The ReaperOpulent, gilded; bewitching is he,The man who enraptures; ensnares you with fear,Though he glides in on mystery, shadows and tears,He sees all that you are and all you will be.Taking moments to shatter all preconceived thoughts,Notions of freedom, of hope and of joy,Are stolen and desecrated just to destroy,Your love of the world as in darkness you're caught.As you fight for redemption from constant temptation,His will shall define you, and hold you until,A soullessness reaps you, delivers you still,Left a crevasse of nothingness, decomposition.
SpaceSpace is all but relative,And love can be a joke,Yet nothing comes when we can't feel,And if we never spoke.A lifetime built on misjudged moments,Taken without pause,Can breed a mountain of resentment,Without a needful cause.And while the death of wriggling pain,That fights to find an answer,Takes that which we built a hope,It makes a fearsome master.A guess, an estimation brought,Amongst the writhing darkness,Helps to quell contempt; hate!That's built from bitterness.Callous, cold and frigid fears,That sneer and rob of joy,May laugh at how I live my life,And methods I employ.But do they know of innocence?Of bravery? Of power?Or is it only logic's house,In which they choose to cower?Does life revolve with planets turn,A calm and peaceful motion,Or is it dirty, painful - raw,A cyclic strong emotion.I love and that is all I feel,That I can be right now,Yet how can I move past this pain,When my heart cannot allow.All I know is I let go,Of all I fear and ca
CourageIt is courage to feel,For in feeling we are vulnerable,We dwell in a world of colour; lifeAn experience of spontaneous predicaments.It is cowardice thus to numb thyself,Nullify all feelings,So you know only grays, blacks and whites,An existence built upon nothing but fear.Yet with your ice I feel like I am worthless,A mere pawn, nuisance and child,For the emotions that course and carry me through.Each day I seem to fail at being your equal.Perhaps it has taken you a while to appreciate,That financially I am free,How I am no longer your burden, your personal grievance,No longer here to be your doormat.I have loved and I have lost,Yet would I have rather not loved?Nay love is what we celebrate!We exist to be one with others - to co-exist!To depend, rely and risk all for others,In sickness and in health; richer or poorer.You may believe that I am pathetic and weak,But know this:At least I have the capacity to feel more than minutely.I create warmth and joy and bri
Fire and IceInfernal fires; molten corruption,The lava of moments past.Charring restraints and liquifying chainsUnlocking poisons that rampage within.Love unconditional; devotion clear,Cast amidst the shadows.Left frozen in a crystalline web of liesDespair and loneliness becoming unseemly bedfriends.Connections discarded; tossed aside,As refuse on abandoned sidewalks.Control eludes in this shifting paradoxOf love, fury and unrelenting torment.How does one hold close the poisonWhen they've nursed more wounds than can be counted?Thoughts stilled and memories quenched in love,Storm through with hatred and anguish.The one whom I love the most, is the very one I want to hurt.
Your Desolate WonderlandThe rage at the numbness and chill that are wrought,From the silence and distance that dwells in the deep,Sterility casting the warmth from my person as,Everything - nothing has fallen away.A great celebration heralds rejoicing,As those who were separate are together as one,And time slips like sand though the cracks in our hands,As each memory building is etched in our hearts.Yet leaving; returning to a life that inspires you,With abundance that bathes you in heavenly light,Reveals not a glow but a cold situation,Full of ice, full of whispers, full of absence and stone.What to do when the love that you cherished is stifled,Choking on nothing but weaknesses; fears!Who creates all the rules that say love is not worthy?That we all should be hiding and living in shells.I believe in the power that love and light hold,The courage that brings about joining of souls,You can't say that hiding in shadows and demons,Will ever replace the pure union of being.So create now your
Torn-adoThe cycle of fury, pain and destructionIts swirling currents ripping; twistingCatching lies and the truth alike.It rents deeply; stealing away with passion - love,Leaving behind a desolate landWith nothing but shadows and dancing regretsTo witness their passing.Just as fire burns all that came before,So too will this heartbreak clear,Tilling and enriching soil which otherwiseWould never be lain bare.