

Love LivesHow can I write of what I cannot see? Am I to in mere words unleash my heart? I write of moon and stars that sing to me,Love Lives
Yet not these things, but love, can fuel my art. Upon your beauty too my eyes do gaze, And in my arms' embrace I call you mine. With your lips' kiss ignite my passion's blaze- These tangent marks of love can fill my rhyme. But love itself is mystery unseen, Queen goddess of the shadows of man's mind. To cage its might in words would turn unclean That same said Love adored by human kind. How can I then define my love for you In charming verse and


The Love of DeathFloating under tides of burning passion rampant, Love and death romanticized.The Love of Death
Ghastly pool where my lover
lies, fed by blood and
tears from my empty eyes.
Your hand on mine, you by my side. I am now
Love, why do you cry?
He, clad in red, she crimson black- one final kiss eternalized.


Finding You at DuskBurning embers in the sky As the sun now gently dies, With a shadow orgy dancing beneath Light's last flaming breath.Finding You at Dusk
Faceless shades run here and there Under Lethe's maternal care. Darkened minds and festered flesh ignore their Life's now final death.
Unaware and quite uncaring Most these beasts sit blankly staring; Glancing at their watches as if time were precious still.
And with light now all forgotten Lie the beasts, most dead and rotting, As the gods of darkness come out for
their nightly kill.
In your eyes I see


Chaos ExistentialismIve always wondered what happens when I close my eyes for more than ten seconds. does it all just vanish at once? is it more of a gradual loss of consciousness on my part. or is it me that leaves the world behind? time is dead, at least for me, when finally i can say i remain neutral from a crazy existence.Chaos Existentialism


Autumn's PolarisDarkened skies aren't quite black, but a blanket of navy blue, holes punctured through the fibers where the treetops rip through. The stars are small, planets are dim, save one celestial body; you know which.Autumn's Polaris
It's October, late night, taking the dog out for once last chance to relieve himself, before he retreats into dreams of chasing black cats in front of a fireplace. Sitting on the hammock, I play violins on my vocal strings, trying to count the stars; they are the number of my troubles, the number of my loves.
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Severed Bonds Locked HandcuffsA spear on the groundSevered Bonds Locked Handcuffs
covered in
pomegranette juice caught
your eye, as the did the
hole in my chest. What?
He snagged me on his
almighty fishing rod,
enjoying the way
my eyes looked when
they believed in honesty.
Yes, pick it up again,
aim real well this time. Don't
think you're hurting me,
isn't this love?
She's drawn up in malice
red,
skin tight
jeans, overflowing with
lipgloss (and Kleenex,
no doubt).
Raggedy Ann with the hole through
her esophagus (or
something): Isn't &nb
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