struck into my soul It causes pain and deep wound But never last Hurt disappears, wound vanishes It goes forever in the past… Anxiety for the future is nowhere Enjoying the spirit of the present The moment I have right now. The arrows thrive on me forward With no baggage Am I being a free spirit?