Biography of Nicholas Rahming
Nicholas Rahming Poems
Burning bright. Engulfed by flames, Blue orange purple hues, That set fire to my soul.
The injured eagle soars on an alabaster wing The wounded humpback does not sing The choir of summer birds have ceased to resound. And the sinister forces have finally won.
I've been to the edge of the earth Haven't we all? Heaven's what it's called That old sacred place of our birth
What is this meaning that i have been hearing The meaning of life in its wonders The sea bubbles over There seems to be no end
My Love For You
I love you more than words can say You're loved more now than yesterday Each day goes by and my love grows I pray that to you that my love shows
Kiss Of The Sun
I was there when the sun kissed the sea, When the tide wrapped his arms all around her, When in his blanket on the warm brown sand, I saw the sun grasp her, both each, hand in hand
Bound by chains, In an open world They hold me back And I withstand the rains,
My Own Way
I step across the crossing Over the blacks and white I look beyond the shades of gray In search of a more colorful sight,
Death And You
Let death take you when she comes, Let her warmth cover you,
Tamarind Kind Of Love
Love is a tamarind. Sometimes sweet Sometimes sour
I love you and you love me. I will always do and you have always too. There is nothing more everlasting Nothing more deep
You feed me oil and I continue to burn bright You blow me out, and choose to taste the night You stumble your way across my path
Head first, I bowled into a brick well My lungs ruptured as I plummeted beneath my own wake I had been digging a grave, now my personal cell I cant make it out on my own, this is hell.
I've been to the edge of the earth
Haven't we all? Heaven's what it's called
That old sacred place of our birth
No clouds were above me
Nor land was beneath me.
The winds were an unknown crowd
But the tides were my carpet