I turn my head so you don’t see my tears.
When I needed you, you weren’t there—
But still my hearts loves you; still I am a fool for you;
Release my heart from this bondage of imprudent love;
Let me find another and fall into her embrace,
Kissing her passionately and gently touching her face.
Let me shed tears of joy with her and love her without apprehension.
Let my aura embrace her, and let my spirit tell her
That my heart longs for her with sweet surrender.
Release me I say, and let me live without you;
Poison from sweet lips are so often spoken;
The contours of your face are beautiful,
And the length and softness of your hair are undeniable,
Yet my heart is broken.
I am tormented by my own heart with unreasonable yearning.
Your taste is sweet, but the bitterness of your treachery
Lingers in the intestines; I can tolerate you no more
Without the withering of my soul;
I can entertain you no longer my love.
Reject my heart bitterly with fierce words that sting utterly,
So it can long for you no more and return to me.
Erase the love I have for you and extirpate my emotions mercifully;
Send my heart away with the lacerations of deep hurt
So the scars can be a testament of my foolish desire.
Let me greatly lament in my time of weeping
So the coldness of my heart can be turned against you forever.
Do not indulge my silliness when I call your name in my slumber;
Reason with me fairly, and release me gently
Like a paper sailboat on a winding river.
Let me go and draw sweet tasting waters
From the deepness of another well;
Let me abide in heaven and escape the harrow of hell.
Tell me plainly you do not love me.
Tell me that you have found another better,
And that you have fallen in love.
Give my heart no hope, nor indulge my wayward emotions in any way;
Act harshly towards me, and vigorously push me away.
Cause my heart to hate you without consternation.
Allow me to finally find my angel.
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Their petty criticisms will not move me;
Their biased assessments will not disturb me;
Their hypocritical rhetoric will not cause
me to lose sleep;Their mockeries will not stop me;
Their bullshit theories I will wholly reject;
The fear in their eyes on the advent
of their timely demise, I will laugh at;The memory of them will be short lived
in the purgatory of insignificance;The story of their names will be cutoff in mid-sentence;
They will be forever bound in the hell of irrelevance;
The children will not whisper their names in reverence;
Their fame will fade, and their lives will
be burned in the flames of obscurity;Their lofty titles will be wiped out,
and their names will be the subject of mockery;They will be reviled even unto the third and fourth generations;
They will leave no legacy behind;
The pain that they inflicted will not be forgiven;
The stories of their treachery will live on
and never die;There will be no tenderness given
The poetry of their victims will have no
refrains of love written about them;They will fade away like ashes in the wind.
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Unsolicited dreams stalk my slumber.
The remnants of you linger;
More and more, I attempt to purge myself of you,
But you cling to me like permanent viscous residue.
If only one night I could rest without the
Unabating taste of you;
The breath of you, like the fragrance of white gardenias—
I inhale eagerly, and in my in-breathe
I hold my breath so I can absorb
The depths of you within me.
In my room I find myself emotional,
And the tears stream endlessly.
Against my wishes my heart craves you
And stubbornly refuses to mend;
In another futile attempt, I withdraw
And try to cleanse you from my system again.
My anger is kindled against my own aura.There must be an ending to this purgatory of uncertainty.
Do you still love me or do you hate me utterly?
The constant conflict within me
Is the fire of my insanity;
An answer must be given,
For my soul tires—and my heart wilts
Like the dark petals of unwatered flowers.
Detesting the memories of you,
But then secretly hoping for another dream,
I find myself in the torture of the grey in-between.
You are my love and my concupiscence;
You are my agony and my misery.
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Night breezes sooth restless trees;
Butterflies sleep in an array of colorful wings.
In anticipation of the light of the dawning,
Songbirds sing. -
When I couldn’t love, you loved me.
When I couldn’t see, you guided me.
When I couldn’t hear,
Still, you whispered to me lovingly.
When I was cold,
In your rapture you embraced me.
In the throes of death, you revived me.
When I slept, you kissed me;
When I reached for you, you held me.
When I was listless, you willingly
Rendered to me your energy.
When I was misunderstood,
You listened to me patiently.
When they ridiculed me,
You explored the depths of me;
When the fires of hell scorched me,
You quenched me, and wrapped me
In the white wings of your glory.
If we were few and they were many,
Still, you would go to war with me fearlessly.
In battle you exhibit your ferocity,
while still retaining your femininity;
I love you;
If they were to come for you,
They would have to first face me;
And with my own blood upon me,
I would whisper to you in dying breaths,
Baby, slay them faithfully.
I marvel at your beauty;
I see you through loving eyes,
And touch you with the sincerity
Of the blood that flows within me.
You were there; You were there for me
After the treachery of my own family.
I was alone in the wilderness of desolation,
And you sent for me.
Void of feelings, you revived me
With the healing of your sensuality.
I render to you all that I am,
And all that I have eternally. -
Willows weep
Night breeze rustles summer leaves
Quiet rivers sleep -
The ecstasy of you
Are midnight whispers
And Beautiful laughter
In late summer.
Broken I came to you;
The remnants of my soul,
You collected patiently
And made whole.
I love you sincerely;
The scent of your essence
And the lingering of your aura
Move me.
Stay with me.
Passionately,
I inhale you, slowly. -
Blood in battle;
The wailing of men in agony;
A king’s sword with the blood of his enemies;
Men of war with many great victories;
Relics and precious jewelry handed down through the centuries;
The vastness of halls with fire against walls;
A gorgeous queen in all her glory;
Men of great inventions,
And scribes who write your story.
Subjects who swear their loyalty;
The overindulgence; the feasting;
The splendor of royalty.
The conquering of kingdoms,
And the taking of lands;
The spoils of war;
The world in jeweled hands.
The jealousy;
The betrayal;
The waywardness of daughters,
And sons who are ungrateful.
The continued poisoning of meat;
The drunkenness of a disconsolate king in his seat;
The emaciation of the once mighty;
The thinness;
The gauntness;
The sickness.
In his own kin, the eyes of treachery.
The discovery of dark ambition, inadvertently.
To live, he must now kill his enemy;
By the light of the morning,
A first born son will be no more.
The decision of a king;
The falling of a legacy.
The cold, discolored skin;
The heaviness of the heart of a king.
The silence of death;
The agony.
The torment of finality.
The renting of kingly robes;
The heavy head of a king on his throne;
The canker;
The weeping.
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That I would awake you at 4 am
Just to touch you and breathe again;
That I would hold you lovingly
And kiss you like the world was
sixty seconds from its end.
That I would revere you
Like a precious relic long preserved
And unblemished.
That I would whisper to you
Beautiful words from my heart
That are true and pure;
That I would look into your eyes
And tell you it is you that I adore.
That I would run my fingers through you hair
and marvel at the gorgeous creation that you are;
That I would inhale you in last breaths
And proclaim my undying love
Even in the throes of death.
That I would take a piece of you with me
Until we are again united in empyrean glory.
That archangels in the vast heavens
With golden pens in giant books,
Would write our story.
That I would never be afraid to
Tell you that I need you, and can’t live without you;
That I would tell you I love you,
And you say, I love you too.
That even the shadow of your contour against the wall
Would cause the earth to quake
And the skies to fall.
That I would bask in the healing light of your aura;
That your ethereal nature would be sensed
Even in your whispers. -
A small black butterfly crossed my path.
I stopped in front of her so she could pass.
On her journey, she came to rest at last,
On a lone willow tree that wept over tall grass,
By a mighty river with water that runs fast;
On the willow tree she moved her wings gracefully,
Like a seasoned ballerina whose performances are legendary.
From a distance, I admired her beauty,
Then she took off suddenly
And flew over the river beautifully.
Safe travels on your journey black beauty;
Butterfly, I hope you remember me.
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