Prayer -Theme 3-As I lay in the peaceful silence at nightI feel this cracked, bruised heart breakingand I pray for the miracle of dawn,when the possibilities of life aren't as real.The horizon remains slowly unyieldinguntil the first light of another lonely sunrisepeaks up over the distant hills.One night, I dreamed of a black abyssand from deep within the depthsof that unforgiving, black ocean of nothingnessI heard your voice calling out to me.So as I lay here on another night of solitudeI send this lonely, faded prayer to the skyin hopes that it may someday reach you."Please, return to me again soon."
Lullaby -Theme 2-Here in my abandoned, desolate prison,my voice echoes infinitely as I cry out in despair.This sorrowful melody which speaks of emptiness,this is my personal lullaby,unheard and unsung through the ages.Lost within my deserted hell,salvation, sanctuary, and safety are all wordswhose utterance bears no meaning.Time marches on and leaves casualties in its wakeand for them, and for my own sake,I sing this song of unheard prayers.Still, the hands of the clock continuein a pace and rhythm as unending as my misery-as unyielding and unforgiving as the sunwhich shines upon the barren desert of my heart.It wasn't so long ago, now,when the darkness was still a stranger to me,but when faced with the unlikely wish I hold inside,the reality of the situation is in sharp focusand it hurts more and more deeply with every cut.If I allow myself to be fooled by the false promiseswhich this world offers up so freely,then I know we will meet again one dayand together we will sing the m
Memories -Theme 1-A light shines on in the darkness-a memory of a bright past, flickered to life.As I lay buried for so long here,in the false tranquility of this endless scenery,a soft voice calls to me from across the void."Wake up!"Through day and night, light and darkness,the stars sing lullabies of love and loss to meand in the blink of an eye, I have forgotten:Who is this person I have become?Truth, falsehood - falsehood, truth-the gravity of the situationhas been lost to the tides of verbal dictation.Like lilting shadows under the light of the stars,the memories of that life slip through my graspand I feel myself surrendering to this unbiased fate.With one hand outstretched before me,I reach out to capture the things that I once knew,but like wisps of smoke,they vanish through my fingers before I can touch them.It is an effort as futileas trying to catch the moonlight.Companionship, love, togetherness, peace-the words are thrown about so oftenthat their meaning has been du
i will not tolerate anything but love from youI left lithe lilieson your porch step,petals open, smoothwith the sun's caress.You left me frost flowers.icy stems cracking withthe slightest touch.'But they are beautiful,'you pleaded as I pouredwater onto them, meltingtheir wintry exterior.'They are, but I despisewinter because you alwaysleave me icebound.'
The FeelingLove is the feelingOf being hit in the chest by a tidal wave,A feeling as heavy and crushingAs earth thrown into a grave,And it could paveThe way to happinessOr lead us into Hell.Love is that feelingWhen nothing matters but then it doesIn high definitionAnd in your head is an endless repetitionOf every moment you’ve everSpent together.Love is that feelingWhen someone else is your oxygen;You need them to survive,And every time you touch,Even in your dreams,Is the only time you feel alive.Love is that feelingWhere everything is beautifulBecause your eyes have been stolenBy an angelBut everything is as secureAs it is fragile.Love is that feelingWhen you know it’s all overBut you can’t bring yourself to hateThem because you want them to be happy,Even if their happinessIsn’t you.
BelovedThe aegis shielding heaven from earth gives way –you float down like a feather, fleshly pluckedfrom the wings of a dove,the sweetest curves and effervescent beautyof your mouth remind me of home.Darling love, the harmony of touch iseverlasting – whenever Istar gaze into your eyes, with wanderlust,and the crust of this gentle mothercan no longer proclaim me.Just as she could not have held you from themoment He breathed life into your halcyon bones,while caught between a ballad and a poem.The warmth of winterwould align their hearts again,two souls united together in twilight –surely nirvana has always meant to definethe quietest moments spent with you where nosyllables need be uttered, no furtive signs.A reunion, my beloved – tosimply feel the grace of your hands laced in mine,as we reach the ultimate enlightenment inthe seraglio of each other's blinks, thumps,and sighs – these are my treasures divine.
Seven Kisseso 1 oTentative, one reaches out to carefully brush a lock of short hair out of a slim face, revealing a pair of sharp eagle eyes and a jagged scar. His eyes, however, take nothing into account but the slim lips where his thumb now rests. Slowly, moving as if trying not to spook a wild creature, he presses in close, hesitating at the last moment before contact is made, unsure.The moment is broken when she presses in herself, hooking a hand around his neck and kissing him deeply.o 2 oSoft, teasing murmurs and playful quips slip between a pair of lips held just barely apart, the two comfortable in their closeness. It's taken them a long time to reach this point, but now they are here it's as if they had been there forever. He reaches out and flicks teasingly at her nose, falling a little more in love as she scowls and wrinkles it cutely. In response, she calls him a disparaging name - though her bright, affectionate eyes soothe away all sting. With a smile, he closes his
Starfire(–or the fire of starsnothing more than dusty heliumand hydrogen and hot gaseslike you)expansion. territorial expansion onorigami wings that threaten to breakunder the weight of the empirelike how they say thatthe sun will expand to a red giant,swallow us whole (in lust)i am the (terrified) territoryhiding beneath oceans and hoping tomake it to the end of each Tuscan red sunset– in the home of(honey)mooning lovers –sinking beneath the wavesi hope you never read icarusas a warning.fall into the waves.
Cherry Blossom BeautyCherry blossom beautyYou have stolen my heart;Now we are one,Here in the land of the rising sun,We two shall never part.
Summer AesthesiaStarfall in the eyesA bright blaze, another oneOne by oneBurning violently, horizon strewnPlayful eyelidsHurryingTo catch them, to entrap themAbove the foundationBuilt by lipsOne by oneSweet menacing at duskShivering above us, inside usBurning cumulusMirrorof your crimson cheeksLookInside your eyes, there I am lostthere I shall build my solaceInterstellar rainbows, mountain springsElements of lifeHeavy with starfallThe two of usA pairAngels in the grassFingers entwinedBlue arcs of electricityPortents of lifeFrom skin to skinFingers sliding, pressing harderIn betweenYour hand, kept in mine, kept in yoursSafeLet’s watchThe starfall, each otherExchangeOne burning galaxyFor another.
I'm Set On FireI'm Set On FireMy passions are set on wildfireShe burns my life in its entireNo fuel, no source does she requireMy love, my life, it is her pyreLove consumed like plains of grassesLife combusts like octane gasesLike swirling flames she burns the massesAnd in her wake the time dost passesAlone in bed I miss her warmingWithout her flames dark forests formingAnd from the darkness monsters stormingWorse fears of loss in my mind wormingPrometheus without his fireElectricity without a wireWithout tinder of tender kissesMy heart, my hearth a kindling misses
The Painter's WayDipping your brush of magic,In colors of every shade-The blacks and grays of havoc;With every stroke, they fade.An outline of cognizance-Filled with splashes of heaven;Easing my somnolence,Willed by flashes in question.You paint, you splatter,Across the walls of my heart.You say it won't matter,No losses fall from us apart.Watching your every move,As you wash away the mistakes-Careful, as if something to prove,You brush over, giving it all it takes.Falling in love with your design;Sitting back to look and admire.Though your dreams are benign,You throw this picture to the fire.I sit and stare; left behind,What it is, as you walk away..I think unfair; presence of mind-But this is.. The Painter's Way.-Corbin
Just Not TodaySo much turmoiland so much pain;this love is likewalking in the rain.I dreamt that youfinally looked my way.You will love me-just not today.