an haloed afternoon

among a galaxy of bees

dancing in a birdsong breeze

where teacup elephants

bring their dark spiced dreams

into our waking reverie

how small a whisper

the dandelion seeds

float effortless around her

one of them

landing in her hair

a star in that oblivion

of my dark heaven

The sun holds me in its embrace

Waiting patiently for winters gray to dissipate

Little buds peak and form

A world of vibrant colors soon to bloom

Birds call breaks through the silence

Singing songs of summers hopeful tune

As the bees and frogs emerge

The world comes back to life

A dead frozen world

Is reborn once again

Where is the girl I used to be?

The one I know I still am.

Fondness for all the same things,

Yet satisfaction dwindles.

The willpower faltering,

My insides so hollow.

Energy remains,

But ever so scarce,

And just out of reach.

This emptiness longs

To be filled once again.

But I don't know how.

(for my Beloved )

I am writing a love story about you, as I explore the mysteries and wonders of your resplendent beauty, immersing myself completely into the glorious depths of your swirling liquid passion. I'm drowning in the effervescent rainbow whirlpools of your swirling senses, consumed by your raging, torrid fire. I am reborn, and emerge as a undulating wave, a sacred phoenix, dancing upon the ocean of holy splendour in your shimmering golden heart.

I am a feather in your wings, the lightning in your eyes, and the tantalizing vapour in your heavenly breath.

Happily I die for thee, so that I may live for thee. You are my favourite love story. You are my only love story.

Hope has left me,

Hope for the future,

Hope for mankind,

Hope for everything;

It's something that not many understand,

And even fewer accept as valid,

But I see these events that affect us all,

And I see the lies that are fed to the populous,

And the indoctrination ensues;

How can we prevent the oncoming darkness?

Can we even prevent it?

Or is prevention the most dangerous illusion of all?

- Michael Hall

How can I not love you

After everything you've said?

How could I not love you

After the tears that you have shed?

How can I not love you

After the kiss that we shared?

How could I not love you after

The soul that you've laid bare?

How can I not love you

After seeing your beauty shine through?

How could I not love you

After being with you?

Sad

I now know what it means

To drown in your sorrow

I'm swimming in

My own pool of years

Sad

Rain pouring

Lighting fills the sky

Thunder booms

I still cry

Sad

Disappointment

Can overwhelm you

In above your head

Can't get out.

Sad

It feels like

Nothing can get better

Clouds will never

Float away

Sad

But don't worry

Little one

Eventually

They will.

Its a boxed up mess full of dark superior,

Society said I should get help for this

Box of insanity, it was like a rose bush

It grew so bright inside my head it fed me with the color

Then the thorns grew down right in the middle of my chest,

Crushing all my moving organs, the flower took its mask of revealing its dark side, my insanity.

I hate your love as if you really love me to pieces

you crumble me with your words of pain and war that I fight to keep what we have

breathing breathes of life into breathes of life

the hurts from your past experiences of what you didn’t ask for

you bleed me with your sharp tongue and kiss me with the hate in your eyes

who do I have the pleasure of meeting today

now you say these words to me the me that you see

I cry for you and you cry for you for me and the things that you do not see...blindness

you choose to cover your mind staying behind what is not behind you but stands with you

hopefully not for eternity but eternity is forever

more of what you don’t need needs you to live

so it can forever torment your pain that you have unknowingly and knowingly...together at once it stays

deep inside of you festering bigger and stronger than you thought you could be at this moment in time

you chime in on life’s moments of opportunity that knocks for you but you do not answer the door

looking for more of the hurt asking for more of the pain crying for more of the same of yesterday

To extrapolate on the way I feel

envision you have joy, that those closest wish to steal.

They take small steps everyday, to rid you of clear thought

sanity by the wayside, peace is every bit lost.

The emotion I struggle with, lies within my hardest sin

Wrath washes over me, takes control, it begins.

The flush of anger in my blood, the calm in my actions

The rush of attention to detail, in my violent fashions.

I don't encourage it to anyone, to adopt this burden

It's one that takes time to reverse, release only when traitors are hurtin'.

I live a thin line between the space of adore and abhor

I am but a second from destroying their worlds after I shatter their door.

The coldest nights, couldn't cool my hell fire blood

The smartest of foes couldn't outlast my stone heart's fight

The fastest of feet, can only run so far

and the most resourceful of fucks can be starved out, day and night.

Ah, Wrath. They wrote about you in mythology calling you Ares and Mars. But you and I have an agreement: If the people wish to cross me and my peaceful notions, then we will pour on the suffering that they have asked for. You're not romantic, but neither am I. Let's do what we do best.