Flame

I dreamt a dream

Of the perfect kiss

With desire in 

Your eyes

And fire upon

Your lips 

But as the sun 

Slowly rose

The flame began 

To fade

I was left

With nothing

But a stolen wish...

Heaven or Hell

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A maze made of desire
Fire smolders inside
Dance with me
Lets play in the flames
Our ashes can linger on the winds
Sprinkled with bits of levity
Soaring high to blacken the moon
Is it heaven or hell hiding in your eyes?
A promise of your lips
The sweet scent of your sin 
I'll receive the devil
Just give me a reason
With one heated kiss...

Piece by Piece

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Whispered promises

Perpetual dreams

Our heart's love is meant to conquer

Everything…

Yet something hides

Between what's yours and mine

A forgotten weakness

A crack or a chip left behind

Where the malicious in disguise

Slithers within

It tarnishes the mind

Putting a blemish on our soul

Piece by piece

Each sliver of doubt is driven home

Becoming a wedge

Dividing what once was

Solid gold…

Ask yourself, my heart

Have you willingly allowed it inside?

My Abyss

Loss pulses inside

Veins bled dry

Into a pool of darkness

In which I breathe

Nothing to define

The abyss

I'm trapped within

Scattering reasons

From unmoving lips

Still unheard

Misunderstood

An ache unparalleled

By pain

Or grief

A heart does not beat

Without understanding

With no peace

Loss cries meaningless

Inside my abyss

Your Grave

The man in the moon dances

Among shadowed graves

Guilty souls reach

From their supposed resting place

Harmonizing as one

Singing their stories

Climbing beyond the winds

A chorus of broken dreams

Regrets and half measures

Paltry attempts at love

Tales spun from tainted imaginings

Deceit speckled with loyalty

Do you recall their faces?

Can you evoke their names?

Once all is said and done

When your grave is dug

Will anyone recall your face?

Will anyone care to evoke your name?

I’m sure the souls will welcome your song

Endless Loop

Caught in an endless loop.

Having been told once that I cry too much.

Yet, I’ve heard that if you've lost something or someone that's important to you and you don't cry, then you're not mourning that loss properly, effectively.

When we cry, we mourn, we cleanse, and hopefully we begin to heal.

I do cry a lot, yes.

But, it's always because I’m mourning a loss of something important to me, or even that I sense that loss coming.

Sometimes I'm crying because I know that I'm about to lose something important to me and no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try to hold on, I will lose it anyway.

My heart intuitively knows that it’s already gone, and the grieving process begins long before the action happens.

A friendship is gone.

And now I cry, every day.

I'm mourning and I don’t want to let go.

Unbelievable misunderstanding.

So much confusion.

Promises made then destroyed.

Often my mind rolls over the reasons given. When they were spoken to me, each one felt like a knife plunging into my beating heart. Now when I recall them it’s as if that knife is still embedded in my flesh, and with each memory twists deeper.

It’s a physical pain. And I can only cry, so I do.

It’s a physical pain. And I can only cry, so I do.

Often my mind rolls over the reasons given. When they were spoken to me, each one felt like a knife plunging into my beating heart. Now when I recall them it’s as if that knife is still embedded in my flesh, and with each memory twists deeper.

Promises made then destroyed.

So much confusion.

Unbelievable misunderstanding.

I'm mourning and I don’t want to let go.

And now I cry, every day.

A friendship is gone.

My heart intuitively knows that it’s already gone, and the grieving process begins long before the action happens.

Sometimes I'm crying because I know that I'm about to lose something important to me and no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try to hold on, I will lose it anyway.

But, it's always because I’m mourning a loss of something important to me, or even that I sense that loss coming.

I do cry a lot, yes.

When we cry, we mourn, we cleanse, and hopefully we begin to heal.

Yet, I’ve heard that if you've lost something or someone that's important to you and you don't cry, then you're not mourning that loss properly, effectively.

Having been told once that I cry too much.

Caught in an endless loop.

His Journey

The velvet night sky stretches wide

A lonely canvas painted by clouded memories
Love eagerly seeks a place
Away from the brewing storm
To rest his weary soul

A Heart sings a call above frigid winds
Beyond creation it waits
With limitless calm and patience
For Love to find his way
Back home

Thunder crashes
Lightning brightens the darkened sky
The Heart’s song penetrates the deafening rain
Its chorus woven and complete
Fueled with adoring passion and simple melody

Love hears the Heart’s call
Rising above the mutiny
He launches and soars beyond winds high
His delicate spirit touches and ignites the stars
Then winks at the moon as he travels by

He knows the Heart promises reprieve
Warmth and peace
The Heart swells and beats in anticipation
As finally Love settles before it

His journey is over
Love has found his place
The heart cradles him
Within its arms
Soothing Love’s tired soul

He sleeps

~~~

For Sterling
01/04/12

Rest easy now, my friend. You will be missed, always.