Cross the Skies that Rain Starlight,
Dripping Moonbeams Upon my Door,
Casting Shadows, Ethereal Bright,
Tides Endlessly Caressing the Distant Shore.
Waking Hours Find me Dreaming,
Upon my Pillow I Cheat the Sun,
Drifting like a Comet Beaming,
Flying where No Others run.
Cascading Melodies Pour from the Sky,
Dispensing Logic into the Fray,
Silence Echoes, Soliciting Why?,
Spinning Eternity, Day by Day.
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Alone Together, with You, My Love,
Blissful Perfection Fits like a Glove;
Listening to the Subtle Rain Fall,
My Hand, in Yours, Feeling so Small.
Precious Moments, Together with You,
Quietly Whispering; Emotions True;
Gently Laying our Masks Aside,
Pounding Hearts, Our Constant Guide.
Endless Hours We may Spend,
Hoping Constant Time will Bend;
Close Together Through the Hours,
Amid the Fragrant, Blooming Flowers
Of Our Love.
How May I Express in words
An Emotion so Tender and Devoted my Heart has never known?
How Shall I Perceive in sound
A Composition of such Magnificent Music I have never heard?
How Might my Eyes Detect
A Picture of Masculine Perfection they have never seen?
How would my Lips Sustain
The Breathtaking Caress of a Kiss they have never felt?
How will my Hand find Yours
Without the Guidance of my Senses
When You send them Reeling in all Directions
With Your Sweet Voice telling me You Love;
Your Exquisite Stare Entrancing Me;
Your Beautiful Hands Gently taking mine;
And the Touch of Your Perfect Lips?
You are the Vision I seek
When I close my eyes,
The Melody I sing
When I Revel with Sighs.
You are the Trance
I Dream when I Sleep,
The Shivers that Kiss me,
The Secret I Keep.
You are the Angel
The Sweet Intoxication
I never speak of.
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Dark Concerto, Spinning, Romancing,
Seductive, Pounding, Sulkily Entrancing;
Glowering in the Rouge Moonlight,
Courting Oblivion with Vapid Sight.
Empty my Heart to Simplistic Remedy,
With Twisting Thoughts too Dark to See,
And For an Intrinsic, Devilish Hour,
I Savor Your Tempting, Delirious Power;
Even as Daylight is Gallantly Spreading,
I Lure the Melancholy I am dreading.
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Lover, come, Unto my Heart,
With Zealous, Devoted Fire,
And Let me Never turn away,
O, Let me Never tire;
For in the Dappled Midnight Hour,
With Luminous Illusion,
Passion Seeks the Blushing Flower,
And All of its confusion.
Lover, Come, Unto my Spirit,
Gentle let Your Devotion Be,
Pour out Your Fervor, Moment by Moment,
Play my Desire like Symphony.
For as the Moonlit night Expands,
Your Piquant Charms I Eagerly Extol,
Caress my Senses with Your Loving Hands,
And Unmask My Blushing Soul.
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His eyes reflect the Colours of His Vivid Soul.
His Heart, unclaimed, Is ever my Goal.
His Hands are a Work of Priceless Art,
Breathtaking Perfection in Every part.
His Smile is Entrancing, Enwrapping Seduction,
Leading me, Always, to a Single deduction.
Irresistible in His Masculine Guile,
Dimples caress His Beguiling Smile;
His voice is Symphony; Masterful Sound,
Which makes me Gasp and my heart Pound.
His Body Abundance;
His Spirit Completeness,
Sweetness surrounding Sweetness.
Like a Pallet of Paint to Bedeck a barren canvas with depths otherwise unknown,
stand ready to unmask me.
Call I then upon their Potent Power
to Speak for me in tongues which I would otherwise be ignorant of
and let them spill out in Endless Fashion,
so that, by some means as I may be incapable of comprehending,
they tell the Secret Truth about my Heart of Hearts.
Listen, then, with an attentive ear so each word may Fulfill its Purpose.
Give over the haste of an accusing mind to the Power of these pawns,
Which now I use so incompetently to extricate myself.
There is a numbing silence
that parades around the inmost parts of me.
An acquiescence of spirit that, at times, threatens to undo me.
Murderous and suffocating in its heaviness of burden,
pain taunts my every fiber.
The shallowness of Love and it’s every Endeavor,
it’s every deception,
it’s every blaze of unbridled passion and confusions of ecstasy
spin my senses beyond my comprehension.
What is there, then, in this plan of existence we call reality
to give us any semblance of Meaning or Purpose?
How do we measure the challenge of continued breath
against the chaos of each beat of our Hearts?
There is an unquestionable merit to Patience, but I am yet to understand it.
Give me greed, hatred, or luckless ambition,
for in these tempestuous actions exists some concordance of logic,
but what of Love?
It does not give us any measure of profit,
it relinquishes no material gains;
yet we track it relentlessly.
It is belittling.
It is Empowering.
It is madness cast upon a writhing sea wherein there lies little Hope.
It is bitter, severing loneliness;
A place I run to where I might hide myself and from where I run to hide.
Still; I cannot hide.
Love is All I truly Long for, Hope for, Dream of.
It is the Apparition, the Mirage I witness all around and, yet, cannot Touch.
Each time I suppose myself to be attaining it,
Love vanishes into silvery nothingness,
only to reappear at the very limit of my perception.
Shall I, then, chase after it?
Or shall I sit down among the dry and dusty tumbleweeds
to wait out the drugery of yet another wearisome day?
Ever and Always, chasing the muse.
Endlessly desirous with Hope as Expectant within me as the Glorious Vision itself,
casting all my anticipation upon the one
Who is ever capable of combating all the ruthlessness of this bleak existence,
and in that Decisive Act of Irrevocable Trust,
I Behold the Potent Power of the Manifestation.
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Love is the Passing,
Frailty of a Flower,
Shimmering Brightly in the
Warm Light afforded it.
But when the Wind blows
From the North,
It withers all away,
Falling to Dire Sleep,
Yet Spring oft’ Brings
Tender Life Anew.
And if this Love will
Flourish and Bloom,
Depends, My Sweet,
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It borders on my Sanity like a perimeter fence, locking out my Solitude, Barring me from myself.
And Chaos Wakens within me, like the Opening Eye of Daylight, the turmoil of My Soul.
Solitude is Beautiful.
Solitude is Violence to my Heart.
Solitude is something, although I have little or any Awareness of what it is exactly;
Still it Exists and is very much a part of me.
Yet it is rather like a Part of Me I could live without, something necessary, but not Vital in sustaining me.
It keeps me from Sharing that which I would rather not Share.
Or if I Would, I’d ought to not.
Or if I ought to not, I rather Would.
Silence And Solitude.
The inner workings of a Heart in Need of more than what it knows it wants,
But that it wants what it knows it longs for,
Ever Seeking that which it cannot find, yet yearns for,
Half of itself, lost in Time,
in Silence and Solitude
for that seeming Tranquility to be broken
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It is Not,
It does Not,
Calamity upon the sleeve;
Creeping like the Dark of Night
Into the Heart
To lurk and cleave.
It has Never,
It will Never,
Trespass set into motion;
Crushing the Majestic Billowing Wave
Of the deepest,
Wreaking Havoc on their course;
Vile demons smashing Heaven,
Hand in Hand
Caustic as Infection;
Cheats the Heart of all that Shimmers,
And Gathers unto it
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