Was it a glitch? Or was it a reminder That the end is coming? I speak to the stars To provide answers, As they have passed on Inspiration to gaze upon For years, But they remain silent As though they have forgotten me. Perhaps since I learned my death day On January 1st, I lost my ability to live With the gift Of new knowledge.
I cheated, And now feel invisible As the world Passes around me. I’m no longer an obstruction I’m just a figure With no shadow, With only the ability to write, And post And fulfill what I promised, But I fear What comes after When yesterday’s Was written illegible.
Among the hideous shapes you are my favoured For the wretched silence of your scoliotic spine flavoured with our crimson wine: Blood diamonds screaming songs of sirens writhing on a desiccated island's edge Boiled alive— can be distilled into the language of a pledge I hereby promise to be yours Foretell you will be mine
I have died a thousand times, yet lived a million more Swept in the natural flow of whispers through the night, Evolving ever so slightly through the passage of time. The mind’s colorful fruit slowly fixing my frayed fibers.
I am immortal, yet nevertheless dynamic, but still unchanging. I may fall with the leaves of autumn, only to return the next year, To haunt the minds of peoples beyond, and coat their lips A golden hue. Shall I tarry any longer in pen and paper?
when you look in the mirror i hope you see more than a reflection
i hope you see hair tangled into nets that trap more than life deep eyes that sailors are lured to until they drown soft lips that can calm a hurricane sloping shoulders that carry the weight of the sea winding curves that even the finest navigators become lost in a strong build that intimidates the sharks and a spirit that can capture the horizon
because that's what i see everytime i look at you,
MY adventure began no less than upon this chilling night when homes of many lower their shades and **** the light. As sullen souls lay down for bed and fall into their dreams some common sense was telling me I ought to follow; but my heart stood firm and I – in place of fear!
While conviction (that solid and shiny compass) melted color-pale and heavy fright that night my plan was nothing more than this: to find the house of EROS to cure my heart of alder blight! After Chaos, Gaia, and Tartarus he was born but for I — as I for him this night, my ambition over fear.
EROS, the God of Love and sexuality could show the path for that enduring love of my bride to be … my writ of right! Nothing more to keep me still so I fled into the frozen hills upon a whirlwind. Yes, me the mere mortal like EROS I sped beating glittering golden wings upon my hidden fear.
Heavy a burden of knowing what must be, that fate of me. As my beast passed through the mist and soared in height she bravely carried on across barren wasteland and icy bog as sad and frozen waters gravely sang to me, “CHAOS …” and my eyes were slightly hidden – Monmouth and fear.
And it seemed to me that humanity might have just begun as we moved by wood and sullen hill surging forth in might. Oh! Pity us as EROS must feel the greater that his bride was no less than CHAOS!
Soon I came upon a chasm which has no name but keeps a flame the light of Luna burned – to see the truth of life this night. The dance of light upon the night stirred a feeling within my soul. Soothing my beast I released the burden of my weight and there she fled into the night like burning crystal – who eased my fear.
And within the gaping chasm of this slightly twisted **** of soil I faced my future fate by gently carefully moving forward into that dim light. And into the night like oil each footstep soaked inside my soul; the fear within this slice of time grabbing my throat so fierce and I, like EROS, felt as one with love, less that burning fear.
My mind a fever beating like a raging river I slowly seeped into the porous night like some hungry ravenous creature who only wishes blood and bite. But soon that moment of decision as I met that ancient door of lore. And with my hand so cold and gray I took to knock upon the legend no less EROS. In retrospect I must confess: seconds felt as minutes – minutes like hours, all in fear!
The sane and stable heart might wish to judge the fool I am but the need for love is stronger than the shame of fools or mortal smite. To those who know the pain and silence of an empty life tonight compels the heart to find one’s lover and to face one’s fear and fright!
I met a busboy and once he really ***** twill of this winding expressway with a bourgeois vex in this supper quest why a Turk described them admirably a shrew whirled in a shrill of the night still could skirt his papa's pants in a romance of tennis to further kind with a match only with a foul drama again and put it in court