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Heart of a poet, mind of a pervert. God grant me the serenity to change things I cannot accept, the courage to kill things I cannot change, and the wisdom find where the sneaky fucks hide.
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| Monday, September 23, 2013, 10:45:34 PM- White skirt | ||||||
The flutter of a pale fabric on a cool summer breeze, as hypnotic white waves encircle heavenly form. Large dark eyes, captivated with each gentle curl, paint a million soft scenes for the fabric's flowing dance. Oh how jealous fingers ache, as they long to be those tiny delicate caresses over soft skin. How I long to walk with you on a summer's day, just two in a summer breeze. | ||||||
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| Saturday, September 21, 2013, 6:40:12 AM- Let me see | ||||||
My eyes enrapt in your beauty. So many wonderful warm welcoming visions thrill my being as your eyes meet mine. Engulfed in an unsurpassable warmth, I could not imagine a more perfect sensation. Heaven in a glance. Nothing more perfect. Nothing more right. Until, in a soft magical caress, my eyes close. In this delicate kiss, my eyes find a truth that light could never reveal. In one closed eyed moment I see more than I have in a lifetime. | ||||||
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| Friday, September 20, 2013, 9:08:48 PM- Empty majesty | ||||||
Here in nature's majesty, with flowing songs, and delicate hues. Empty space is all I see, in these lone sighs, and sad empty views. When you are not here with me, this is all just empty majesty. | ||||||
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| Wednesday, September 18, 2013, 3:56:04 AM- If | ||||||
If I could weave you a lush tapestry of words brushing the horizon and flowing over a soft sunrise, may I kiss your eyes with each delicate ray of light? | ||||||
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| Tuesday, September 10, 2013, 12:43:10 AM- How | ||||||
How is it a pain so severe vanishes when thoughts of you appear? Pain so real for so long, in an instant gone. A hope reborn and a will to carry on. A world awash in sorrow yet eyes fixed on the light. A long dark winding road searching for one night. One night where a light shines through darkness and the world is right. An embrace that brings peace to heart and mind. A night to just be. A night to find me. | ||||||
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| Sunday, September 8, 2013, 7:13:33 PM- | ||||||
Sitting in a storm watching the clouds almost fixed in place. In a world of grey my mind dreams of green. How long before the clouds part and I can see the longed for flash of green? The blue of the sky and the warm yellow rays of the sun are wonderful gifts, but it is always the green that signals an end to the storm. Let this storm blow, I will await my glorious green glimpse and the moment my heart can again sigh. | ||||||
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| Sunday, September 8, 2013, 4:46:20 AM- Dream | ||||||
A hand reaching out, fingertips trace the mountain's silhouette. A man's mind drifts, as the mountain's splendor fades, slowly replaced by another vision. A shapely silhouette lying along the horizon. Fingers curl almost in agony, aching to trace that form. Longing to be the million little kisses that race slowly along. To spend long hours in this simple caress, a dream oft visited. The initial setting changes, but the destination remains the same. A beautiful banquette awaiting longing fingertips. Hands enrapt in sensuous delight. | ||||||
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| Monday, September 2, 2013, 1:23:26 AM- | ||||||
One hand empty hallow and alone. Shadows play wicked games inside a lonely mind. Where is the light that burns away the grey? Where is the melody lifting tired eyes? Where have you gone precious wonder? When will this empty man be full again. | ||||||
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| Monday, August 26, 2013, 9:27:33 PM- | ||||||
Just in this moment with you lost forever in this embrace, who could ask for more than the joy I feel with you in these tired arms, safe, warm. To hold you close nothing more, just in this moment with the one I adore. | ||||||
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| Friday, August 23, 2013, 5:27:12 AM- Fallow ground | ||||||
A hard barren fallow land, a field long forgotten, torn asunder, and left untended. The land cries of a caring hand, but what use is barren ground. The heart can be such a place. Scared and empty, not worthy the tender's time. The strange irony is that with love and a caring hand, all of the scars of the past and seemingly endless rains of salty red drops can create a glorious rich field anew from the barren waste. | ||||||
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