Theirs, is a rarity born of an unwavering likeness recognized by words which morphed into a shared religion spoken to each other in verse, haiku or prose yet always with a depth of truest affinity conversations of a lifetime done, by way of stanza rolling lovingly into stanza words that unite their understandings reassuring minds, bodies and souls that loneliness, now foreign would forever be
You say I donít understandÖ that your wickedness is the worst ever, the epitome of evilÖ that your arrogance and destructiveness canít be forgiven, that Iím too pure to comprehend, and thatís why you canít be real.
I just have to laugh. You have no idea how many ways inside my mind I have murdered you, cut you to pieces, and danced on your burnt bones. We all have demons, and Iím sorry, but yours arenít special. They wreak their havoc (just like mine) and whisper the lie that they own you. But they do...
Sleeping, dreaming, waking, wondering. Although apart we try and drift into sleep at the same time as if we are together so we can share our dreams and then, possibly, share our waking so beginning a new day in harmony perhaps making sweet love sharing each touch and imbuing it with sweet memories. Wondering what today will bring and hoping our plans are what we dreamt of last night and that today will end with more peaceful sleep so the cycle repeats
I am in love with the ones who are similar to me No labels attached, open and free But those type of people are harder to meet Secret loving is something I need Adrenaline rush is addictive to me I do not wanna follow the norm Itís dense in its shape itís dense in its form I am in love with the ones who are similar to me No labels attached, open and free But those type of people are to harder meet Secret loving is something I need
Straight Talk Live (The Dark Gallows, Step Into The Light Of Truth)
Now, what if I told you to close your eyes and tell me what you think of the rose. I will do the same as I explain what I feel. ďThe rose is breathing through the ambience of the wind. The two petals dancing to the melodies of the lakeís waves. I still feel its life even though itís been uplifted from the ground. I give it life expectancy with my thoughts, feelings; the presence of the Rose within the bed of earth itself.Ē What would you have said?
Whatís in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as...
I had a wagon A red wagon Full of my most Precious items I pulled that wagon With my precious Leave me precious I Says why No good for you I say never found Anyone softer To look at I pull that wagon With my precious Gets mad I fight , we fight Not get my precious You look at me Cross eyed Whatís so precious About your wagon? Her name is sanity I fight for that. Not good but I Try to make You wonder You are my precious