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The night is burdened with a presence,
A presence lurking to steal innocence,
Innocence so good and pure,
This night he plans to kill for sure.
Slowly, surely, he stalks the night,
Looking for the perfect woman to fight,
The fight never lasts too long,
For these girls, he is too strong.
He takes them down to a special place,
No one can see their pain-stricken face,
No one can hear the agonizing screams,
Far worse than in your scariest dreams.
He takes the bodies where no one can find,
If they do, it will take some time,
He's taken another mother from her child,
And when he has that thought....he smiles.
He smiles thinking of the pain he has caused,
Something only Lucifer would applaud,
He thinks of all the women in the past,
His maniacal grin, the thing they see last.

Image of mine shattered by their lack of faith...
The person they see is no longer i
For he has dispersed from their memories
Drowning within the many created lies
Disgusted by their lack of trust
Ripping all those loved ones ties
Silenced and ridiculed and left to burn
Forced to witness my own crucifixion
Never did i believe your faith would turn
Turn against the endless trials of you n i
Planted were the seeds of yesterdays false hopes
Blooming into the tainted flower of today's jealousy
If only they were 2see thru my eyes
Still i wonder would they still persist to lie?
Words that attempt to corrode at my very existence
Has me distraught standing infront of an audience
We stumbled through the many days 2gether
But today we walk, walk away from forever
Image of them shattered by their lack of faith...

I will forever know that you love me
I will take each day, each conversation,
Each meeting as another precious gift
Of time spent with you.
I looked for you forever
Before I even knew you
I was haunted by a vast emptiness
I have waited for you for 10 long years
Somehow knowing that you were not gone forever
And you have proven me correct
A twist of fate that our meeting was out of sync
Wrong timing
And still I am overcome with this powerful knowledge
That you love me
As I love you
Weakness of the flesh
Strength of the soul
Hearts entwined
Grown together
Cells melded
Into one entity
That has become and has always been
Us.

I am alone
Want to postpone
What is prone
To a groan
That has grown
Out of the drone
Which did disown
Couples like us from life’s happy tone
That was well-known
Like the rhythms of Jose Arcadio Limon
But an agon
Came and did condone
The memories we had even in Folkestone.

In the little death, I glide
over the cartoon landscapes
of chambers in my mind.

Night winks its starry orbs;
mine yawn open, older
but little wiser...

I untangle myself from
the bed's winding sheets
and glance in the mirror~
halfway expecting that
golden girl I once was~
then stumble to the kitchen
to make morning coffee,
using water drawn from
some lost fountain
of her youth.

She is trapped in the past,
unable to cross fixed lines
time scribed upon my face.
I'm unwilling artificially to
color soft silver tresses
Chronos curls around his
scythe-callused fingers.

If time heals all things,
then why does he ravage me?

A legacy of wisdom leads
far from my beginnings.

My nature, purpose and identity,
I remember to forget~
become blurred, temporal memories
in all my visions of eternity.

We sit together on the bench, watching Nora play
"Look! Look at me!" she cries
Her little red head bounces and darts to and 'fro
She picks up a leaf, a stone, a dandelion,
Rushes up to us now and again, revealing her treasures
Small in stature, big in spirit, she dances across the lawn
We look at each other and smile,
Our eyes showing what our hearts know
Oh, what exquisite joy! Holding hands,
Watching Nora grow

Rose and a woman

A rose

as the rose bud need water o gown making its root grown strong as the rose bud growns the sun light gives it warmth as the water and the soil gives it the things it needs to grown

And as the rose grows up into a beautiful flower as everyone can see its beauty every day

The woman

As a little girl grows up into a woman

She finds a man

That many gives here the love that makes her heart warm inside

As the man gives her a warm hand and gental heart to here

Making her fall in love with him ,

Like the roots of a rose ,gives her the bond between him and her making the love bewten each other where no man or woman can pull apart

As the man gives here a gental kiss ,for no reason making here know she’s the one for him as the love of a man to his woman bonds the love making the dream come true and makes a life time spending the to together worth living for ,

When the man give his special woman that special kiss goodnight and tells the my love will never die for you .

As every day tell the next will never end



Your so special to me

She is my ocean
Heavy her swells that break against my cracked lips
Her hair flows like the endless rivers that spill into her
I get lost in her touch as she swirls sand between my toes
I ride out her white squalls,
storms that would turn ships to splinters
Afterwords, I caress the rainbow she wears like a crown
My lungs beg to be filled with the salt in her skin
I want to sink endlessly into her deepest depths
I want to feel weightless and surreal in her vast waters
Her ever changing currents guides my every moment
So much more then an endless thought,
she is my ocean

Lost for so long
Locked inside of myself
Not knowing where to look
And so I looked at you.
Instant fire.

Suddenly hungry now for everything
Not knowing what to do
And so I touch you.
So wrong.

For now I know what I've been looking for
You inside of me, under my skin.
God, you move me
So right.

Listen to my heart? I can't right now
Or I might die
And I am so damned scared of you.
Too far gone.

In Springtime's bloom
my bones, supple Willows;
danced in simple purity...
through salt-marsh dunes
waving Goldenrod wands.

Time was a friend
stretching out forever~
to brighter tomorrows
of mystery, and
everlasting love.

I believed in miracles
wishes coming true,
but falling stars
painted my destiny.

Now, sundown's glory
fades to gloaming dusk,
while embracing;
all I am,
or ever was...

Time hushes its ticking,
and curls
at my feet,
contented.