Hunterleekai Poetry (5)

My soul desires to be quenched... The thirst for love dehydrates me... Love, do you breath and yearn for me? Are you an illusion? Did God paint my lives portrait as a desert wonderer lost in thirst teased by the mirage of love? For when I approach you you seem so vibrant and thriving.... I can hear your pulsating heart. Yet the closer I get the quieter the beats get... Then like the mirage in a desert you dissipate... And all I feel is the scorch of this hot portrait that has me questioning what is hell? Could I be in it? Or am I dreaming awake in a state of lucid dreaming?

Love hides its beautiful face! Waits for my fate to find her... Impatience knocks at the door, urging, hoping eagerly for her whisper in my soul. I say to her, " I want to forever cherish your souls heart, your mind, your weaknesses and strengths. I crave for your love like I am in a desert of lonliness and it is the water for my survival. I lust after your body that I see no flaws in. I want you, desire you. Lets climb this mountain; I'll never drop you if you are loyal to me!"

Electronic parchment tell my souls secrets. May they soar through the ages with influential wings. May the gust provide a cool breeze. Dive into your beliefs and swim to the bottom of each one to find the treasure chest with in them. You are at nature rich beyond your minds' attempt to imagine.

I sit and listen to the quite inside laughter,

for one truly thinks that their schemes are of masters;

truly the truth exposing eye finds reality.

It is true that once found it pulls at you like gravity,

never letting go, once the truth is exposed,

for truly you know- what's needed to be known;

call it bad, call it good, but now the pictures full grown....

Standing on its own--on a empty stage all alone

in front of an entire congregation,

that points and laughs with hearts of devastation;

violently they sit waiting...........

.....for the moment to take off racing!

Wishing for a crash that will bring revenge!

Not hoping to offend, just hoping for an end,

for when lead on; a massacre becomes aquanted

that is when their existence is truly painted.

The moon haunts me with a brightness that screams through the deafening darkness of the night...A light I wish to embrace for the enlightening...A light that that travels away from my inner most flaws...I internally chase, and attemp to hunt it.... But hunting the radiance of loves light leaves my heart calcified/animalistic...Distorted lens glued to my eyes blurs my reality I envision. Wishes I wished could all be but a wish...Pains I've made a lover only to not experience lonliness. Conception: Tears I will not let drip to malnourish the world. So instead I close my eyes and watch the moons light vanish away with the hope that was fused within its full element...Darkness comforts and enclasps the tears for the moment. But in the back of my mind the memory of this light will not budge. So no where to hide from this light. It never leaves my side.