The music is not over until you hear the scream of a butterfly
Looming dark beyond surface Wending my way towards all tides † Oh, to know you as yet to come †
Born in foretime, vermillioned † Awakening red †sunset seas † Stirring stirring, bulges, scummed † Burned coal collides †ancient hierarchy † Hexed words spoken northernmost fire † Wearing wolf hides where † † We meet these clergymen † Cloud warriors make swell all waves † Giantly singing
I saw a rose A solitary stunning rose In full bloom I thought of you It was a wild rose Its beauty laced with thorns Fragile with bite Reminded me of you In how your passion is from your soul But burns fiercely I plucked that rose Brought it to my nose Smelled it Like I smell you Tested its soft petals As I have often wished to taste your skin Its softness like your hair Its beauty like your eyes The eyes I'm often lost in I have imagined many things Just snuggling into you Drawing...
I see the many colours of you Pastel shades Fire breathing colours That jump off your canvas They say things so much better than words Painting visions in my mind Its like my own private gallery Every framed picture Thoughts inspired by your landscape A river of colour I wish to learn to swim in No confusion in the artistry of your beauty Its been painted Been sculptured by heaven I am seduced by your canvas The colours reach out seductively They creep into my soul of colours Mixing a new colour of us ...
You filthy bitch You flaunt him And taunt me Knowing heís just out of my reach Fuck your long drawn out speech About how if itís meant to be it will be Fuck all your time in a tree That was my equal Simple math one plus one is two There was suppose to be a sequel The admiration of us was fucking proof Now look at both of us lost Got the peace back but at what fucking cost ?
It was last summer. I don't remember much of it, aside from the drama and domestic violence surrounding my life.
I remember going to God , all last year for my trials and errors. Praying for his saving grace, his redemption, promtly admitting my sins and asking for his forgiveness. Doing my best to have made ammends to those I may have hurt. Praying. Sobbing. †Holding on to something I couldn't see but still doing my best. †
I met a man that year. †Dark-hair, blue eyed, great body. Didn't ever have the courage to say anything to him. †My family had known him for years,...
I crave an odd type of intimacy others donít see Believe me I just wanna be you. I wanna indulge I wanna touch you Feel you Caress you Study you Tell you how much I enjoy you Itís always you When Iím alone Iím not me As sad as it seems I want you I wanna hold you Touch you Kiss you Create a happiness Youíve never experienced