I feel only pity. Not for you, for those touched by you. Those stained with your toxin breath and acid words. Those that hear the echoes of your banshee scream as dawn calls upon another day and they believe they converse with an angel.
I pity the God’s you pray to, the hyprocracy in your evening cries, the venom in your devil eyes. A descendant of lilith, fallen angels with blackened wings fanning the vile words falling from your spitting tongue.
The serpent coils through your soul, what embers of innocence once lay there now crushed, dispersed on trade winds to a lover and another and any poor fool consumed by your succubus melody and the broken strings of your violin.
But alas I will carry your lesson into tomorrow on the beating wings of spirits love forever at my side. My gain was your want, eternal without condition beyond the physical realm. Spiritual devotion rewarded now in universal bliss…
Your lessons taught me the value Of true loves blessed kiss. Your game play was preparation, for me to become his. Your poison was the toxin in my climb as I learned self worth and when my King took stand to claim his Queen, I knew I was worthy this time.
The body, when perfectly whole Without cut, scar or gaping hole Is a vessel of beautiful perfection Radiating aura without detection of cast of entities from darker sense…
Each cut, scar, hole leaves open essence protection fails as they seep in heavy thoughts they always bring feeding on energy, power drives on reality is rewritten, they become strong.
To cleanse, to hide, to meditate is never quite enough to fight for holes in auras outer shield are the reason for the magnetic field They deceive, come in many guise
Such power they feed from mine so wise, S’not you s’not me, they choose just feed are blind in choice beyond holes of sieve Such holes they must be healed To regain your protective field.
Even in distance across time and space healing occurs from source trace, All is needed, permission granted intent is thought a decision planted Allow me, and I will remain silent till thoughts quenched end of violence.
To wander beneath twilight
Skies upon a moonlit shore
Bare foot, soul upon my
tattered sleeve with the
gentle wisp of ocean caressing
my solitude, this is heaven.
Utopia lapping at my feet
as I walk the soft bed of
precious memories caught
in the broken fragments
of stone, shells, aged glass
in solitude, this is heaven.
To hear the ancient call
of my ancestors whispering
across waves of ascent to
hear the answers to questions
not yet asked in this precious
solitude, this is heaven.
As linear time spreads before
souls departed to feel the
essence of your love in
the tides embrace distance
an absent obstacle. . .
In my solitude, this is heaven.
My dearest, see now how the sun kisses
the ashes of your soul that swim through
the days tide that ebbs and flows searching for home. Alas, you are home,
paradise to an eternal soul, I touch my
fingers to the calm motion of your love
and for a moment I feel your touch. You crossed dimensions to stand at my side,
traversed the oceans on a waning moon to feel the essence of my soul and with every falling ebb I whisper to the far of waves, I miss you. . . for who now will hear of my secrets, who now will understand the macabre laughter of my soul and who now will tell me how to love and just when I think I am alone the tide once more, kisses the shore.
There are oceans between us
to large to comprehend,
Your sun sets as mine begins to rise
and rises as it sets before my eyes.
Eternity is written in those warming
skies, as Shepard’s all decree their delight at this divinely sent sight.
I watch the ticking clock
For no man time will stop
With each tick I am lost
searching for you in every tock.
The ocean kisses my soul
Caresses my soles
in tender thoughts of a lovers role
collecting the last pieces of my
heart you stole,
Such a vast space, yet I feel so whole
and I wonder do you know.
And still time slips through the veil
of glass, grain upon memory they sail
through intimate atoms, no fail,
treading barefoot through a destined trail.
For a brief moment we share time
in a timeless loop of yours and mine.
Darkness shrouds us in our minds
as the last whispers of pink turn to shrine
and our souls traverse till they find
eyes of love from a soul of their kind
And for a brief moment we share time.
I am love. Liberate me from these past chains and I am the essence of love, the Eros of ancient Greece, the Roman Cupid, I am the epitome of love caged within a shell of disdain. Free me. Please. I am love, I am words spoken too fast, distracted thoughts, random smiles inappropriately dispersing the grey, I am the I love you’s, told time and time… For any moment can be our last, I am love, let me be love let me become the Intense fluttering of a dragonfly empowered to fly the skies, protected as I dance between atoms, a sprite teasing the sun beams. I am love, *flourishing* when loved, an *inferno of heat* , I am love, look closer it is love that curves my lips, it is love sparkling in my eyes, it is love that carries my laughter… It is love that lifts my wings, to be and to love, to love, to love freely, wholly, intensely in the abandoned hues of tomorrow between the silent beats of contentment. I am love, liberate me, please, my wings are clipped, this cage suffocating, I was love, this mist drowns me, I was love, this cage kills me. I was love… I am love, I am love, I am love. Free me, please.