OneNow we are oneThere is no distinction from me to youA winding stream are weTrailing a path that never endsthat takes us on and on through time,and space,to the endless lengths of all that isand can beWe are this union of water and motionand new created an onlyThere is only this, and this is all will be
Doth thou truly love me?When I am gone thou shall look toward the upper atmosphere, gaze upon the moon, and think of me...and if the moon shall have waned fully and disappeared from thy view thou shall behold the night sky and see me in it's expanse...and each sparkling star shall be just a single twinkling piece of the character that is myself.If thou misses me that immensely,then thou doth love me.Entirely.
God's Beautiful Gift: LoveI want to know someone who wears their soul on the outside for all to see.Someone who others would contemplate in wonder,and though some would not dare to scrutinize this person for fear of social damnation, others would,and in our studying of this person's soul we'd discover it's beauty and spirit.I would find someone who wears their soul on the outside for all to see.But I would lack the elegance of this person and quickly back off for fear of displeasing an angel.But the person would see my soul, lurking near the far off look into the distance, wavering across the sad sigh, seeping through the self inflicted scars on my skin, aching to be free, clenching my stiff jaw and darkening my unhappy eyes in bitterness at those who do not understand.But my person would understand.They would coax my soul out of those cracks in my being, so as that I could display my soul too.We could be two people wearing their souls' on the outside for all to see.And though at first mine would appe
Future DestructionI am forgotten in both worlds...Remains of my rampage will lay shattered across the ground...The bodies of innocents piled high by those I once called friends...Mother and father are dead to me.Brother and Sister are memories of kindred love.The words Love Me were carved across flesh.Where love never touched down with tenderness.My soul was slid through the crack under the door.To await the time in the room, clock ticking.Where two doors lead to separate destinies.But the one I'd choose is locked to me.My fate chosen by default.Eyes rimmed in inky black.When I choose the path I do not love.I know I will not last.My fate, I am quite sure of now.To die by my own hand.When the hope is fully dwindled.
the Aching PoseWhite curtains sway from the gentle breeze.A flowery scent that brings an old feeling.Sitting on my knees.On a bed dressed in milky sheets.Each hand set stilly, upon each thigh.Nude in my incomplete beauty.Body, curving as many paths. Yet tiny and fragile.Skin, pigmented unlike the moon. Influenced by the sun.Hair, mildly untamed. Shining in it's earthen tone.Eyes, chocolate spheres. Dark unknown tunnels.Water spills over and slides smoothly down my face.With slow precision, I move into the fetal position.Your hands slide down my arms.Curving the same as I, into the aching pose.Head gently rested upon my back.You hold me this way.
Such sadness fills this heartIn the dark of nightWorld aglow by the moonIn the graveyardWhere all is silentThrough elaborate gateAlong worn dirt pathTo her forgottenResting placeThere to be foundThe ghost of a spiritShe dances toThe lone violin's silencePink rose once livelyDead upon the stoneBeauty no longer seenThrough aching eyesSuch sadness fills this heart
So you love me more than air?We must breathe to live.So you love me more than air?Stop breathing for me.