~Loves Beautiful Enigma ~

             ~• Rare Loves Enigma •~
A womens grace thats seen through my eyes,
Fighting her way through the impossible lies

A journey of hers in the right season of her soul,
A passionate tale only i would know

Her beautiful illusions that she fights to find,
My hearts stolen in hope truths seen in time

Maybe im wrong and she just doesnt care,
But i suffer for love because i know shes rare...

My eternal love...

Even after you aimed a knife at my heart.
I still would hug you.
Even after you coated your lips in poison.
I would still kiss you.
Even after you made me cry a thousand tears.
I would still love you.
Even after you slapped me in the face.
I would still kiss your hand.  
Even when everyone else doubted you...
I would still support you, and let you cry on my shoulder.
So darling... Can you finally see why? . When you left me my heart was torn.
I will admit I was in love with you...

KING OF HEARTS

My beloved wrecked one
Scarlet signs upon your skin
An uncaged bird that invited me in
To be your footprint in the sand

The soles of my feet are now sore
Of you there is no replica
Though I shall remember
Your silhouette

The music of your breath
I sculpture your shapes in the dark
And in this faint awareness
I bow my head over satin sky line

Beyond a meandering mind cloud
Falls the searching light
Through the window
Of an echoing empty house

The chamber of my heart
That still carries the smell of you
Kept in my fortress for far too long
I shall now gently set you free

To be your footprint in the sand
An uncaged bird that invited me in
Scarlet signs upon your skin
My beloved wrecked one

Letter to a Korean Pop Star #2

for G.D.

I.

You move like a panther upon the stage,
full of grace and power and dark majesty.
Your flawless beauty slices through me.
You sing my song and I am broken,
I want to fall to my knees in softened anguish.
I begin to sob, it is too much. I know there
will be nothing but my cold, lonely bed,
your lovely image haunting my head.
For even if we met, I know it would be brief,
impossible. But when you move like this
upon the stage, it is something so right, it is
correct to have hope, to wish and dream,
to long for you and crave all that you are.
It is somehow, simply, what it means to be human.

II.

You were Adonis, god of Beauty and Desire.
A messiah come to deliver color and humanity
back to our faded world. Surrounded by the holograms
of nature, your beautiful face was its own gossamer
scenery, filled with nothing but love and warmth,
no jadedness or corruption. You broke our hearts
because you opened yourself to us, you were
so vulnerable, so trusting, your feeling
for the music radiating from every fiber of your
being. It was as if you wanted, needed each
and every one of us there. We wept as you played
us the sweet strings of your soul, the haunting
translation of your passion’s poetry, reflecting
our burning love for you in the ethereal perfection
of your smile. And we belonged to you, each
and every one of us. For you were our Love.
Our Salvation. You were our Gift.

III.

When you move upon the stage it becomes imperative
the day you were born was something
noteworthy, indelible. There is something
in you that is so very necessary. You must
exist. For me. For us. For you.
Thank you.

Her Words

When I read
Her words,
I’m no longer
Numb.

A million
Fucking miles
Away, she still
Puts a smile
On my face.

She talks dirty
Better than
Any other
Girl I know,  
All the while
Writing these
Love poems
That make me
Believe it could    
Be true.

Mystery is a
Motherfucker
For a dreamer
Like me and
Her’s is the
Best I know.

She is like a
Star in the night
Seen through a  
Smoke screen--
Fire through
Rose colored
Glasses.

She is
Pure beauty,
Broken, only
Perfectly.  

Not a Love Story

I think about you all the time.
I wonder if you ever think of me.
This is not a love story.
You say you find
Pleasure in pain,
So do I.
You think you're
Headed nowhere,  
So am I.
You have to fight to
Know the love is real,
So do I.
You tell me
You're dead inside,
So am I.
You told me you don't find
Too much pleasure In a kiss,
Neither do I.
When I met you,
You wore a black dress--
Bags under your eyes and
Bruises on your arms.
I knew what I was getting into.
I wanted all you had to offer,
The pain, the mystery, the beauty--
Everything.
You tossed me aside like
I was nothing.
Yet for some reason,
Here I stand--
Waiting for you.
Why that is
I'll never know.  

At That Time
 
 
There was no name caught within my cries
just a knowing silence that filled the spaces
between reality and how far it had wandered
from days when I grasped its presence
 
though my gut tried forcing foolishness to my throat
I could endure the ache of hope no longer
and succumbed to accepting the consequence of failure
 
somewhere in the unwritten lies
unexposed truths and chilling injustice
was a purpose that I tried to need
 
there was no name caught within my cries
there was only me

Sexy.  Good job sweet boy

"This is not a love story" the sweetest/ saddest disclaimer the world has ever known.  Xoxo