Hidden within a word there is a meaning
Within the line of every sentence there is a message
Who will understand it?
A melody played in a song is inspiration
Between each note lies a symphony
Who will listen?
A cry in the night is like glass shattering
It rattles the silence beneath the darkness
Who will embrace the mourner?
A mouth that thirst should be satisfied
For their soul is longing to be quenched
Who will offer them a drink?
The heart is a place where love dwells
But when it is broken love is without a home
Who will give it shelter
©10/22/2018

Passion is my eponym for I will surround you with my love
Unknowingly your soul will be caressed by stardust from the universe above
Relinquish your heart do not fear for these fingertips will strike the chord for each beat
Pleiades will transform our bodies into heavenly constellations where the planets meet
Love is decreed amid the stars spontaneous as a stellar explosion
Eternally our love will scorch the skies in deep ruby and amethyst bursting with emotion.
7/08/2019

Imagine being confined where you cannot escape
Trapped in unforeseen circumstances caught in the trickery of fate
Delving through a labyrinth of tunnels while trying to breathe
To be transported by the wind is a granted reprieve
The walls closing in on you but you try not to fall
Being smothered in the darkness your path is stunted to a crawl
The labyrinth seems indestructible so panic creeps in
You try rising to the surface searching for the wind
Your breath is stifled in captivity from the deliverer of hope
So you excavate those tunnels striving to widen the scope
An aperture appears but your passage is denied
So you remain in solitary while the wind stays outside
© 7/05/2019

Here lays the truth scattered among the ashes
Observe how the truth manages to remain a seedling inside of its protective shell
It will only sprout in soil that is fertile
As a society it has been bequeathed upon us to live in truth
Yet we rather camouflage ourselves in deceit because the truth is far more painful than the lies
Oftentimes the truth is left to waste as ******* because no one desires to embrace it
Lies is a stench that pollutes the air leaving behind misinformation and corruption
However the seed of truth will continue to prevail
Simply because it germinates whenever it is nourished and received with love and maturity
Hence it flourishes with resilience through diligent cultivation which successfully results in a bountiful harvest
Where the seed has not taken root the ravenous beast will ****** it up satisfying his hunger
Whatever remains will degrade and eventually turn to dust
Therefor let us celebrate in the harvest by cultivating the seed of truth
© 6/4/2019

He remains still during sunrise
For it is at this specific moment when his true love awakens
He watches motionless while the light reveals her unique beauty
He knows that he is defying the very nature of his existence
Nevertheless he does it because of his love for her
He whispers her name gently to not startle her
She remains silent mainly because she understands her delicate circumstances
Her time is brief
So she chooses to not be impetuous but instead,
She expresses her love by exposing her vulnerability
Her behavior is demur yet she allures him with her bold fragrance
He surrenders willingly transforming their union into a subtle breeze
While these two forces of nature consummate their love
The world spins in motion with its troubles oblivious to what has taken place
Finally she peaks fully blossoming with no regrets because she has served her purpose
The warm air begins to stir as he releases his tender embrace
The winds taken by cherry blossoms
© 2019

There was a looming darkness that consumed a crimson red sky
The cries of the wounded could be heard as it echoed far and wide
A warrior saturated in his own blood a badge of honor this sweet savage death
He held on with courageous valor until he breathed his final breath
Remembering tender moments of his true love as they quickly began to fade
His heart spilling his life force as it flows from beneath the blade
While he succumbs to an eternal sleep a soft hand embraces his face
Perhaps it is the woman he loves that even death cannot erase
Above the scent of scattered bodies an unfamiliar odor fills the air
Just a hint of mandrakes rises above the cries of despair
A voice the warrior has never heard before comforts him with these words
“No worries my love I am here for you,” but in the shadows he saw black birds
In a daze his eyes caught a glimpse of the woman who had kneeled by his side
An alluring dark angel with her elongated wings spread across the great divide
She wore a golden helmet embedded with dark feathered wings
Her curvaceous ***** shielded with a breastplate designed by Odin her king
The Valkyrie planted a gentle kiss upon the warrior’s lips
As his spirit departed from his body it was captured with a mighty grip
They ascended towards the heavens dark skies on her powerful steed
A mighty dominion of Valkyries trailed behind with relentless speed
To Valhalla is the warrior’s destination another battle he must face
In Ragnarok fighting alongside Odin with departed warriors who were transported to this place
Perhaps it was magic the Valkyries used to enchant the blood splattered terrain?
A slight of hand with a twist of fate the choosers of the slain.
© 4/23/2019

She lifted her voice in song the greatest performance of her life
Lavished in delicate feathers a splendid delight
The voice of an angel with the body of a goddess
Diamonds and rubies embellished on her bodice
The curves of her frame were arrayed in blues
Royal and turquoise whispers of gold tinted hues
An aria this melody a love song with a plea
It resonated with the spectators their tears were flowing free
But far off in the corner adjacent to the stage
There sat the love of her life her song did not faze
His heart was stone cold an empty black hole
Piercing eyes as he watched this swindler of souls
While serenading the crowd she sought out his face
Their eyes fastened on each other similar to an embrace
But something was amiss about the love in his eyes
Passion smoldering in ashes as the fire dies
In the saddest of moments it utterly comes together
With just an inkling she ruffled her feathers
© 4/18/2019