i imagine,
in love's true perfection,
that i could rest airily
in love's true perfection,
that i could rest airily
beneath the emitting rain in her
eyes
they remain
so sensual, so inviting that i--
oh, i could give up my life
to reach for the heaven that rests deeply
within them
so sensual, so inviting that i--
oh, i could give up my life
to reach for the heaven that rests deeply
within them
although they cradle sadness,
and ache ferociously
for another,
i try to embrace her in my dreams
and more often than not
do
and ache ferociously
for another,
i try to embrace her in my dreams
and more often than not
do
so during each willing night
that i
whisper
how i love the rain
in her eyes
i ache just as
easily
for the passion
i feel dying in
her soul
when i claim this as truth
from the crevices of my soul
you induce in me a beauty
unlike any other
i'm fallible
yet somehow can exact on breath
in foreign words of passion
for you
days go and i'm invited by each night
to dream once again
from the crevices of my soul
you induce in me a beauty
unlike any other
i'm fallible
yet somehow can exact on breath
in foreign words of passion
for you
days go and i'm invited by each night
to dream once again
of love
and there
in the depth of truest
depth
poises unyielding satisfaction
je t'aime.
poises unyielding satisfaction
je t'aime.
in my
fragility
i often bereft my very breath of life
of all the wonderment left by dreams--
induce myself
into a tragic, tragic beauty
echoing my heart's sheer deservings
immortal tracings of longing
somehow aurify the crevices left in my soul
by all i have ever known simply
to versify their very essence
to the surface of each willing page
i sense far more in only
the most romantic of poets:
days of yore when the Promethean bard
[Shelly] crossed in his own self
the fine line between heaven and earth,
Keats with his melancholic breathlessness still rests
deeply within my heart;
oh, how they remain my unsurpassed favorites
and so, you see
i am but a humble man whose been bred
completely in the pulsating depth
of poetry
may i pertain to this
forevermore.
i often bereft my very breath of life
of all the wonderment left by dreams--
induce myself
into a tragic, tragic beauty
echoing my heart's sheer deservings
immortal tracings of longing
somehow aurify the crevices left in my soul
by all i have ever known simply
to versify their very essence
to the surface of each willing page
i sense far more in only
the most romantic of poets:
days of yore when the Promethean bard
[Shelly] crossed in his own self
the fine line between heaven and earth,
Keats with his melancholic breathlessness still rests
deeply within my heart;
oh, how they remain my unsurpassed favorites
and so, you see
i am but a humble man whose been bred
completely in the pulsating depth
of poetry
may i pertain to this
forevermore.
I drown my tendency to die
So intimate tonight
To touch her lips imbued in tears
To gain a brand new sight
The glee aroused within my heart
Has painted all my thoughts
To glow with such vitality
For everything she sought
The stars persuade our destiny
While life embraces through
The fortune of a new era
Igniting what is true
I dote upon her eloquence
Now feeling I belong
No matter what, I love her now
I've loved her all along
So intimate tonight
To touch her lips imbued in tears
To gain a brand new sight
The glee aroused within my heart
Has painted all my thoughts
To glow with such vitality
For everything she sought
The stars persuade our destiny
While life embraces through
The fortune of a new era
Igniting what is true
I dote upon her eloquence
Now feeling I belong
No matter what, I love her now
I've loved her all along
those beautiful painted designs rested
meticulously on the wings of a butterfly
would always make her think
of her father
the night she bled them loose
into the shadows from her palm
against an inhabited night which she swore
would go on and on
theoretically
as the visage of a forgotten dream
ache intermingled with her soul,
dying, dying to ever know again
the theme which startled her heart to utter bitterness
"where are you daddy?" she'd whisper in
her mind as her weariness regarded
the final flutter of the remaining butterfly,
who imbued the lulling air,
as the thief
of an unchaotic reality
then wisps of memories
flooded her unchained heart
to drown her love for his very own
shadows aggravate
my heart,
love seems so far away --
so far, so far
and i am lost
beneath the blue veil
of my dreams
i'll linger awhile,
torn, lost without
everything
i never actually knew yet
fantasied of
constantly
no matter how
elegance no longer laces
through all i once held near
i'll wander through and search
for you
'til breath becomes the chill
the air accumulates through
its pale frigidness and
tears fall while
memories loom
i'll sit here and watch
the craving earth
endure
the fragmented rain
and want more
to escape
my very breath of life
ever... and again
my heart,
love seems so far away --
so far, so far
and i am lost
beneath the blue veil
of my dreams
i'll linger awhile,
torn, lost without
everything
i never actually knew yet
fantasied of
constantly
no matter how
elegance no longer laces
through all i once held near
i'll wander through and search
for you
'til breath becomes the chill
the air accumulates through
its pale frigidness and
tears fall while
memories loom
i'll sit here and watch
the craving earth
endure
the fragmented rain
and want more
to escape
my very breath of life
ever... and again
I died tonight
in the silences spaced violently
between each beat
of your heart
invoked your touch
to follow where ancient lovers
have always cried before
then bore you as my essence,
clinging to the heated breath
of your swelling kiss,
lost in you -- so, so lost
imperfection can't ever believe in us
in this bright instant
for I will never
forsake you
in the silences spaced violently
between each beat
of your heart
invoked your touch
to follow where ancient lovers
have always cried before
then bore you as my essence,
clinging to the heated breath
of your swelling kiss,
lost in you -- so, so lost
imperfection can't ever believe in us
in this bright instant
for I will never
forsake you
i digress
while i slither across
the chilly floor
toward you
approaching my dreams,
desires quenched once, but
with you i can't see past my own
choices
you're vulnerable
and i just love to soak in the idea
of taking advantage,
then wrap you deep
in these leathery wounds
imbuing my thirst
across your supple neck
reminds me...
i lurk in you,
dead... ever immortal
for i am you
inside out
while i slither across
the chilly floor
toward you
approaching my dreams,
desires quenched once, but
with you i can't see past my own
choices
you're vulnerable
and i just love to soak in the idea
of taking advantage,
then wrap you deep
in these leathery wounds
imbuing my thirst
across your supple neck
reminds me...
i lurk in you,
dead... ever immortal
for i am you
inside out
gray dandelion seedheads stream from reveries of yore
to where i thought enchantment wasn't meant to be or for
a fool as gullible as i have always been, my dear
and as i watched the way they danced poetically, my tears
fell from the holiest of places in my brawling heart
and then beheld the way we waltzed a lovely sea of art
against that dream's endearment as blue skies would captivate
the very face of all eternity and all of fate
the field we frolicked in as we would laugh and as we'd play
endears my memory with all i held that lovely day
though oh, you felt it wasn't meant to last yet you still swore
that you would always be for me my dear, dear, sweet amore
then as you ever thought to go away like as the sun
gray dandelion seedheads blew from where our love begun
from where i'll flame i'll be reborn to bear for only you
and thus you will remain to me as all i ever knew
while every ounce of all the depth here in my eyes will die
to reawaken my own soul through all the tears i cry
i'll firstly weaken for your love then gaze to heaven, see
'til all i know of every breath of life you gave to me
corrodes to ash until i nevermore may know again
the way a dream as beautiful can bare a heart in vain
and as eventuality will beckon for me, dear
you'll be the one for whom i'll rise my spirits from my fear
then live again -- oh, as bathetically as it may seem
far more intense to follow through the sweetest words i teem
through all the thoughts i bleed as every reason i adore
for all the ways you sense my deepest passions always pour
and thus you will remain to me as all i ever knew
while every ounce of all the depth here in my eyes will die
to reawaken my own soul through all the tears i cry
i'll firstly weaken for your love then gaze to heaven, see
'til all i know of every breath of life you gave to me
corrodes to ash until i nevermore may know again
the way a dream as beautiful can bare a heart in vain
and as eventuality will beckon for me, dear
you'll be the one for whom i'll rise my spirits from my fear
then live again -- oh, as bathetically as it may seem
far more intense to follow through the sweetest words i teem
through all the thoughts i bleed as every reason i adore
for all the ways you sense my deepest passions always pour
laden moonlight emerges
through the forest green and
gracefully dances
amid the shimmering
shoal
of the pond that sits before
me
i ponder nothing and yet
everything that should have ever
mattered
to her agitating
soul
faith? what had she doubted
in her last unfathomable
inquiry?
where was she coming from?
chaos invites me into
its cradling haven and
raven strands of tedious hair
wrap around my crooked
fingers
brown eyes gleaming simply of...
my absence
what the fuck did she
expect?
"i don't know what i believe in and that's the truth. read my poetry... i believe in whatever i write blindly about." -- Robert Anderson
"i don't know what i believe in and that's the truth. read my poetry... i believe in whatever i write blindly about." -- Robert Anderson
circulating throughout a dream that once
was...
now dwindling
into the crevice of her very soul
she doubts
my whimsical breath through
her disordered thoughts
and i,
once more than seemingly enough,
now die -- oh yes. i die for an ounce
of the taste she'd offer my own
secret-self -
[how i yearned to lastingly hold that
which remained as true]
bygone whispers follow duskiness into
the solace of her mind and echo
the sowing of all she swore
would never exist
for me
and so,
while recall the day i confessed
my unchained heart to hers and
secretly pray while echoing the sweetest sentiments
i have ever, ever bore:
"you're my bijou and...
to dream knowing this is enough for me"
she'll remain the one
i have longed
forever.
now dwindling
into the crevice of her very soul
she doubts
my whimsical breath through
her disordered thoughts
and i,
once more than seemingly enough,
now die -- oh yes. i die for an ounce
of the taste she'd offer my own
secret-self -
[how i yearned to lastingly hold that
which remained as true]
bygone whispers follow duskiness into
the solace of her mind and echo
the sowing of all she swore
would never exist
for me
and so,
while recall the day i confessed
my unchained heart to hers and
secretly pray while echoing the sweetest sentiments
i have ever, ever bore:
"you're my bijou and...
to dream knowing this is enough for me"
she'll remain the one
i have longed
forever.
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