Enraptured in the twirling nets,
the chains immortal to repay her debts.
Thirst unquenched, "Entertain us" they cried,
Through a thin smile, "Solitude" replied.
Flesh for sale, as though not her own,
Pictured in the frame of woe.
No gift of Love, No rose Divine,
A temptress kiss will be her remise
Life after Salvation; glowing and growing in Him. Mistakes, errors... successes and victories.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Here's my haiku
Sing the tune, but make it your very own. Your voice won't add to the song unless it is renown.
Here's my Haiku:
My haiku haiku,
Haiku haiku hi haiku,
Bye haiku haiku
Here's my Haiku:
My haiku haiku,
Haiku haiku hi haiku,
Bye haiku haiku
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
The fading.
My heart is full of pictures
My soul is filled with words.
But admidst all the adjectives
I cannot find the verbs
A flower withers in the past
But the oceans fail to dry.
And though my brow be wet with dew,
These thoughts will never die
My soul is filled with words.
But admidst all the adjectives
I cannot find the verbs
A flower withers in the past
But the oceans fail to dry.
And though my brow be wet with dew,
These thoughts will never die
Monday, August 4, 2014
Chrome
Inside I am all gray, the outside filled with color.
Patterns of purple and orange, the surface is torn,
as if I am another.
The grays will stay, fade like the day as the values
are eclipsed. But colors leap with vivacity,
when a kiss is on my lips.
Strange and uncommon, the sublime automatics...
Along came the lights, lipid texture and aromatics,
testing reflective intensity.
At the height of the epiphany, the orgasmic sounds of divinity
effect my walls of my heart. Chromatics flow in,
Then I will fall,
not think at all,
when i depart,
just think of my art...
Please hang it on your wall.
Patterns of purple and orange, the surface is torn,
as if I am another.
The grays will stay, fade like the day as the values
are eclipsed. But colors leap with vivacity,
when a kiss is on my lips.
Strange and uncommon, the sublime automatics...
Along came the lights, lipid texture and aromatics,
testing reflective intensity.
At the height of the epiphany, the orgasmic sounds of divinity
effect my walls of my heart. Chromatics flow in,
Then I will fall,
not think at all,
when i depart,
just think of my art...
Please hang it on your wall.
The end of the beginning
I won't wallow, I won't sigh
You've had your chance and i've had mine.
When what we thought was love is through,
I'll still have me and you'll only have you.
You've had your chance and i've had mine.
When what we thought was love is through,
I'll still have me and you'll only have you.
Sunday, June 8, 2014
Sentiments
Sentimental with so much doubt,
I will hold you when your hope runs out.
Love you to the moon and back...
when time is gone and the sky is black.On your river you'll travel strong,
onward as you write your song.
Eclipsed in reflection of stars so bright,
Moving with them, it all feels right.
They sing with you to your delight,
every evening you match their light.
As the waters stretch deep and long,
nothing now, can ever be wrong.
Yet fragile as ice you are inside,
knowing your worlds could collide.
If you cascade into an ocean of fear,
remember that i'm always here.
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