Grays Of Sunday

Grays of Sunday
So, darling please remember
We live and we die
You say my hearts as cold as December
And as black as night... Honey
I may impress you one day, but not tonight
I walk these roads of mourning.... anger, strife, and plight
Just to make it to Sunday, where I can see a light now darling.
Keep me in your thoughts and dreams now
I feel my consciousness slipping
Into the abyss of forgotten, where the moans are tangible and rotten
So remember brighter days and laughter
Remember those dreams we chased after
Your smile used to make my heart wild
The thought of you is still fire
But what remains of our world is ash now
And a shadow of me you admired....
These are the grays of Sunday
Where the rays of sun have retired
These are the grays of Sunday
Hold them close to your heart now honey..... These are the grays of Sunday
A moment of peace you desired
These are the grays of Sunday
The precipice of a new life.....

In Your Heart

When I need, when I want, it’s a disguise, a front

I no longer kneel to the needs of others

I have a need that’s been neglected, and it’s been long I suffered.

Are you there to make the sacrifice? No there’s none, none other

 No longer your savior, your anecdote, your mockery to satiate your soul

I excavate myself from your presence; your mischief has taken its toll

I’d like to be around, when the feelings turn real, when the cataclysms start to spiral

And your wounds can’t be healed. Is this hatred or justification, for the things you’ve done?

Or is it a slap in the face from the only person who could tell you, you’re done.

You’ll search for a replacement, one to suit your needs.

But after time and time again you’ll notice the blood you’ve lost from the consecutive heart bleeds.

Maybe then you’ll realize that hearts are precious and you should take care….

But when you realize that moment…they’ll be no one there..

Stranger In the Dark 

(excerpt from book titled.."unknown") 

Kissed me hard like we've been friends forever, then got on his knees and pulled my dress up and ate me out like he was a cat thirsting for milk...... He turned me on so much; I was dying to taste myself on his tongue... I just HAD to see if his lower half was as beautiful as his upper half -- and I'll be damned -- IT SURE WAS! PERFECT!! I let him inside of me and came almost instantly.... I instantly fell in love with my stranger who came out from the darkness of the night... I swear I’ve never seen anything like him. He fucked me as if we were lovers in another life... Like he KNEW me.... The oddest thing is that I felt the same. I'll tell you this-- Whoever that was-- maybe an angel, maybe the devil himself-- I would welcome the darkness for the rest of my life If I could have him for myself.

In This Day

In This Day 

 

I’ll speak to which the sun hath spoken
I’m awakened by fears that warm me to this present day
In the wake of my youth I’ve invoked my dreams
And lived alive…hoping to resolve these things
So I endeavor, to the letter, to be verbose about whatever!
And dance to the whims of those who chant upon the weather
To the core I am beauty…I am a son unborn
Guarded in my womb, comforted by the décor of my tomb
To make the heretics swoon, while the just reclaim their thrones
And over throw the miscreants that invade my home
And for a song, I throw pence, to relive my many wrongs
And enjoy what the heart hath fed, and whose body craves warm.

The Ball

 

Let’s waltz at the worlds pace; let’s embrace and divide like we’ve climbed up high.

Let’s peruse the wonders that become us, and show them that there’s nothing to us.

Let them whisper on the sidelines while we make this light our own.

It’s a comfort to us, this spotlight, in the dark we’re away, but to bask, we’re home.

As the stardust falls we are drawn as a couple whose cares are none.

We know, as the painting slows, the pain we’ve overcome may also…. end some.

But oh to run, to fall, as if to care none at all.

To dance in the shadows, and then in the light, and hear the laughter in these vacant halls.

Let’s slow my dear, for the sun is about to shed.

It unfurls its majestic design and repaints a mystery that was once said

Let’s observe and watch, let’s be here for the paradise parade

I hear you whisper my dear, that sweet amorous chatter that I adore

Keep the ascent of scaling remedies, Oh! The precise pitch of soliloquies

I’m enthralled with thee, sweet soft honey of thy lips…..

The stars alleviate themselves of their silk slip

And enjoy the wrought pain they invite unto their own

 

 

 

 

The One

I, been lost and wasting time

It seems the only time I’ve had tonight

Was lost inside your arms

I love your touch, a touch that’s made for both of us

Yeah I knew, that you were the one, yes you were the one

I, feel like an only child

Because the attention that you give to me

Leaves no one else around

I scream that I need you; I breathe you, like a shelter underneath you.

You are my one…are my one.

Let’s dive tonight, in the ocean

Of diamond tears and sweet emotion

Let’s get lost, in the sun; yeah I knew you were the one

I feel a fire, sweet desire, and I want you to believe this…..

You are the one…yes baby, you are the one….

Weeping Souls

Weeping Souls

Our roads we travel, lost minds were aware ever since..
The dawn of time has passed again.
Here I behold neither friend nor foe,
I’m frightened, yet protective, of this weeping soul.
From the echoes far beneath, I hear laughter that chills my heart
I’m drawn to the cusp, like he wanted us, and cast my body into the sunshine dust.
I land in a river that’s neither young nor old, neither hot nor cold,
Yet I still feel the presence of this weeping soul.
The wind starts to stir so I look toward shore
The clanging of metal hanging leads me close…closer than I have been before
Clothed with honor I demand to know the score
I howl at the wind and pray that He searches within,
And sees the true me at my core.
I’ve aged through time and the wind has taken its toll
The night sky still shines while the distant thunder rolls
To think of magnificence is to reach one’s silent goals
But to touch, oh, to touch…and heal those weeping souls.