Shattered innocence becomes the blood of vengeance.
Ruthless utterances long to escape the long held silence.
The days of mercy wane for hidden monsters;
The infliction of pain at their hands, will never be forgotten.
They will stand in the congregation of their victims,
And give an accounting.
Gleeful hearts will savor the hour of their sentencing;
Justice will be immediate; there will be no pardon.
Pleas for leniency will fall on deaf ears,
Because of the walls that wept, the screams, the torment,
And the children’s tears.
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On that night she said to me, if it should come for me, remember me, not through an overthought eulogy, or even your last moments with me, but instead, me kissing you, and you holding me tightly, without fear, right before our transcendence of ecstasy; and in my grave concern, I made several inquiries as to what could ever take her away from me, and her only words were, promise me. But I cried incessantly, and in my weeping, she comforted me, touching me warmly, as her hair fell and brushed against me; and I held her, and kissed her, and with her body in my embrace, I talked to her lovingly, and said, baby, whatever it may be that comes for you, will also have to come for me.
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Fall trees finally shed all of their leaves,
Vastly displaying their unabashed nakedness;
What was once a settling rustling, now marks a strange silence.
Branches move to and fro as if they were marionettes;
The winds blow and cause them to dance,
Like a ballerina adorned with a diamond tiara, in beautiful snowfall,
Under a midwinter’s trance.
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If I could, I would catch your tears in the wind
and hold them, and make your pain my pain,
willingly accepting your burdens;
And in my love for you, I will embrace them,
hoping in time the strength of my spirit will erase them;
But if all else fails, I will forever carry them,
kissing and holding you tearfully
thankful to see you smile again;
And at my end, I will be lifted up into the heavens,
and the deep scarring of my heart
will finally mend. -
White lace falls gracefully over the sensual contours of your body, like snowfalls that blanket the deepest Swiss valleys lovingly. Softly, you speak to me beautifully; it is much more than physically that you touch me. It was the first time I saw you, that my soul whispered to me, She is your destiny. I love you, with the deepest sincerity. In me, you will find tranquility, intense emotions of passion, protection, and stability. I marvel at your beauty, as you take your hair down, slowly. Highlighted black waterfalls flow over me. Our love, is an ethereal transcendency. In the throes of passion you hold onto me; I please you, eagerly. I sing to you the utterances of my heart, on a beautiful winter’s night, holding you tightly.
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Tears of torment drench heavy curtains.
The sorrowful wail to release the pain and stem the damage.
Agony is devastating, with no ending,
and is not remembered in its origins;
the stumbling of the listless and incoherent whispers,
pierce the stagnant silence at 4 AM.
The soul is stained with the dark dye of pain;
in a long drought of happiness, they pray for rain.
Too often, their signatures are incomplete letters
on white paper, soaked with bloodstains.
Epitaphs of the heart are written,
then rewritten, again and again.
Darkness refuses to leave;
With constant tightness of the chest
and in labored breaths, they breathe.
There is no understanding after abandonment —
so for themselves they grieve.
Desolation shatters utterly, leading to unceasing tears
that fall on worn rosaries.
Old men with grey beards
and elderly women with long silver hair,
weep for the young
who lie in boxes motionless,
in silent beauty.
Words of the anguished are spoken,
hoping that the angels will hear them.
Still, they pray for solace,
and a new awakening. -
On that evening we kissed
And found sweet release in
each other’s arms;
In the twilight,
we exchanged stories of pain
and bravely displayed our scars.
And under a full moon
and beautiful stars,
the wind caressed Linden trees
with a light breeze,
and I loved you under the ambience
of rustling leaves;
We released tears
that we had long to grieve,
and you saw something
beautiful in me,
that others could never see. -
In the final unveiling,
she disrobed
and displayed her scars;
looking into the mirror,
she wept one last time
before letting go,
and she loved herself again —
disregarding their hurtful words
and disparaging whisperings.
She turned to the side
and let her hair fall.
Moving in slow sensuality
and graceful beauty,
she danced,
blowing kisses to the stars;
the bright lights
casting the shadow of
a diamond
against the wall. -
I think about you and I —
But he holds your heart,
So in my desire for you, I fantasize.
In unfettered pleasure
And beautiful intimacy,
We transcended space and time.
Between off white and purple silks,
Our connection was divine.
I kissed you passionately,
While the stars wrote
Our story in the skies;
I pleased you unselfishly
looking intently into your eyes.
I gave of myself uninhibitedly,
In loving vulnerability;
It was tears of joy I cried.
Through sensual whispers
I confessed that I was yours,
and that you were mine.
You were my life;
You were my love,
Leaving all else behind.
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The darkness encroaches and renders listless.
After the tears — come the desolate silence,
The shattering of the once vibrant soul,
And the scattered remnants.
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