After All This TimeI still think about you,When I'm alone at night.I still miss you,When you're gone from my sight.I still dream of you,Much more than you know.Why did you ever leave me?Why did you have to go?
I amI am part of the background.I am a faded memory.I am the silence full of sound.I am whatever you need me to be.I am what's lurking in the night.I am the dark inside your mind.I am the thing that makes you fight.I am the thing that makes you blind.I am the part of you that's true.I am the part that no one sees.I am part of the background.I am a faded memory.
I Love YouI love you.With every move,With every muscle,With every bone,With every thought,With every dream,With every nightmare,With every pain,With every joy,With every smile,With every tear,With every laugh,With every sob,With every gasp,With every moan,With every breath,With every kiss,With every drop of blood,I love you.
Her"I'll slip my hands beneath your dress,And rake my nails down your chest,"And as her nails split my skin,I shivered in delightful sin.Sometimes I miss her scornful lips,Her searing kiss, her perfect hips.How it felt with her beneath me,Her body trembling in ecstasy.With thoughts of her running through my head,It's so much colder here in bed.I could fill this empty space,But I could never forget her face...
Turn Towards MeThe light, it stung. She tried to run,But to where could she flee?The whispers rang throughout her head,And so she turned to me.I wrapped her up in my embrace,Quieting her fears.I brought my lips down to her face,Kissing away her tears.
GameI laugh because I know your game I've played that game, as wellIt starts out just heavenly But then turns into HellI learned my lesson, quit the game None of it was trueWhen will you see past the lie? It's only hurting you
ScarsThese scars I've made,Still bloody and new,They're my testimony,Now I won't forget you.
BleedI grasp the handle, Your face clouding my headCool metal against my skin, Your laugh resounding in my earsAs I drag the knife across, Your smile is all I seeThe blade piercing my flesh, See how you make me bleed?I should hate you with a passion, But the passions all I feelI never should have told you, And now the pain is all too real.
BeautifulA marble faceA blank expressionNo emotion Shes still beautifulA sullen frownA saddened gazeAs blue as the ocean Shes still beautifulShe says I'm wrongShe says Im blindShe has no idea that She's too beautifulIn her presenceI feel weakI feel lowI feel smallShe has no idea thatWhen she smilesThe world is so much more Beautiful
ContainersBy glass or by clayOn the surf of open dreamtWould quest in endless solitaryWherever the winds have sweptBy dark or by nightWith the stripes of light abreastReflections match their changeIn time to lay with buried bestBy wave or by calmLeft to stare with vision plainVeils of the stars could hideWhile slumber drift from ebbing veinBy clash or by castCrash with monstrous betrayOut amongst the arms to spanFlung a lost betoken awayBy whole or by someWith something gone to deepEyes cannot forgive their deedsAnd in the painful quiet weepBy rain or by breathsOf praying keel grant to its toneTo voyage on a lonely roadHold them up on broken bonesBy long or by foreverCome to find a field of wonderTo see the varied gatheringCurious sets of container
A Letter Written for My LoveLet me write this in a letter,For I can say it betterWhen the words that I writeAlways come out rightWhenever my fingers are readyAnd the words come out steady.So, here I spill the truthOf my fading youthFrom that little girl you knewAnd loved very dearly as we grewTogether and forever,Like we promised every day and ever.I can’t say it anymore simply:I love you wholeheartedly.You were different the day I met you.I could envision us together, something new,Although I was entangled with thornsOf poisonous roses upon Satan’s horns.Then did I escape his wrathTo fall onto a new path,Where we would find each otherAnd you would soon show me wonderIn the bright colors you knewDecades before I understood this one hue.I could expand this poemBy writing about the heavenly syndromeOf the colors and that hue,But, of course, I’d rather speak about youAnd how you managed to keep me sane,Easily washing away the pain.So, let me finish writingAnd
The Bull and Bear The Bull and Bear, by David Nicholas They say legends exist, yet none like this conceivedA bull and bear binged, at my bar one summer eveThe bull knocked back Sierras stronger than an oxWhile the bear had his “honey”, straight, on the rocksAs I poured their poison, I couldn’t help but noteThat this fearsome beast grew cocky and cutthroatShoved this Ussuri off his stool; no sense of remorseBragging with this distinct voice; both gruff and coarse“I’m the most ruthless and fiercest beast of allPicture of aggressive confidence; inclined to maulI’m the muscled marvel, the sublime steerSo fear me, furry freak, for you’re not my peer.”“Don’t test me, Toro; you’re not prepared for warI’ll gladly castrate you clean, spill guts on the floorMy claws will make you suffer, in ways myriadYour poise and muscle won’t save you, period.”“Two things come from Texas, they’re both
SenseDarkness stalks with impassioned gazeCoaxing sense, in sensuous hazeUndressing night, its shadow playsAlong shoreline curves, provoking waves
AutumnAutumnWritten by ChristheZoruaWinter may have its cold embraceSpring can jump into the seasonal blissSummer also has its warmthBut Autumn doesn’t even missWith the falling leaves and cool skiesAutumn doesn’t hold its criesFor when the people unite as oneAutumn knows to get the job donePeople may argue, “It’s Fall, not Autumn!”Those people are doubled and corrected as suchBut when the situation is glorified in a brace of mannerAutumn is a season that can really matter
CavalosUm cavalo é como a força dos trovões:De mil deuses com a fúria galopando,Vence o campo a relinchar o seu comandoSobre tudo o que preenche as amplidões.Um cavalo é tão real quanto os leõesQuando a crina relampeja ao sol brilhando,E o exemplo que recai por sobre o bandoÉ uma dádiva dos tempos anciões.Entretanto, não conferem tal respeitoAlguns homens que os creditam ao preceitoDo labor sem nem sentido e nem descanso…E, no entanto, estão eles tão errados;São confusos esses homens depravados,Que o cavalo é rei do campo, nunca manso!…
Sinful MusicYou gasp with needI cant refuseMy lips upon your skinThrough lust-filled breathsI hear your heartPounding deep withinI know this musicLoved it onceNow lets change the beatPleasure to painMoans to screamsThe sound deliciously sweet