Like two bleeding suns,My palms were crushedUnder the weight of your heavy formThat dropped from the bleak monochrome.I saw what would have shocked me,Were I not already knowing it. Your form is inescapable,Like a palette to an artist,He wields it like a shield,While his eyes…
There it is said, within science, that “outer space” has no direction of up, down, left, or right. It must be that oxygen, or rather, the wind, has no existence in outer space. In comparison to the direction of leadership, here we have, upon Earth,…
“The wind acts as change, when it leads a person into a direction, though is pushing at our backs. Love acts as improvement, being the emotion that pulls us upwards, and is before us. Change pushes, whereas improvement pulls, and it will not be that…
“The risky choice compels a person towards improvement, whereas to liken itself to the wind, a ‘change’ sets apart the improvement that soars to highness, from randomness. That is, any choice made that was a risk to make, will create improvement, by furthering a person…
My love, my wine,I am drunk upon your eyes.Wind sweeps me aboard a vessel,And I am sailing on Bacchus’s temple,Where sweat pours as radiant as blood,When beneath the hovering sun. What wills me to land a kissBefore I land ashore? What wills me to never…
What had been lifted,Is now fallenUpon the fields where there used to sprout yellow,And now only sprouts the red of shame.What was once golden in the light of companionshipIs now a feeble mess of disgrace. We had dancedBeneath the whip of survival.Sought to kiss, beyond…
“Do not believe yourself fearless, when fear is required for bravery to have a purpose. For when the battering ram hits the wall, it sustains damage, too. At the same time, for whatever issue in our own lives we tackle, we, as well, sustain the…
“When a man confesses his love to a woman, he is being honest to her. When a woman confesses her love to a man, she is being honest to herself. For a man can only ever pay any attention to what should be paid attention…
The long path of success does not turn. It does not empathize. To walk straight, and never catch a glimpse of those suffering, is the time when we are ignoring those who plea. A child. One lonely child, is here to be ignored. It is…
My hands wet with the dewThat has crossed my eyelids,And dropped with graceUpon the flesh of my palms,As I fell to my knees. I bleed wine, from my wrists,And bleed the sea, from my eyes.And, bitterness encompasses both. Late when the feeling comes to subside,Under…
