Beyond the time to whichWe’ve found it needed to feel,I seem bold enough to love you,In all that has come upon you.There are tragedies so uncertain,And fates so entwined,That I feel a simple need, or simple pleasure,In kissing you, with all kisses never offered. What…
Too many damnable kisses,Brought thorns to make me bleed,And the face that holds a rose,Between two lips colored by cherry.A sweetness mingles over your form,And all I feel is the seduction. I dart with disarray against your eyes,Those that show glare against mine,Great beauty of…
I am in your arms,With lashes numbered sevenFor each of those studious eyes.Like the beauty made mother,Blessed to be another.You have fires roaring within,And elegance soaring out.Here’s my heart for you,For your kiss, and your shining eyes,The most a stare can behold. I am the…
“In contrast to love, there is business and discussion. There is explanation and subtlety, among all things related to dishonesty. Ask a question to expect honesty, and if an explanation is offered, a lie has been offered. All things related to ‘the deal’ are related…
Poem #1 Thy Pleasing Fetish Feel thy current calling,Between the motioning legs,Crawling upwards,To see the sun and its eyes,To hear the moon for its cries,Love has been the blessing,Though, lust has been the waveOf kisses for our mouths. I feel the smoothness, of fruit,Of orbs…
Come decked in ivory,Blessed face of old beauty.I am beside you, in chair of wood,To and fro, it motions with the pull and push,Of this arid wind.Love has made it clear,To feed us the wine of it.Redness is but a color of my blood,And yet,…
Romance has bequeathed us,With idealist temperament,Our auras are there to transfixThemselves, upon the Earth’s emptiness.I see you, with face so full of forgiveness,And no more, but the treasure bespoken. I was the giant,The man who smashedThe many insects at my feet.I am but the insect,…
Q: What strikes your pity to be so prominent? A: It is because whenever I see a person aiming to engage in Journalism, I see no more than the smile of insanity or excitement. Logic is never in the equation of Journalism, nor in its…
Where have graces taken thee,When you shielded before fate and misery?You play with the night,Like a bouquet of roses,Sniffed by children, and eaten by cats. Believe me, in my woe,You are the doomed harlot,The failed woman of many curses.Among that god between your legs,There are…
There are to those, whose face shines among,Upon ivory canvases.Though, yours that faces itself,Upon the stark white shape,Is there for my smears,My kisses.My foiled becoming,Is for you to breathe,As your lips remain idle.It is due to me,I have painted a scene,A sight of a face,…
