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BlushBlush
Kiss of
crimson upon
the snow
winter's breath
Touch of rose
passions fire
burns
6:03 PM - 9/8/2008 - comments {0} - post commentKing of FoolsKing of Fools Now you have seen where I have been you know what I have seen surely by now you understand forever is lost in the snow I've looked the tiger in the eye where truth and lie have no significance the only difference is what one would believe We raised piranhas in the park while we sung our own songs older than Christ and the fall of man each offered his own blood sacrifice Living beneath the moon in our castles made of sand while I jumped the gun right before the shot Death was just another private affair I was the one laughing in the back at the funeral dressed in white among the black priest eyes watch with gruesome care But what do the dead care if we dance upon the grave or cry in the land of nowhere I made a promise on an old sharks tooth more than I'd ever swear to the Bible that Book of Lies, your honor honor your honor what does god have to do with it? He sits upon a throne made from your tears but we never had a care we use to race crickets for good luck kiss the spider and live forever When the curtain falls in the dark you know only what was left unsaid while in the snow your immortalized a bride in white, your crimson disguise. 2:51 PM - 9/7/2008 - comments {0} - post commentThe Wax DollThe Wax Doll
She was a doll
with painted skin
and cherry pit eyes
Made for sin
with lips of lime
and peach pit cheeks
Her hair a golden weave
only when the sun did not shine
how sublime
Crafted just so
with skilled hands
working over flesh and bone
Ivory essence
with a rose bud nose
laughing in silence
In silk and lace
black patten shoes
she stood at the stake
A Mona Lisa smile
and eyes that did not blink
she held the truth hard as stone
Not a word, not a breath
she had no heart to beat
even as the flames spread
Not a drop of crimson
only wax began to disfigure
soften and solidify
May she be molded again
each time with a little less soul
while she watched in silence
Perhaps it was just a shadow
or did she just wink, a twisted smile
a creature without a heart
What does she feel?
while all her parts are implored
one thing she knows, the taste of death.
11:29 PM - 9/1/2008 - comments {0} - post commentMornings BreathMornings Breath The first breath of morning flush upon the skin like the brush of rose petals in the wind. A quietude that cannot be put to words but felt and understood in a precious moment where all stand still at peace A subtle realization all too soon lost a beauty of the harmony of the soul Gentle caressing as the warmth of the sun seeps into a tingling breeze not to be rivaled In an eyes blink like only a passing dream it slips away too easily disturbed, a shatter like fragile moth wings. 12:36 PM - 8/31/2008 - comments {0} - post commentWake No MoreWake No More
Distilled
from sleep
wakefulness
Awake
trying to return
to unwake
unreality
Dreams
flitting by
unconcerned
butterfly wings
not to be caught
Wide-eyes
seeing nothing
dawn irritating
imitating
something now lost
Trudge
through days
hours; minutes
unassuming
unresponsive
Only for the remedy
nights falling
welcoming; embracing
stilled again
into sleep. 4:01 PM - 8/22/2008 - comments {0} - post commentThe Pale Horse RidesThe Pale Horse Rides There comes the pale horse across the glittering snow a sea of white, where ghost prints leave no trails. A shadow of a figure mounted upon its back undisturbed by winds despair it seems to glide as the pale horse rides. There is no escape when the faceless shadow extends a hand, a whisper lost to the souls come and ride away upon the pale horse Moved, quaking inside only coldness is the touch but there is no denying the draw to the darkness. To be swept away upon the pale horse and ride forever into the light of the moon come and ride away upon the pale horse There echoes softly in the still air not a sound heard, not a sound made you know the time is here. The time to ride into the darkness and sing the chorus of souls come and ride away upon the pale horse. 3:35 PM - 8/19/2008 - comments {0} - post commentThe Feel of You, Taste of You, Scent of YouThe Feel of You, Taste of You, Scent of You
Close to you
I feel your breath
warm; tantalizing
The scent of you
lingers in the air
the touch of you
a caress in the darkness
Your fingers lead me through
trusted wholly to you
flesh upon flesh
set aquiver and afire
The taste of you
upon my lips; my tongue
skin upon skin
you find all the right places
Falling into you
your thighs
hold me still
your heat radiates
Thrills ripple through my body
you know just where to kiss
each stroke
of tongue and fingers
awakening
My love, my lust
set me free
in the ways of love
Your body instructing mine
naked in sin
naked in innocence
Limbs wrapped up in each other
hushed words, whispered names
rhythm of two bodies
friction; heat; sweat
body to body
yours and mine.
8:00 PM - 8/15/2008 - comments {0} - post commentSoul-SickSoul-Sick
Too many lives
left behind
to be brought to this point
upon the trail of dust and bones;
death in the wake,
but only a death of the body,
yet what becomes of the soul
when the world makes it feel
insignificant
With so many changes
born witness,
so much pain and sorrow,
and yet when one no longer belongs
what is to be done
There must still be a calling
to lure the soul back into body
but this currant state of being
so miniscule compared to
what had once been
A longing for a place
that can never be returned to,
a world that was worth so much more,
such things praised today
eat away at the soul
that still remembers
Remembers a time of meaning
those who exalt the shallow glories
of today are those who forgot
or never knew the power that once
sung true
When every rock and river was sacred
the trees wise teachers
when man knew how to be grateful
for a life that was not by birth-right due
but earned in every act
How could any soul
that once remembered these bygone
days of yesteryear
truly be content
in a world
where all meaning is forgotten.
4:41 PM - 8/14/2008 - comments {0} - post commentSoul RythmSoul Rythm
I feel the internal hum
Speaking to me in depths
But carried within
It has no language
A spasm of sound
But far from silent 9:15 AM - 8/14/2008 - comments {0} - post commentAn End In FireAn End In Fire
Perhaps my pain
is the greatest pains of all
a loss of hope
a spreading numbness.
The wasteland is coming
a time of death and dust
it will be an end in fire.
The world will burn
it will burn for greed
and ignorance
for the fat wealthy
and communist countries
it will burn for all technology
and so called progress
a joke of civilization.
If you wonder
who is responsible
for the slaughter that is to follow
the last extinction of every
endangers species
the end of life
you need only to look in the mirror
each and every one of you
you have all contributed in some way
for your every modern convenience.
But most of you will get off lucky
the atheists who believe death
is the final end
the Christians with their heaven and hell
but I have the misfortune
of reincarnation
what will be the state of my soul
once there is nothing left
no where else to go.
A floating oblivion
I draw memories
from the past
a world much richer
though others claim it was a time
of savagery.
What has really changed now? 8:39 PM - 8/7/2008 - comments {0} - post commentCancerCancer All things must come to an end or so they so like to say but do they grasp the flintily; enormity; the terrifying consequences of these words tossed around like flippant philosophy but than man always loved self-fulfilling prophecy to be right at any cost that is the creed of the human race. Pitiful and in disgrace; some speak of protecting the innocent innocence, such a relative term for I see none, not among the race of homo sapien guilt flicks in every eye your very existence should be a crime. Every act of laughable charity is only an attempt to try and fill the void somewhere inside so you may face yourself in the morning convince yourself you´re doing some good but inside you each know the truth if you want to stop the cancer of this Earth save the true innocence who have breathed long before you take a lesson from the lemming they dive off the cliff sides by the thousands self-extermination for the greater good. 4:29 PM - 8/7/2008 - comments {0} - post commentWater Is ForeverWater Is Forever Water whispers softly, a murmur against the roar, but its voice remaining forever memorized, echoing in the mind, while all else is only momentary fading away as soon as it passes Yet water is forever, a trickle that runs in the stream of thoughts, taking you away from all other noise of meaningless sounds, but water imparts a message Flows freely, reshaping as it is shaped, following a course along the trail it blazes Water is immortal and never forgotten, wearing away steadily with each passing age, always the sound of water can be found even as a faint gurgle or a resounding roar. 9:02 AM - 7/29/2008 - comments {0} - post commentWhat Love IsWhat Love Is My love quivers through my body with a force which tears apart each of my fibers. A fire burns through my soul as my love is a passion spreading beyond all control. Need aches within every nerve as my love proliferates like a cancer deflecting all attempts to stifle it. My love rises upon growing waves mounting up into a tsunami which no boundaries or barriers can stop. With all the power and force of nature my love comes in a flood rages like a hurricane. Rips through my body and sets my soul in a twister throwing me into turmoil. And when it crashes like thunder debris is left scattered and in shambles my love is mayhem. 1:35 PM - 7/28/2008 - comments {0} - post commentBlack PearlBlack I pause and listen for the sound of my beating heart but there is no answer but the stillness of no sound. My heart is a black pearl sunk beneath the depths it is not buoyant and cannot float above, yet it is not faithless and tries to swim in frigid waters with a fading pulse, but pearls have not wings and mine is not white with purity, brine of salt crusts upon the edges while awaiting to be plucked up from the shelf upon which it rests, in that place of menacing eyeless fish for there the light does not shine. My heart is a black pearl upon the ocean's floor, chucked from its shell defenseless within its own hardened case. It cannot swim so it must always be sinking, trying to breathe beneath the pressure, hidden well, it does not shine like those that gleam in all white. I try and listen for its faint beating, but the silence and my echoes return, no longer flesh and blood my heart is a black pearl. 2:43 PM - 7/27/2008 - comments {0} - post commentMy Heart Upon A BierMy Heart Upon A Bier My heart upon the bier cast among rose thorns and wilted laurel, their colors bleeding into one. Bore away to slowly be sunk within its grave upon a day of dismal gray. Weeping clouds like the trees alone to bear witness as it is set down among the dirt and stone. Caked in dust as if forgotten, it has seen its last day of growth. No longer fertile, as the day comes to a close it shall now rest encased in the darkness and cold. 5:54 PM - 7/26/2008 - comments {0} - post commentWhen You're Not HereWhen You're Not Here
I feel when you are not here
and I just want
I just want
you to be near
I see your face everywhere
and I just need
I just need
to reach out and touch you
and I feel when you are not here
and I just want
I just want
your arms around me
when I hear your voice
I just need
I just need
to taste your lips
Please, oh please
give me a kiss
and I feel when you are not here
and I just want
I just want
to be with you
I want to cry
knowing you are not
lying by my side
right here
right now
Every thing I need
it's right there
right here
in your eyes
and I feel when your not here
and I just need
I just need
you right here
right here
by my side.
8:33 PM - 7/25/2008 - comments {0} - post commentBuried In DustBuried In Dust They are now the forgotten, treated no better then children, watching with sad eyes and wondering how this happened. There was a time when they were regarded as sages; the wise men and wise women. Once they were listened to; treated with respect and dignity, for their experience and commendable years. What has come of those days? When now they are ignored; laughed at; humored. An age that regards itself as civilized; far advanced, walked over; steps on; brushed aside a generation. A generation once heeded, now wheedled away, over the years they have become what we made them; expected of them. A pest; a nuisance; infants in diapers; invalids needing to be waited upon. Former leaders of men, speakers of truth, and holders of wisdom. This is what they have been reduced to, the forgotten ones watching with sad eyes. 3:55 PM - 7/25/2008 - comments {0} - post commentLost In Your EyesLost In Your Eyes Hold me close beneath the moonlight 11:56 AM - 7/24/2008 - comments {0} - post commentMemory BoxMemory Box
Here the memories are kept
tucked away in a little wooden box
where tears of the past are wept
Resting under a girls pillow as she slept
inside there is a loved ones locks
here the memories are kept
Secrets only for the heart to accept
yellowed photos like fading thoughts
where tears of the past are wept
A place both sorrow and love have met
and time stands still with a broken clock
here the memories are kept
In the corners dust and cobwebs crept
as the sadness in the shadows still knocks
where tears of the past are wept
Within a little box the past is not dead yet
a preservation so dearly sought
where tears of the past are wept
here the memories are kept
3:59 PM - 7/23/2008 - comments {0} - post commentBlinded By the SunlightBlinded By the Sunlight Warmth pours against my face tingling throughout my skin there seems no escape from rays piercing like a knife lancing my eyes fire burning down my back hot breath on my neck if only the clouds would come blinding Apollo's eye so I may once more take breath and escape this oppression 9:36 AM - 7/23/2008 - comments {0} - post comment
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