Farewells And Goodbyes

Farewells and Goodbyes

As the sun rises over the ocean…Breezes… that come in whispers saying the name…, I have come…now that I’m gone...Lost in the wind that traces over…over the notion that we’re meant to be.

I see a lifelong memory…trapped in the patience of miscalculated fortune. I’ve awakened, now only to see the things I hold dear to me gone in a whimsical desire I can’t contain.

My emotions are distraught but I hold strong believing in you. My love I can’t take the future without you.

Without the essence of you encompassing my lifelong dreams…you own them…touch me my dear in your thoughts…In the wading shadows of passion.

Look to the west my dear where the sun always shows its fortune. My life belongs to you and my heart is wrapped up in the embrace of your smile.

Can you touch the sun? Can you understand the elliptical motion of our wanting? Are you here?

Without you I’m a ball of fire traveling alone in a black hole without direction. A brilliance of light that exudes passion in its purest form. Alone I understand the revolutions of our love and design them to my own perfect shape in the wilderness.

Make mention of our love when all hope is gone…when the world needs a blue diamond with flawless beauty to maintain its orbit. It’s you my love…always you….

I’m not leaving you…not saying farewell…Not saying goodbye….our power is too strong for the world and its useless depravity to get to. We’re guarded by inhuman forms of power and passion….

A bind of trust and truce that we hold high like a beacon of belief…belief in a better sun…a better life…a better view overlooking those who don’t believe.

My heart is a pathway for you to stroll down…. A maze that’s excites at every turn…a voice of hope and reason as you wear your gown of pureness and parade through my life stream.

At the end you feel my presence and see a hand waiting for you to touch it with the understanding of home…welcome home my dear.

Vanity

Vanity

Silently, the weeping silhouette faints into the midnight storm

I follow with intent, bearing the curiosity from which I was born

The storm settles and the figure loses its’ allure

Now I’m lost in anticipation, with a burning in my core

A beacon of light shines out to comfort the thought that I’m alone

I am alive, feeling well, but lost and far from home

The injunction of whispers satiate the palette of darkness I desire

And the fervent groaning of those feverishly moaning is all I can expect from my years of sowing

Dark embers, pulsing, glowing

A harbinger of pain that’s continuously growing, Dear Lord!

Humble this narrow mind and it’s delusions of “all-knowing”

Send it down rivers of running water that travel long and keep flowing!

My serenity is time, can you increase my pain?

Follow the silhouettes down these hallways, and keep searching in vain.

As Time Rolls

As Time Rolls

My path’s directed toward the ancient highway from which I came

Can you hear the chants of those who pray for rain?

They dwell in a barren wasteland protected by those whom reside in these desert sands.

We approached the ruins of those who sought the diviners tongue,

Young and old, through sex and gold, they told a tale of what was to come.

I understand the transparencies of those who pretend.

They pretend to navigate the road that never ends.

To make amends, I take on the plight of ten,

Walked through the fire, survived the valley, and crawled my way out of the jackals den

Falsehoods of the forgotten are discerned in his sleep,

When he awakes, cities are uprooted from the terms of his speech

Down the river of Leviathan we maintain our course

In an useless endeavor to retrieve the main source

Steadfast in our ways to control our mortal goals

As our souls slip away and time just rolls….

Do You Remember

Do You Remember?

What was he like? Did you know his goals?

Did he make you smile when you were with him?

Did he treat you like gold?

How did he make you laugh?

 Did he have a sensitive touch?
How much do you remember? Do you remember much?

How did you feel when he walked in a room?

Did anticipation run a muck when he said “I’ll be home soon”?
Did his stare make you quiver, like a river in a storm?

When you shivered in the cold, did he make you warm?

How much do you remember? Do you remember at all?

How did you react, when you heard his call?

Did his presence bring you air? Were you a completed pair?

Do you remember the good things, now that he’s not there?

These are reasons to remember, and whatever merit it scores

Remember, that from the start, his heart was yours
Do you remember?

Happiness Is What I Fear

Happiness is what I fear

Happiness is what I fear. Too many years of broken promises and dismissed tears to stand high on a mountain top and cheer. Happiness is what I fear.

Fresh memories of being enslaved and abused for centuries, allowing  broken pieces of levity to be the defining moments before it’s the end of me…Happiness is what I fear

Eliminating the chances of ever coming back, with a hatred that boils and a heart that’s black, Relax!

Happiness is what I fear. Maybe I fear everything I hold dear, push it away, seclude myself, hide in the darkness, and release red tears.

My patience is my grace, and the foul taste of madness has been overcome with the bitterness and sadness, formed out to a story that’s far gone and tragic and leads me to thoughts I never would have thought mattered.

My heart worn and tattered, emotions heavily bruised and battered, whipped, not broken, hurt and severely fractured.

Lord this pain…It wouldn’t hurt for it to happen again.

So I repeat the cycle because I couldn’t learn the first time and didn’t have the right to.

So as the world sits in anticipation of what I might do, I know, with the boundaries that are in place, I couldn’t do what I’d like to.

So I’ll display my anger after, after I enjoy the sweet scent of amorous chatter, this could lead to everything I’ve ever dreamed or sought after.

Yes, this feels like a maze, but I’m stuck in amazement, and I lean toward the millions that reside on the pavement.

So humble and meek, my soul feels heavy and it pulls to the weak.

I believe I’ve been set aside for a particular time to wait and watch for a particular sign

And now that I know, my fear has put me at a comfort level that I hold so dear.

I look around the room and know that He’s near! Yes, I understand….

Happiness is here.

The Climax

The Climax 

If you ever thought you were alone in this world

 If ever, your thoughts brought me near the nights you were alone,

 If ever, you remember, your heart beat next to mine 

Remember, our souls are connected and if that doesn’t 

give you peace of mind, Remember my touch, my breath

 in your ear, My hand caressing your thigh, the pulling

 your hair, Remember how I make you wet…anytime I 

decide to, The way I take control and slide myself inside

 you, Remember how you’d moan and call my name, 

The way we’d enjoy our role-playing games. If you’re

 there already and these words have you entranced,

 Slowly, slide your hand inside your pants. 

Feel me; summon me as if I were there, Hear my deep

 voice telling you to touch here and there, 

Go faster baby, faster until I causes you pain! 

Then climax love, while screaming my name….

Bare World

Bare World

I can and will not be forsaken

My mind controls and confuses anyone

The premise of my argument confuses speeches

A vernacular, adopted by some

Into the hearts and minds of those who worship,

A renewed clarity restores the day

But they drone on with frailty and no purpose

These images designed within the clay.

Their harbored thoughts are my indulgence

Behind closed doors their humanity speaks

 I act on stage to portray their truths

A fiddler on the roof is what their madness seeks

Aghast, mouth agape, they point and stare to direct your lives

And those worthy to deny their claims

My aim’s to confuse and control their minds.