Sunday, November 1, 2009

War on the heavens

Green-blue flames lick the ashes of time


Beautiful ashes, eye-died surprise


Sulphur waters in arsenic lands


Deadly, fumigating sands


Blue skinned warriors ride the land


Their joyous maidens, hand in hand


Skies asunder, heavens cry


To defeat the truth, they all try


Her Beauty

Her beauty's like a drug

I can't think clear

Oh... To have her

So tantalizingly near

Her clear eyes,

Her swift smile

Oh... stay, if only for a while

But she cannot feel

She cannot heal

For the wound shows not

It’s inside that i choose to rot

But ah... tantalizing her smile

My delicate beauty...

Stay awhile.

Softly

Softly she treads

Rhythmic patterns in my mind

Gently she tiptoes past my dream

In her gentle silence, bliss I find


Softly she glances

Her dark, liquid eyes

Misty long lashes

Stirring in bewildered surprise


Softly she smiles

And I die a thousand deaths

Quiet and unassuming

Rosy, blooming flower beds


Soft is her demeanor, hard though be her heart

Soft and gentle the poison of love, shooting within from the dart

For her

The oceans in her eyes


The dark, soft wisdom


Surprise


The flower soft


Gentle her smile


Beautiful face


Beguile


Mine she will never be


Since her in pain i can't see


So I shall let it be


If it eats me up inside


So shall it be


I don't think I'll ever ask again - why me?