"heavans" poems
We've got a old love
We have ancient souls
We have lived and loved and lost
A thousand times before
A love born of the purest celestrial flame
Bright blue and searing
Heavans memories echo our names
We've got a old love
We have ancient souls
A love rooted in the heavans and cast by fate
Destined to live forever
Soul mates
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 9:54 PM UTC
I want you to want me.
With raw, unweavering power, I want you to want me.
I want my scent, my voice, to dance whimsically into your senses.
I want my face, my body, to creep into your memories.
I want you to want me as if your very life is dependant upon my touch.
I want you to want me as if you were addicted to the taste of my lips.
I want you to want me in the way that I'm always wanting you.
I want you to want me in the way that I never stop thinking about you.
I want you to want me with a passion that burns hotter than hellfire itself.
I want you to want me with needs more intense than the wind and rain that falls from the heavans.
I want you to want me.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 12:18 AM UTC
Your my anatomy antidote. Mentor, a friend to the broken. You know I'm not a prodigy. But honestly you've always believed in me. In perfect peacei dream of the secrets in store. At utopia door. I wish I could sneek. To this place of harmony. In a waterfall in a rainbow. There are gumdrops. And Beauty. So much love. Walking in a fog of colors.
Chorus Your sending me to the promise land sending me and someday I'll see water change to alchol. The miracle man healing the blinded. Walking on water is no challenge in the promise land. Ohh the promise land.
Flowing out comes a river of milk. Spreading trees with trinkling honey. Dripping in cinnamon. There are sins cast down. In the mist of the ocean. As the blue tide comes in it washes them all away.Forgiven and forgotten are our past mistakes. Here Emotions. settle and don't rot in the sun. The ocean is full of water you breathe under. And there are no bugs. Only the ones that benefit us by fluttering by with vibrant wings. This is my mission to touch this utupia that many have called heaven. At the gate of destiny.
Chorus Your sending me to the promise land sending me and someday I'll see water change to alchol. The miracle man healing the blinded. Walking on water is no challenge in the promise land. Ohh the promise land. Flowing out comes a river of milk. Spreading trees with trinkling honey. Dripping in cinnamon. They call this place magic with grace. And theres a canal filled with unfamous greats. Anyone can swim in just for enjoyment. Lifes great cause here it lasts forever, never ending.
.And there's no disease that sends you to the grave. And when he gave his life away. He gained the world it's victory. Because. Of this humble servant I can honestly say I believe. I believe. Beleive i am saved. When he bled on the cross. He took my heart and mended it into clay. So he could mold a perfect being. Out of sinful me. Beautiful flawed l. Chorus Onward we walk. Together we stand. Forward we soar to the promise land We lift our swords to slay the beasts that live here in this human air. And on the beach we will dance a soldiers victory prance. From here you can Look at the sky. Feel the heat on your skin. Hold the sand just to watch it slip. Stare near the clouds see the gulls float. With perfect unity they land in unison. Reminding me that there's is even better above the clouds and in the heavans.
Apr 24, 2010
Apr 24, 2010 at 6:00 PM UTC
It's strange how this calligraphy
Instills an impression upon your mind.
What's true for me ain't true for all.
We each have our experiences
The meaning that we find.
Our lives aren't ours to abdicate
They belong in all the places that
We seek.
Love will peek
Round the corners of the chairs
We do avoid.
Whispering all our wants and needs
All shy and coy.
Speak them loud or none will hear you.
None will gather all your cloth into the storm.
Until it's yours.
So scream unto the heavans.
Declaring what is yours.
But that is no guarantee
That happiness will fall at your door.
You'll walk the road abandoned
Accompanied by a roar.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
"Rain is the *********** of the Clouds.
Thunder its moans,
And Lightning its ****** from the Heavans.
Hence, when it comes down it gives life to plants, earth, men and Women, so exquisitely!"
Idea-Alaine Randall
Composed: Ceida Uilyc
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 7:15 AM UTC
The sky Teasrs, revealing the heavans
Angelic light pours down upon me
The light is bright, but not blinding
A silhouette begins it's long decent
Even as she falls I am left speechless
unable to move, stunned by beauty
The closer she gets, the further I fall
Falling for her as she falls toward me.
She floats toward me like a feather in the breeze
her delicate feet meet the ground
her eyes meet mine and I freeze
eyes like pools of water, telling me everything
Her soft lips silently fall apart
she utters the words
"You're a cute-cumber"
that's all she said
that's all she needed to say
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
I really just want some ideas on where to go with this. Please and thanks!
A winding trail gradually tapered off into the woods
where the trees bit the hazy Autumn dusk,
branches protruding upwards
like the crooked teeth
of an aged jackal.
Fragile creatures,
the likes of birds and small rodents
dart into the dark confines of the daunting forest.
Like fleeting wisps of dry, rolling leaves they flee,
hoping to find shelter beneath the massive expanse of huddled, wilted trees, just in time before the weight of the setting sun
could fall upon their tiny heads and
extinguish the tiny capsule of air
from their little lungs
in the same way
the last flickering silvery and golden
webs of light
were extinguished from the sky,
giving an amiguity to where the horizon ended and the Heavans began.
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 2:23 AM UTC
The starlight laughs
The golden tail
A glittering trail
Swerving in space
Changing with shifting gravity wells
Leaving only cosmic dust
To race
Thoughts to trace
The space between the space
Swishing through infinity
Fishing for divinity
Sea of siblings swimming to
Giggling back with static
No violence required
By the faith they inspire
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
silent. be still your heart.
the end will soon be here.
deny as you may, you can no longer fight that you will no longer have fear.
quaint, be still your mind.
the haze will soon be lost.
and though you scream to the heavans, I ensure you that your calls have no cost.
steady, be still your hands.
the light is soon to come.
and though your riches were much in wealth, it will no longer see have a sum.
solice, be still your soul.
the tears will soon be shed.
the friend that you loved and adored, have cried at what has been said.
transcend, be still your vessel.
you have finally been freed.
as you have realized, the angels will bring you to your knees
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 7:08 AM UTC
we are all
just part
of
the cycle
of
decay
heavans heave in silence
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 3:49 AM UTC