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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, March 25, 2013, 2:53:59 AM- unseen | ||||||
Words are truly an enigmatic thing, in the words I write, souls ache, hope sings. I see pain and hope without season. I paint a canvas broad for a specific reason. My heart sees the words that miss the page, words of longing, of trust, of hope, and rage. My words have meaning, I know this much to be true, but the true meaning is what they mean to you. I sometimes wonder, what do you find, in this momentary glimpse inside my heart and mind. I wish I could see, what all these words truly mean. To gaze into you and find a portrait unseen. | ||||||
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| Monday, March 25, 2013, 12:52:07 AM- Sins atoned | ||||||
Safe when I am all alone? Emptiness replaces The once loving faces For whose sins did I atone? An easy task all alone? With end to good graces Recall old embraces For whose sins did I atone? Nothing in all alone? Lights run round in traces Sketching out those places For whose sins did I atone? Stand in a crowd, be alone See the truth is replaced Another's sins erased For whose sins did I atone? Find my light beyond alone Your sins I will outpace Find true heart and give chase For your sins I did atone. Leave me and my dreams alone Your sins I have atoned Wash your hands carry on My time served and I am gone. | ||||||
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| Monday, March 25, 2013, 12:09:10 AM- Vanishing point | ||||||
Kiss me quick I am fading here Held me tight Yet disappear Say hello An end is near All undone Save one last tear Life is this I know and fear Kiss me quick I'm fading here | ||||||
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| Saturday, March 23, 2013, 8:15:43 PM- Dead man's hand | ||||||
Aces over eights A dead mans hand Final ending date One man's last stand The cards are all dealt Game at an end A loss to be felt Never again The game now over One last good night Goodbye sweet lover I'm out of light | ||||||
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| Saturday, March 23, 2013, 5:25:10 PM- Here is my heart | ||||||
Here is my heart Such as it is Beating for you With one simple kiss Here in these arms Longing for you Come to this heart Let's make dreams come true Can we find the answers In loves lullaby? Will we see the ending If we never try? Will this bring an ending To life's lonely night? Can we find forever As hearts take flight? Here is my heart It beats for you Light of my life I love, love you. | ||||||
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| Saturday, March 23, 2013, 9:49:51 AM- Not you | ||||||
For salvation and hope concessions made In your own mind gone mad a price is paid Chained to another's vision another's dreams Lost will to their decision lies bought, soul screams Lies told often enough truth they become Unable to see through you are undone Fight against the night run to the day Dock in safe harbor find truth and stay Take a breath, relax it is not true those images seen they are not you | ||||||
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| Saturday, March 23, 2013, 12:24:39 AM- Contradiction | ||||||
I'm not a lunatic, a fake, or a fraud. I am however something uniquely odd. I am the culprit in crimes never committed. I am intelligent but extremely dim witted. I am protagonist and antagonist in the only story I resist telling. I can hear a whisper but not the yelling. I am simply unforgettable and forgotten in a moment. I have all the pieces but I'm missing components. I am nearly blind but I see clearly. I am loathed by some who love me dearly. I am a tall man who is short inside. I am out in front so I can hide. I am afraid of the dark but live in the night. I am a blessing and a blight. I am infinitely serious and eternally silly. I am a warm heart with a soul that is chilly. I am an ugly man with a pretty face. I am a fluid contradiction who is frozen in place. | ||||||
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| Friday, March 22, 2013, 9:58:54 AM- Good morning beautiful | ||||||
I hope you slept well. I can't help wishing that I could fill your dreams, that I could be even some small part of your world. Open those lovely eyes it is time to face the world. I am here if you choose to not face it alone. Good morning beautiful. | ||||||
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| Thursday, March 21, 2013, 9:46:33 PM- Can a heart truly be broken? | ||||||
I wonder. I know it can be hurt. A real hurt beyond mental and emotional comprehension. Many of my attempts on myself were based on that sort of pain. I believed them then to be heartbreak, but I have found myself loving, and loving more fully with each 'break.' Maybe my breaks were just another unspeakable pain. A deep soul searing ache. A pain that I am not eager to see again, but was my heart truly broken, or just in pain because I failed to find that real love. The love that I've seen, the love that I search for, is not a love capable of breaking, so if I am lucky enough to find it, then heartbreak would not be possible. Maybe I'm just a dreamer, but I would like to believe that my heart isn't broken, but instead it is just looking for the right set of hands. | ||||||
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| Thursday, March 21, 2013, 8:11:29 PM- Just once | ||||||
If I could touch you, just once I could whisk you away, to show you an escape of ecstasy. Carry you to the vistas, where together we can explore. That one perfect moment that dream so pure. If I could touch you, just once I could let you hear the songs, of a heart that beats, just for you. Carry you to my souls dreams of life, love, and forever more. That one perfect moment that dream so pure. If I could touch you, just once. I would long to touch you again, reaching for that dream, praying that it never end. | ||||||
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