Youbuild worldsbreak wallsbend timeto be mine
A Drowsy Kind of LoveThe night is quiet with your sleepingaglow from the heat of your dreamingas I gently nestle against your napeyour mouth ever so slightly agapewarm breath suffusing my wakefulnessas my fingertips linger on the surfacesthat soak up my nocturnal restlessnessand gift me with a longed for repose.
The Year AnewNight skies twinkle with the fire dust of pyromaniaas we down liquid gold libationsto inoculate against another year.
A Silent NightIt's quiet this Christmasno snow on the ground,the rain has stopped fallingand quiet is the soundof my heart as I lay sleepingdreaming you're awake,covering me with kisses--such sounds that lovers make;I am thankful we're togetherthough tonight we be apartfor tomorrow we meet againand love will fill our hearts.
Creationme here .. you therea doorway doth divide us--yet our hands move in tandemand strangers can never fathomhow the art we make unites us
AwakeInsomnia rends the night skywith dreamsof daybreak
Stay the NightSleep, my perfectionand I too will shut my eyeslike the moon mourns the light of dayso it can slip awayinto a union with the sky.Then the stars will wink at us from above,privy to our not-so secret love,and our slumber will resemblethe softest of waves as they tumbleinto each other with unbridled joy.As chilled air seeps into our shared dreams,we will nuzzle up and burrow deep,inhaling the scent of the freshly launderedbefore the hours are quickly squanderedby a sun that swiftly draws the night away.Yet fear not, my lovefor we have learnt to allay the dawn--when it cajoles the night to retreat,we smuggle the stars in cottony sheetsand covet the moon with our kisses.And the night will never feel as youngas when our bliss has sungthe lyrics of a life now lived as one.
ReunionI used to howl when twilight descended;my muse a yellow orb leading me--my guidepost in a sea of darknessso black my heart turned inkyfrom disuse.My paw prints created paths of dustand my tail swept them cleanas it hung so lowto match the bellowin my heart.The stars could not quell my yearning,which twinkled faintly till morningdrove me to fitful sleepingand the dew gathered like tearsweeping on a dull grey coat.Then, when my desire to live subsided,the sky at night turned lighterand my eyes gleamed brighteras winter carpeted the land in flakes of lace.And I heard his howlingeven before I spied him lollopingon banks of snow and ice,his hind legs carrying him to mein powerful long strides.Winter's embrace never felt more bracingthan it did that fateful morningwhen our noses met in a moist reunionand the skies turned a soft vermillionas our hearts finally intertwined.
My RewardYou are my quest--that beckoning in my RPG called lifethat detour from what I have charted.But the game was not wonby my following the trail of crumbslaid before me;the game was over when I met youfor I wanted to play no more,wanted no part of this existencethat plodded on with no investment of passion.There was no levelling up in my world--no little man in a suit and tie to save meto bend time and slow motionto piece together the puzzlesthat would lead to my happiness;no dark soldier swinging his oversized swordbattling the demons of emptinessto salvage my loneliness;no tiny robot fuelled by a loyal heartdoggedly searching for his true lovein a world of discarded parts.In a massive universe of multi-playersbattling the futility of existenceto attain an inscrutable treasure,I found you--a gem in a village of clans,a clue to lead me forward,an option when I had so few--for youare my extra life,you filled up my health barso I could break freefrom this endl
my grand piano the winds are howling but I'll stay here and play my grand piano; the frost gathers on the panes and the cold edges into my marrow but I will stay here and continue to play my grand piano - and when the sheet music is done and the snow has drifted against my door
CultistOne day, we’ll worship rustand marvel how it claimedthe world of industrious metal,leaving nothing but slowingreddening struts, half-heartedangles reaching outward.We’ll dive into the wreckslooking for half-sparking wondersthat, when properly restored, gleaminto sputtering song or splittingpictures of different worldsand the faces of old Gods.
You Selfish BastardDrink the poisonand pretend as ifyou aren't slowly killing yourself.But that is your intentionand you've dedicated your lifeto this self-destructive path.Married to addictionand divorced from self-control,you're willing to let your body dieand force your loved ones to watchjust so you can havea night of numbness.Your death isn't going to shock anyoneif you keep down this road.
Who will perform the autopsy?There is a forest painted inscorching red, fire bloomingbeneath its dirt-caked skin,smoke skimming leavesas plumes of flame snickerbehind the tail of a doe.Coals coating tree-trunks,hungry for life, it devoursthe same way they ravaged herwhen she said 'no'.Bright eyes morph into murkinessas the inferno marches.When rust washed downher throat, she did not scream,only begged for them to stop.They do.Beneath the ash,they find her body.
Wasted FleshFlesh, flesh,Such wasted flesh...This able-bodied meat.Defiled by drugs and impurities.A mind born with clarity,Yet so blatantly abused.No harm did you suffer;Other than harm self inflicted.Disregarding the hopeless gazes,Of those who were born without.No good, no good;This I cannot abide...I shall take this flesh from you,And it shall be tended and made anew.A gift to those who are deserving,Of the very gifts you cast aside...Now then, my dear,Do stop your screaming.It will only be painful,Until your heart stops beating.- Word of Chen, 1/6/2016
Is It Love?If I hugged you,would you never let go?If I kissed you,would you cherish that moment?If I reached for your hand,would you take mine gently?If I needed a shoulder,would you let me cry on yours?If I needed to talk,would you really listen?If I needed to scream,would you do it with me?If I needed to go,would you come with me?If I fell for you,would you catch me?or just let me hit the pavement?
My BabySerene in your slumberyour eyes like twin commason a face that tells meyour heart is happy.And I glow inside.