soul

blanket

warm thighs wrapped around full submission to thievery.. gift of self wrapped in thrusts of emotion..

urgent hunger as life force funneled and shaped into the ram pounded tinto wall of distance between us as bodies meld together..

sensations rise to blur between lover and loved as boundaries of touch spread out into the ether to embrace me caress and know me as the warm winds know the blades of grass on a cold ground..

feel the dance of my kisses upon you as i seek warmth in the touch of your face there graceful curve as snuggle into warm lips as they wrap around the parts of me to be tasted and felt and listened to..

they sing to you as you wrap around all of me to be a home for this wandering soul after a hard long journey to find you there..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

time will tell all things

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awakening

run from pain by diving through it
seeking to awaken from the cold
feel of its splash upon me
reach deep and wrap myself
in cloak of dreams
shelter from their sanity
know path of dreams
and wishes by the stroke
of their movements
as limbs animate
them as paintings
moving
dancing
upon the canvas of life
paintbrush
as lips
softly caress
painting the gift
of pleasure
watercolor
fingerpaints
color the air
red with
heat of
hunger as it slides
across molecules
of oxygen
to taste
moans as they escape
from ur lips..
tasted well and
washed down with
the sip of your eyes
as they mirror
the warmth
of the exchange
as our bodieds swim together
wrap your cunt around
my thrusting gift of
curiosity
as i seek the knowledge
hidden deep within unknown
flesh..
lessons learned in
warm comfort of my cell
companions bodies teach universal truths
shared with teachers and students
yet unknown to
the feel
of warm fingers
questing tongue
dancing heart
beating
against nipples
grazing hard
against tender skin..
pressed full crushed
into body wrapped around the gift of you

anger

i feel the weight of the realness of this world crush me as Atlas with its futility..

each day i walk this place looking through eyes looking.. searching..
seeking my lover who even now is imprisoned by the weakness of the souls
of this world..

i feel the pain of her longing across a thousand years doubled even
more because to he ears these words might only be art.. but my pain is
real..

i feel the soft caress of her soul urging me onwards.. begging me to
find her and rip apart the walls of her jail cell.. would that i could
feel the flesh of my fingers fall off as i thrust my hands deep into the
hard concret of the walls the world has built around her..

i walk the streets of your cities surrounded by a million sleepers.. those who pace inside their dank jailcells and call it life..

i have strained every vessel til it burst.. exploding into the
totality of myself in an attempt to master the strengths and hungers
required to find you.. to free ur shackled form.. to restore ur divinity
with the purity of my embrace..

each day that passes i am puzzled more.. wondering if these words
reach you directly or from the mouths of others who repeat them..

each day as my eyes adjust to the reality of this world.. the air
grows thick with harpies that laugh at my efforts.. claws scratching me
with my own guilt..

i am lost.. i begin to question this quest i chose so long ago.. but i
am denied even the soft caresses of doubt.. even this anger melts
away.. for i know that even now somewhere in this world your heart yearns
to feel my heat.. your form yearns to feel my touch..

this love i have forged with countless hours in the forge of
passion.. burning away m,y doubts and fears and any traces of their
stained world is not mine to doubt or tarnish… it is

i feel the weight of the realness of this world crush me as Atlas with its futility..

each day i walk this place looking through eyes looking.. searching..
seeking my lover who even now is imprisoned by the weakness of the souls
of this world..

i feel the pain of her longing across a thousand years doubled even
more because to he ears these words might only be art.. but my pain is
real..

i feel the soft caress of her soul urging me onwards.. begging me to
find her and rip apart the walls of her jail cell.. would that i could
feel the flesh of my fingers fall off as i thrust my hands deep into the
hard concrete of the walls the world has built around her..

i walk the streets of your cities surrounded by a million sleepers.. those who pace inside their dank jailcells and call it life..

i have strained every vessel til it burst.. exploding into the
totality of myself in an attempt to master the strengths and hungers
required to find you.. to free your shackled form.. to restore your divinity
with the purity of my embrace..

each day that passes i am puzzled more.. wondering if these words
reach you directly or from the mouths of others who repeat them..

each day as my eyes adjust to the reality of this world.. the air
grows thick with harpies that laugh at my efforts.. claws scratching me
with my own guilt..

i am lost.. i begin to question this quest i chose so long ago.. but i
am denied even the soft caresses of doubt.. even this anger melts
away.. for i know that even now somewhere in this world ur heart yearns
to feel my heat.. ur form yearns to feel my touch..

this love i have forged with countless hours in the forge of
passion.. burning away m,y doubts and fears and any traces of their
stained world isnot mine to doubt or tarnish… it is yours.. and i raise it
high again into the air.. it burns my fingers as it bursts across the
dark skies for you to see..

i yell in pain and anger as it burns brighter stil.. i look to the
shadows of the sleepers as they scatter from its light.. seeking you
hidden among them..

my words fail me now.. they hold no beauty or truth only the echoes
of myu steps as i stumble blind thru a forest of sleeping trees..
planted firmly in the soil of humanities dreams.. yelling and calling
out to u.. sword in hand.. waiting to plunge it deep into those who
would keep us apart..

i am the firce dragon come to save u from the dashing prince.. the
warrior who has returned home from blood from battle for his own soul
only to find his home ransacked.. his lover gone.. i have tread the
years and lifetimes between searching for you.. i feel i am close.. this
moment in time that i step through holds within it the key to our freedom
to be apart no longer.. dream made real and real redefined..

my anger subsides.. if i have waited this long to feel ur tender
flesh underneath hungry teeth.. warm passion flowing thru clasping
hands.. then i can wait even longer..

but each day i look out at the sleepers world and curse it for
seperating us.. for twisting the very paths of the four winds so that you
do not recognise my voice..

call out to my flesh and blood.. my words do live but they are not
me.. i have walked through the millenia to reach this wall between us..
this seperator of faith and dream.. reach through to me..

yours.. and i raise it
high again into the air.. it burns my fingers as it bursts across the
dark skies for you to see..

i yell in pain and anger as it burns brighter stil.. i look to the
shadows of the sleepers as they scatter from its light.. seeking you
hidden among them..

my words fail me now.. they hold no beauty or truth only the echoes
of my steps as i stumble blind through a forest of sleeping trees..
planted firmly in the soil of humanities dreams.. yelling and calling
out to you.. sword in hand.. waiting to plunge it deep into those who
would keep us apart..

i am the fierce dragon come to save you from the dashing prince.. the
warrior who has returned home from blood from battle for his own soul
only to find his home ransacked.. his lover gone.. i have tread the
years and lifetimes between searching for you.. i feel i am close.. this
moment in time that i step through holds within it the key to our freedom
to be apart no longer.. dream made real and real redefined..

my anger subsides.. if i have waited this long to feel your tender
flesh underneath hungry teeth.. warm passion flowing thru clasping
hands.. then i can wait even longer..

but each day i look out at the sleepers world and curse it for
seperating us.. for twisting the very paths of the four winds so that you
do not recognise my voice..

call out to my flesh and blood.. my words do live but they are not
me.. i have walked through the millenia to reach this wall between us..
this seperator of faith and dream.. reach through to me..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

walk through light

tread upon the tightrope between two clouds
as two dreams floating high above the sleepers..
connect as two halves of a rainbow pot of gold
well counted by fairy tale fingers

Spiral to the moon

the eyes are so beautiful... 

people abuse their lips too often.. 

ugly words.. distraught faces.

passing through dark voids.. 

black spaces.. 

footprints in cement..

writing in sand.. 

 

mistakes made, but by the time I realize..

it always seems just too late.

maybe we don't deserve a second chance..

sometimes I feel like that's all I need.

guess i'll have to deal.

 

in my mind, i've kneeled to you & cried.

in this heart, my yearning towards you will not subside so easily.

my soul is screaming..

there's a spirit looking down..

such disappointment,

destroying me.

 

false reality you try & pull her into..

worn limbs, shattered smiles, heavy eyes.

the pain is swelling..

so fake, you keep on, like a robot, with no cause...

fuck these man-made laws.

I don't need your restriction to enjoy myself.

these rules crash down, fallen stones on the ground..

 

I will blow away with the leaves, for I am not stablized as the trees.

some night, near or distant, I will fly up & greet the moon..

when I get there, i'll ask, "is it still too soon...?"

Revolution

This is a revolution

Hear now what the children cry

Wake now from confusion

Your Savior stands in the sky

Your time is fast approaching

Life or loss, the choice is yours

Quickly, now, in this moment

Before time secures its doors

 

Can’t you see

Can’t you feel

Can’t you tell

The conflict’s real

That we war

For your soul

To leave you empty

Or make you whole

 

Here He stands while the battle rages

You want to destroy yourself

Give up to the Rock of Ages

Only He saves people from Hell

He calls to let Him save you

He wants to give you life

All He asks is that you believe Him

For your old self give Him the knife

 

Put to death your old self

Crucify your lusts forever

Bury them, six feet deep

Never to rise, forever to sleep

All this for the love of God

All this for your own sake

All of this to tell others

Veracity from fake

 

Can’t you see

Can’t you feel

Can’t you tell

The conflict’s real

That we war

For your soul

To leave you empty

Or make you whole

 

The time is now

The time is here

Why wait now

What do you fear?

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Not the only one going crazy~

Dark night, bright moon,

you lit my heart on fire.

scorching sun, you have given me purpose,

it lifts me higher.

 

drift into sleep, I'm wishing to see you in my dreams...

at least I can feel you there..

I miss the way you'd push back your hair..

off to the side when you just don't care..

 

the taste of June.. 

the scent of July.. 

the warmth of August.. 

September i'll always remember.

October is way worth to forget.

feeble, faint... 

 

painting a portrait with this soul that reminds me of you,

smudged & running.. 

is this all now but a delusion...?

I can't help but question... 

 

please precious smile, stay with me for a long while.

eyes so piercing..

i'm sorry I can't stop myself from recapping..

it's breaking me apart inside

but i'll hold myself together & stick around for the ride..

 

shallow waters.. low tide.

stop trying to pry open my head.. 

i'll keep shaking you off to the side, instead..

if you can't understand these petty complexes..

i'm not the only one going crazy.

i'm not asking you to save me.. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

3.13.13

To My Future Wife

Folder: 
Love

Everyone is half of who they’re intended to be

So I wonder if you’re the better half of me

And sometimes I wonder, as I look at the sky

If you’re waiting too, the exact same as I

 

Sing me a love song, never to part

Play on the strings, deep in my heart

Speak the words that heal my hurt soul

Say that you love me, make me whole

 

I thought I’d found love once before

But only after do I see what it was for

It was practice; a broken road, true

But thank God it led me straight to you

 

All these things I think, but we haven’t met

In fact, I’m not even sure that we’ve met yet

But I still pray for you every night

Thanking God that He picked you; for me you’re just right

 

Sing me a love song, never to part

Play on the strings, deep in my heart

Speak the words that heal my hurt soul

Say that you love me, make me whole

 

I learned love from a sacrifice

Though I once hated God, He paid the price

For me to live; made again new

And just as a present, He made you

 

I may not be perfect as yet

But just for you, I’ll do my very best

I think you’ll find, deep within me

A man who’ll love,

And protect,

And cherish you

Eternally

 

That’s just me

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Prism of maimed love

i'll walk alone.. with your precense carved into my heart...

not even stones could break down what i've built up. not any hatred... no fear.

it's going to stay right here..

as long as it remains untouched.. if I can manage to let it be..

then i'll always have you with me.

 

as much as I may look up to the stars & cry..

as much as I ask the sun why...

how often I wish the clouds away.. 

is as much as I feel you every day.. 

 

maybe there is a sharp fence around your heart...

is there cotton in your ears..? is your vision pitch black..?

have you gone blind? is your mind in tact..?

do you think you're just fine..?

 

silly me.. still wondering, though we've left it all behind..

 

all I really want is to die in the grace of someone I love..

gazing into their eyes.. arms held tight..

my spirit could finally take flight. 

 

i'm so fucking sick of this misery..

i'm tired of not having any energy..

i'm done with the pressure on the sides of my head..

i'm finished with the aches in my back.. 

i'll drown out all the nausea..

I will forget about the broken glass..

the shattered past.. 

 

if we didn't know such a thing as sadness existed, would we still feel it..?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

3.10.13

Yog-Sothoth

Folder: 
Cthulhu Mythos

Yog-Sothoth, archons

God of portals.

Rules all goings in,

Rules all comings out.

 

Doors are His mouth

Windows are His eyes.

Whenever you cross,

He is aware;

And only when He permits it.

 

He is the Gate and the Key;

Jealously guarding the portals.

The face of Yog-Sothoth,

The face of the cosmos.

 

During death and dream,

Liberated from the house of flesh.

Struck out by violent force;

He may lead the soul to any world

 He: Nyarlathotep,

Even to the throne of chaos.

 

Yog-Sothoth cannot be bullied,

Not even by Nyarlathotep.

There is no way to harm Yog-Sothoth

There is no way to kill Him...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the Cthulhu Mythos Deity Yog-Sothoth.