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.
Labels:
Artist,
Expression,
Passion,
Poet
you remind me of
'vacant' when i pour
over
those lines
breathlessly through
my cautious ways, i search again,
running my fingers through my hair
then... grasping tight,
eyes laden with
guilt,
it hits me...
you are and
have always been
the very reason
i composed such
a gem.
'vacant' when i pour
over
those lines
breathlessly through
my cautious ways, i search again,
running my fingers through my hair
then... grasping tight,
eyes laden with
guilt,
it hits me...
you are and
have always been
the very reason
i composed such
a gem.
you are
my little taste of life
sweetly tucked away in an everlasting dream.
the eloquent nature of it all
embraces me as i
wish toward the brightest star
longing... praying
for your beautiful soul.
my little taste of life
sweetly tucked away in an everlasting dream.
the eloquent nature of it all
embraces me as i
wish toward the brightest star
longing... praying
for your beautiful soul.
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
Labels:
Ache,
Art Inspired,
Bleed,
Fantasy
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
Labels:
Art Inspired,
Forgive,
Memory,
night
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
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