If love were the last word,
It feels like feathered, frayed wings.
Your face, pure as the love within my heart,
Your presence, a judge.
I stretched my heart outward to you,
You said you understood, but you never do.
Yet, if love were the last word,
If love were life, then let it be my wings.
I had hoped, your skin like
My own emotions, and the heat of my fever
Burns deeply, more than I have revealed.
And though “never” is a word of finality,
Love has always been the force that moves me.
Life, a journey of light and shade,
A path with twists and turns, and stories untold,
Of moments that leave us breathless, and memories that fade,
Of a love that burns bright, and a heart that grows cold.
We search for meaning in the chaos of life,
In the highs and lows that make us feel alive,
But as we chase our dreams and battle our strife,
We often forget to cherish the moments that thrive.
Love, a force that consumes us whole,
A bond that connects us, and a flame that ignites,
But as we pour our hearts and bare our souls,
We risk the pain and sorrow that follows in sight.
For loss, a companion to love and life,
A reminder that all things must come to an end,
And though it cuts like a sharp knife,
It teaches us to cherish the love that we tend.
So let us embrace life with all its complexities,
And love with all our hearts and souls,
And though we may face pain and perplexities,
We’ll find comfort in the love that consoles.
For in the end, it’s not the fame or glory we seek,
But the love that we give and the moments we keep,
And as we journey through life, love, and loss,
We’ll find beauty in the chaos and the cost.
The ether shimmers with an air of unease,
As fragmented thoughts drift with the breeze,
A wandering soul, adrift in a world of strife,
Lost in the endless labyrinth of life.
The streets hum with a cacophony of sound,
As the city’s pulse beats to a frenzied round,
And amidst the crowd, a solitary figure stands,
A ghostly presence in a sea of hands.
The world spins with a dizzying pace,
As the mind’s eye seeks a familiar face,
But the depths of the heart remain shrouded in mystery,
A landscape of shadows, veiled in history.
The moon’s pale glow casts a spectral light,
As the night’s dark embrace beckons with all its might,
And in the stillness, a whisper lingers on the air,
A love song, echoing with a sense of despair.
The heart aches with a longing so deep,
As the soul yearns for a love it cannot keep,
And in the silence of the night,
The echoes of a love song take flight.
The world fades with a muted hue,
As the heart seeks a love that’s pure and true,
And in the end, all that remains,
Are the echoes of a love song, haunting in refrain.
:: 03.24.2023 ::
SILVER MOON
See? I was walking. A baby with tiny feet.
So cute. Where ever i choose again.
Rain love from women. Nothing but hugs
in big breasts smothered i knew.
I was the one with nothing but love
and I don’t know what it means.
YEAH.
Love hates whores. The sound is true.
Listen in a field of flowers singing
they turn their petals for you.
Yeah, the moon is silver until it
sees the love bestowed upon you.
like to sing shoot but know what it means
Yeah
We can have more? No, cause nature as
a whore says you are not worthy of me
and they say earth and soil shoots her
squirt in the face of offenders
You know what it means.
HATE ME tell me i am dead
Wait now, until i’m here
Dread love, say it again
Love you — when i’m here
Love me because
i’m Jesus’ child
i’m not the only one
i’m not the only one
Taste me
tell me i;m honey
like a buzz’d bee
stinging you
waking you alive
Rape my Soul
Suck my silver cord
lick me again
waste me angel again
I was the only one
I was the lovely one
Hive me my mind
waste me again
Bee buzz bite
taste me again
i’m Jesus’ chld
kill me again
Love me
Lick my honey again
tell me i’m lovely
taste my honey
stinging you
so lick me bee
buzz bite me
:: 03.21.2023 ::
Love, a pure and steadfast force,
Has not within its heart remorse,
Nor does it sway with changing tide
Or bend when sorrows do abide.
Love is the compass of the soul,
That guides us through life’s endless shoal,
A star that shines both bright and clear
Even when storms and tempests near.
Though Time may wither youth and grace,
Love endures, a constant trace,
And bears all things to the very end,
Beyond the realm where earth does blend.
If my words are false and unwise,
Then let my tongue be silenced, and my pen despised.
:: 03.21.2023 ::
I too, i do.
How love flitters
away from lost souls
beyond heaven
away from dreams too.
My love, the love,
that died by words
and actions so cold
i do, and did,
do die
forgiving fear
within this loving
heart.
:: 03.21.2023 ::
How love knows no one
Why imagine it
when we kill
and die for all
religion and politics
That we never get it
but the world turns
we without precious
posessions or brother-
hood or sisters
we cry and we’re not
like everyone
We believe
and leave our yesterdays
as shadows hanging over
beating hearts
i say there’s something
wrong
When we were younger
and loved playing games
i say now there’s something
wrong
And how we need a place
to hide away.
:: 03.21.2023 ::
What spirit imbues that flesh! A love like that of a mother’s best,
with twinkling eyes and a heart of gold, that mystical flair that balances dew
upon the soothing green blade, touching your father’s heart too!
And you tend to good deeds that love and life bequeath to all,
a fiery and tender twinkle that brings joyous tears to your father’s eyes,
with the moon and bird-songs following you forevermore!
Your lovely grace in turmoil will make his heart always beat for you,
the world and all its gifts of gold and position are not as valuable
as that tender spot where angels dance, the room where I first met you.
That spot must have the best cot that shall forever remain my home,
you are a fair bloom of sweet beauty, fairer than roses bringing the bright noon-day,
more valuable than grass, rain, or the cold kiss of a winter’s night,
because it’s what’s inside of you, not your fur or appearance, that’s dear,
it’s the bloom that comes from the heart, and that’s what I keep.
What soft breaths of wind, what autumn songs from the skies that day,
and what beauty was not lost, comes from the cleft of the heart,
the heart that I hold in mine, to your father, who now with silent eyes fixed,
weeps tears of the heart for you,
From Heaven above have come
THE ROSE AND THE FLOWER.
(rev) 03.19.2023
COULD I BE?
Could I be the electric flame
That burns within your deepest frame?
As science holds answers yet unknown,
May we have a chance to be shown?
Slowly reveal to me your frigid breath
Like winter’s flow, so cold as death,
For everyone claims both right and wrong,
As we hold on through the night so long.
We’re caught in danger, engulfed by wrath,
Yet it feels so right within our path,
As hollow as the winter’s chill,
I cannot let go, I must feel still.
No wrongs, no rights, but the way we last,
In frozen kisses, our passion cast,
Could I be more than what I seem,
To break free from this hollow dream?
Might I be that electric flame
That kindles deep within your frame?
As science holds its secrets tight,
May fate allow our paths to unite?
Reveal to me your wintry breath,
So cold it chills me to the depth,
For every voice claims right and wrong,
As through the night we hold so long.
We’re caught in danger, seized by ire,
Yet deep inside we feel desire,
As hollow as the winter’s air,
I cannot release this endless care.
No wrongs or rights, just what we last,
With frozen kisses as time has passed,
Might I become more than I seem,
And shatter this hollow, endless dream?
With love and heart, my soul ablaze,
I long to kindle passion’s blaze,
And be that electric spark,
That ignites your soul, pure and stark.
So let us dare to take the chance,
And dance with fate in love’s wild dance,
For in your deepest frame I see,
A love that burns so bright and free.
:: — ::
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