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Could I Be

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.

:: — ::


And I love Her

Verse 1:

Oh, such a little pinch, and yet so much grief
Sittin’ on a park bench, findin’ some relief
Me and the bench, we’re just like two peas
In a pod, we’re the only ones that truly see

Chorus:

In this solemn park, where the birds fly
My soul’s undercovered, my heart’s asking why
As the last refrain of nature’s song fades
I know this grief won’t leave, it just cascades

Verse 2:

The bench is baked, but it’s where I find peace
Soulful comfort, from the pain it does release
The song of the birds will never truly die
But this grief, it’ll fade away with a sigh

Chorus:

In this solemn park, where the birds fly
My soul’s undercovered, my heart’s asking why
As the last refrain of nature’s song fades
I know this grief won’t leave, it just cascades

\as free birds fly as hearts released.
/seeing my love you see — and i love her.

:: 03.19.2023 ::


Goulash

A voice inside and out,
deep in the woods,
whispers, “I am the One you know.”
Waiting for the 112 bus,
the egg man appears.
In the musty city,
humans and mimics abound,
but the small guy with one eye
calls himself egg man.
In 1799, we sailed
from our English gardens
and found you.
Simulating futures
like peacocks spreading feathers,
we lovers, poets, and wizards
ka-choo ka-ka-choo with abandon.
Finding her heart,
how sweet it can be,
but she doesn’t know what he is.
She needn’t care;
to love is to be everywhere,
like love never dies.

No one can deny
something is there,
how good it can be,
beside me.

:: 03.19.2023 ::


Drowning in Fear

HOW faces smile how they frown
how they find treasures in life.

Being dead living life
in disguises
crying shouting destroyed Souls
Within Hell on Earth,
Living and dying each day
listening to mortal words
i scream Within my circle is a box
unopened and angels pray
to keep it closed
So give me a cold hand
won’t you come closer
inside me : fire mouth
tear me apart thinking love

Mimics call my name again
destroying time space
within all i knew were friends
were others not of Earth

No one changes like you
feigning death to make me cry
flesh like static sand
come

supernovae come
burn solar systems
Nephlim come challenge me
i have no fear bequeath
spiritual technology
destroys your black hole sun
so come so come so come
won’t you come

:: 03.19.2023 ::


Jaguar

and the man ate her
the jaguar between her legs
a beast heavy upon her stomach.

Licking and smelling
tasting Life

Became then the man
deep inside her thoughts
forgiving pain for pleasure

for higher heaven

Came the angel
fighting the human

Lovers entwined.

:: 03.17.2023 ::


2000 Years Later

Liquor flows upon rivers of deceit
The Earth formless and void in darkness
And the Spirit moved across the water
then Light

“It was good. Breathingh into lungs 2000
years later of asbestos.

03.16.2023 ::


Fourteen Days

Fourteen days have passed since you,
Took my heart and bid adieu,
Thunderclouds of sadness roll,
Applause of tears, I can’t control.

I saw myself in shattered glass,
My reflection twisted, a lass,
Picasso’s art, the shards in place,
A world turned upside down in space.

A purple brush, I took and ate,
Threw up on canvas, sealed my fate,
Cupid’s arrow, broken, lays,
Its victims left to mend their ways.

So to the garden, I retreat,
Among the Venus flytrap’s feet,
The leaves snap, a Bumblebee,
My wounded heart it stings with glee.

I couldn’t have met you, my dear,
Without this garden, I hold near,
My love and shyness, intertwined,
A fate like ours, hard to find.

These fourteen days, I’ll not forget,
Forever in my heart, a debt,
Even if I forget your face,
The memories of love embrace.

Someone called my heart “chained in hell,”
A word that stings, I know full well,
But I wish for time to explain,
My love, my heart, and all its pain.

:: 03.15.2023 ::


If and By Love of Music and Poetry

Oh Liszt’s “Ständchen” softly plays,
A melancholic tune that sways,
The piano’s voice sings with such grace,
As Schubert’s melody finds its place.

A romantic mood fills the air,
A bittersweet love that lingers there,
The notes ring out with heartfelt pain,
As Liszt’s variations sweetly sustain.

A tribute to Schubert’s tender song,
Liszt’s arrangement echoes strong,
A piano’s voice that gently weeps,
A haunting melody that never sleeps.

In “Ständchen,” we hear a tale,
Of love and loss that will prevail,
A small poem of beauty and grace,
That Liszt and Schubert forever embrace.

:: 03.15.2023 ::


Sad Cafe

It’s been so long
since I touched
the feeling of love.
I painted her face
on a sad canvas
in a cafe of lost love.
We knew that two hearts
were lost in pain,
like shipwrecked souls.
How it hurts when I saw
tears like swells;
oceans so lost at sea.
And I sent her my love
(all souls lost at sea).
It has been so long,
I couldn’t remember,
but I saw a wave crest
across my soul,
and she sent her love.
When she said,
“I’m a survivor lost
at sea, babe,”
I never wanted to
say goodbye.

:: 03.12.2023 Rev::


Never Forgotten Is Love

After seasons have passed,
love creates a beautiful death
as hearts crawl like tiny creatures
righteous as tender memory.

Between life and death,
we love and love until bliss
through youth, mid-life, and golden ages
as the heart begs for more.

If we are not remembered,
if love is forgotten,
then life becomes rough
and we are left unremembered.

:: 03.07.2023 ::