In darkness I wandered frightened and scared a smell so strong as I inhaled the room was wet with pillars around I chased to catch the hollow sound no matter where I went and stand the world it seemed away and expand heart it beats like last of its breath no one to hold me save me from death something strange did I see as it came embracing me kind eyes, warm touch I melt and merge! I melt and merge!
Chase me like sweet syrup Running down my throat Plunging into the swirling pools Esentric flames, bursts of passion Only in minutes do I hold your time Clutches of eminent divine Glory blossoms Fawning over youth Rise lover’s quill Awake the beast
I’ve been having writers block, my mind has not yet been cleared.
...thoughts and feelings are soulless soldiers bleeding my blackness like ink leading the cracks to the brim And do they dip deep, indeed... they come out the other side thinning and thinning still and thinning and seething my fabric as my quietness parallels the tempo of serration the wanting of you: to flow and embrace my every erasure with the renewal the slow violent blossoming flowing and growing into our fragrance Our one world
I’m not broken I’m a puzzle not to be solved I’m a bird of… Preying on rain… But the clouds elude my webs I’m the underside of an antisocial umbrella What with the moisture-averse lovers nowadays I shoo them off and twist my spokes And finally I’m no longer pretending completeness for the sake of my surroundings Because She comes clad timeless Comes with thunder And She tastes like all or nothing
With each new day that comes along my heart bursts out with another song of love and longing for that which is always calling me like an eternal ****. 'So near, yet so far' is a term often used to describe the distance which is abused between us and that which is our goal and all we have to do is realise our soul. We'll find sooner or later the Treasured Pearl around which all of our existence does whirl. __________
From my unpublished book "The Seeds Of Life" compiled in 1996.
I was born into this world with eyes of ruby these eyes that burned bright with love and rage, the fiery all-consuming passionate threads. To see the world in violent flashes of color is to live in a whirl of passions.