I walk alone amidst the shadows
of a life which I thought it would
be bright once.
I speak loud into the cold silence
of this loneliness and all I get
back in return is the sound of
shattered dreams as I slowly fall
into pieces.
Where is the bright smile which
used to colour my eyes?
Where is the hope which gave
me strength to push forward?
Where are the hands which
would catch me into a tight
grip before I fall into the dark
vortex of oblivion?
Where are those eyes which
gave me strength to fight
against everything since the
moment I gave life to them?
Now all I have is my soul
wrapped within the veils of
darkness...

What does a butterfly do? What is a butterfly like?
It takes long for her to be born and then she has the Freedom to fly and live just for one day before she dies. Likewise, I will fly around you and I will try to inspire you with my beauty before I fall on the cold ground and become a beautiful memory. The butterfly is not afraid to fly towards the dancing flames of a fire. She doesn't know the danger. She is just attracted by the fire's dance, its warmth and fierce. She sacrifices her one and only day of life so she can feel the warmth of those flames. She doesn't know that despite her sacrifice, the fire will still burn her. She doesn't know that when she offers her beauty to this dark twisted dance, it will make no difference. She is heading to her own destruction and yet she flies..

Your fingerprints, like the touch
of a masterful painter, color
my skin, as if it was an empty
white canvas, which now has
the signature of its owner on it.

Your passion, like a fierce fire,
burns my whole body in every
move I make, as if there is an
invisible lighter, which lits the
flame of my desire every time
I try to get away from its net.

Your love, like the darkest and
the most twisted challenge makes
me addicted to it as if you can
inject it into my system and
dope my senses with its
flavor, creating the need in me
to have more.

You, like an old unbreakable
bond, keep me bound to you,
making me feel once again
that I belong to you...

The
most
  wasted
   of
    all
     days,

is
  one
    without
      laughter

Sand chokes my sea blue eyes
Heat like waves invite Delusion's rise
My wandering soles worn to pride
But I won't give up on paradise

'Cuz I know
There's an angel waiting
To welcome me to the oasis
And I know
I can make it to your cool shoreline and
I won't waste this, my new horizon

There's the ocean just overhead
I'm not dreaming, no, I'm not dead
I'm just hoping for a splash of rain
Some clouds to wash away Thirst's looming dread

I'm collapsing and it's not enough
I'll be buried before the sun is up
And you will never know if
I truly loved you or if this was all a bluff

'Cuz you know
I'm no angel gracing
St. Peter's golden grating
And you know
I don't know to give up my hallucination and
return to your old foundation

I may die with my bones
Exposed in blistered sunlight
But in my hand
there'll be an old photo
Of you and I

Whispers in the dark
Late night rendezvous
The pale light of the moon filters
Through sheer curtains
A warm summer breeze seems to cool our skin
Bathed in a light sheen of sweat

.....please don't stop

Dark long hair tumbles around her face
Shrouding the pale light that glistens
Gleams from within allowing the warmth to spread
To become more sensuous

.....please don't stop

Low whispers and gentle touches
Graze over the luminous silky smooth skin
Teasing and taunting areas that are already sensitive
Subtle silhouettes that sway gently to and fro
Caught up in the breeze that flows

.....please don't stop

Orchestrating motions moving as one
With a silent symphony that glides between them
Swept up in the moment of eternal now
All else forgotten
Hearts soaring and nothing else is heard
But the sounds of delectable bliss

.....please don't stop

Tenderness abounds
A twist of primal urges
Encompasses them both
Wrapping them together in the warmth of one another
Jasmine, Rose, and other sweet scents
Cling and surrender in the passion that's released
Flower petals and lightning bugs
Seem to float, glow around them

.....please don't stop

Love she's never known like this
passion she's never quite tasted before
Not ever wanting to be alone now
She's found such heaven within her embrace
Quiet murmurings of need whispered
Her touch calls her to come undone
Her lips blazing a trail over her skin
Tasting her while she explores into the very depths of her
Filling her with herself

.....please don't stop.

Gentle urgency brought to a slow motion
Only to have the pace quicken and stop
Twisting and twining in a warm embrace
Never loosens its grip bringing them closer towards the other
Allowing the senses to soar and crest
Giving themselves each in the joining to one another

.....please don't ever stop

Let words be the tools that heal.  
Let them be the balm and the bandage.
Let them be the antidote to suffering.

  If they must form stories,
  then let them tell us...

of beauty, we still hold inside.  
of the Stardust in our bones.

  and the prayers of our ancestors
  alive and beating in our chests.