Category: Poetry/Prose

A walk

In the spring cold, the sun was sinking into gentle mountian arms and the moon was smiling upon a lone woman silently walking waiting to hear sweet afton’s gentle song, see the trees secret dance to the winds dulcide tune. She patiently waits for twilights magic to fall upon the land so she could slip Read More

Danu

I am the tender voice calling “Away,” Whispering between the beatings of the heart And inaccessible in dewy eyes I dwell, on all unkissed and lovely lips Lingering between white breasts inviolate And fleeting ever from the passionate touch I shine afar, till men may not divine Whether it is the stars or the beloved Read More

promise

Holding you close to my heart. I’ll protect you, just as you protect me. With blood and heart, with tears and whispers, I am your shield, your sword and voice. Let my love protect you now, let it strengthen tired muscles and awaken a weary mind. My soft voice will carry across the distance my Read More

For you my love

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light Read More

Power

With this weapon of mass creation, this crimson blood is alive with virtuosity. The fire of life races through my viens. This inspiration shines through my eyes burning these simple pages with the emotions of a thousand ages. The myth of calmness and serenity is quickly dispersed in a stroke from this deadly sword. It Read More

We set eachother Free

i’m tripping into the future, with a guitar accompianment. Swirling and bouncing in a joyous memories with a touch of sadness, with this reflection of the sky in my eyes and that unknown past of mine. there is nothing in my mind that wasn’t processed through my heart. the smile on my face is reminisant Read More

i have a lot to say…but my Paint of Expression i…

i have a lot to say…but my Paint of Expression is dry. it has been too long since i have picked up these brushes and got to work on the masterpeice and life work that is my true expression…on the portrait that is of my soul expressing itself in godlike wonder. too long has the Read More

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