...My Only Need Hope Is,
As Tumbling Towards Earth…
Some Will see Yesterday as Well.
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I felt the flowering mirage of your longing…
It was then…when we were about the Sea.
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Bella
Mon véritable ami... mots ne sont pas raconter l'histoire de l'endroit où nous avons voyagé ensemble. De même, ils expriment les sentiments d'émerveillement, nous avons trouvé... et continuera à trouver le long de la route de la vie. Paix et amour éternel.
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How does one begin to explain their feelings of un-imaginable joy and happiness with words. Sometimes with echoes of thought's...and subtle fears...and sometimes with paper and pen. Perhaps an impossible task. I dare to attempt to complete this most arduous journey of interpreting my most cherished thoughts and inner feelings by entering into our realm of love and security...of passion...and never ending dreams. I fire a room full of candles...to highlight the parchment...that I have borrowed from Eros, The God Of Love. I begin to express, and form my Love in Words in the most eloquent, pleasing and antique form of calligraphy known to man...my desire...and love for you. Next...comes an opening in my vein...to allow the blood...the passion...the reality of the importance of this most precious 'ink' that is necessary…for this most humble journey of words that I must express to you...to impress upon you my Darling... This Love that has Exploded into my world since you have graced my eyes...my thoughts...my senses...I am humble...and I bow in your presence...I bow...with eyes shatteringly wide open…in this most haunting candlelight.
Receptive to your memory as an Essence about me...I begin to write...as the quill of my Pen brushes my face...it reminds me that this is not a dream...but only a soft…feathery reminder of You...your touch...awakens my soul... I begin...to allow the marriage of pen to paper...
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I Stared straight up at the Cool SummerMoon and Stars…
Laying Flat in that…
Frequent Field of Dark Warm Pansies...
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As I stretched out my fingers,
And there was the Tear that I Made.
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You Say You’d Come Tuesday…
That’s all that I wanted to Know,
Well Yesterday’s Just another Day...Tomorrow Now,
The Candles I lit…Flambeau…
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If I was Alive I’d Love You and Stop Faking I’m Dead
If I was Afraid I’d Find something Fake Like Jesus
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I Met my Shadow Yesterday…Maybe but a Dream…
We Reminisced… Out Loud… In Total Silence.
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An Angel Falls
...My Only Need Hope Is,
As Tumbling Towards Earth…
Some Will see Yesterday as Well.
Broken Wings, Alas…
My Wingless Soul…Free Falls,
From the Depths of Endless Wells
In Un-Ethereal Fashion.
Towards Lands Unknown. Un-Wanted.
Our Answers May be Lost Forever.
Near and Far and Wrong,
My Last Breath as A Sentinel,
I Breathe in Your Qualms.
I Seek Answers,
From the Sky I Fall,
Terse Questions,
In My Minds Eye, The Heavens.
Through Thunderheads,
I Fall… Seething,
Our Myriad of Wishes, un-Quenched,
I Reflect…Loveless…Hopeless.
Disillusioned As Lightning.
A Fallen Angel I Shall Not Be,
I scratch At the Sky as I descend.
Your Wishes are My Memories
As my Wings
Pay Homage to Hell.