Sun LoverAlas, the tears on my face, lost in the warmest chase of the sun's trembling hand, forerunner of summer days. I feel her fingers rough with sand, I am her slave in this hidden place where soul meets fire eternal.Sun Lover
Even if her kiss can melt away the memory, gone in wind's sway, fast as the blink of a lover's eye. With stretched arms I chant to pray longing for her lips, lips to die for every single and finite day, love in exchange for fire infernal.
Madness Of An InsomniacA pause in a sequence of breaths Gasping in between Enough time for a thought To pass through the thickness Of present realities, A shattered glass of ideals, Of dreams, of ambitions, Dried cup of wishful thinking, Is there ever a chance to retrieve What was once regained? Even if I should numb myself, Can I still lift my face To see its reflection, and call it Worthy of being loved? Unlovable they may seem, My eyes still sparkle with the tears My incapable handsMadness Of An Insomniac
Can never wipe away. My mind has always wondered If the body it dic
UnspokenStrong hearts can defend the fragile trust from the whip of slandering tongues but the loss of blood has made me weak; how long can one stand the numbness of his flesh?Unspoken
In the arms of evening a cold shudder covers like a blanket, moon-lit scent mingles with twilight's dew. I long for the warmth of mid-day, where snow melts and the air is breath that fills the spirit.
Perhaps my salvation is in the long embrace witnessed by the sun blessed by the heavens, a secret well-kept, hidden from the env
Men and GodsThe affairs of men are a joke to the Gods who stare at us since Time created itself, along with Sin, with Death and Life, too.Men and Gods
The lives of men amuse the eternal dead, in frozen smiles they giggle, perhaps more bewildered than amused. For we ride the merry-go-round, and we run in circles, racing against others in blindfolds, stumbling, fumbling, groping the darkness that has never escaped our eyes, even when we light the candles that never melt, or seek the sun that never sets. And in the shadows we play and in every game we make certa
DieI wanted to be there, to watch you die. But I can't make it, so that's why I'm sending this lie. I told you I would see it, come to pass. But let's just face it, that promise will never last.Die
And now that I see the answers. I don't want to wake, to face the world again, when your life is at stake.
My nightmares are finally coming true, now that I know, that I don't want them to. My eyes are bleeding shut, I can't keep them open, to see whats up. I told you that I would be there, to watch the world burn. But I c
Insufficient NightsPetrified eyes weave in and out of darkness like monstrous fish in the catacombs of the sea. There’s an unfocused glaze in the bed seekers. Your mind translucent and fish eyed; a railed diversion from public You balance on the monotonous fraying edges of dreams, convulsing away from the unraveling fantasy. Trying to drift into the mist, On a boat of unconsciousnessInsufficient Nights
But... Your shell aches, Your minds unawake,
And your habitat feels fake.
You journey forever, endlessly it seems, to find subconscious seduction.
My Dreams...You can not concieve, even half, of what I've seen. You will not believe, in the horrors, of my dreams. Never again, will I tell, what these mean.My Dreams...
If but vainly, to unconceal, to late to halt, all I see. Only then, will I reveal... Will I unleash, of what I dream.
Reading My Poetry
Joy
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The Freudian Slip
Macellarius Est
If opinions can be lethal, then I am a murderer.
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Stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you...
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The Freudian Slip
Macellarius Est
If opinions can be lethal, then I am a murderer.
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Stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you...
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The Freudian Slip
Macellarius Est
If opinions can be lethal, then I am a murderer.
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