I have long wished for this
cold featured anonymity,
a hermit's lonely gist
and solitary dignity.
yet encased within such forms
hidden behind thought and scorn,
it is terrible to be alone
a vision that is truely forlorn.
I guess it's true as it was said
be careful in what you wish for,
if there is anything of which I did
this is where regret comes to fore.
Those Haunting Eyes
- Wednesday, May 04, 2005
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From the first I saw
those haunting eyes,
ever was I drawn
to their haunted stare.
Deeper and deeper
did I drown,
within their depths
of pooled eclairs.
Delicious pools
of ice-blue mien,
as cool breezes
sensual and sly.
Like a siren's song
a succubi's sigh,
seducing attention
from this mortal's eye.
those haunting eyes,
ever was I drawn
to their haunted stare.
Deeper and deeper
did I drown,
within their depths
of pooled eclairs.
Delicious pools
of ice-blue mien,
as cool breezes
sensual and sly.
Like a siren's song
a succubi's sigh,
seducing attention
from this mortal's eye.
In The Darkened Candlelight
- Monday, May 02, 2005
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I stayed out all alone
in the darkened candlelight
left there on my own
to languish in my plight.
Hiding in the shadows
are cold uneaten meals
what remains of lost echoes
of what used to be real.
A single rose still stands
in the vase of what was
but it is blackened to the stem
a symbol of hurt and loss.
I sat there all alone
at a table meant for two
crying on my own
upon memories of you.
In the darkened candlelight
as it danced its faded gleam
I cried out my bleeding heart
at the loss of hope and dream.
in the darkened candlelight
left there on my own
to languish in my plight.
Hiding in the shadows
are cold uneaten meals
what remains of lost echoes
of what used to be real.
A single rose still stands
in the vase of what was
but it is blackened to the stem
a symbol of hurt and loss.
I sat there all alone
at a table meant for two
crying on my own
upon memories of you.
In the darkened candlelight
as it danced its faded gleam
I cried out my bleeding heart
at the loss of hope and dream.
The Memory of You
- Sunday, April 24, 2005
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Ever would I remember
the times of we together
though it's better to forget
your memory holds me back.
Long have I suffered
in dreams I often whispered
but it lives within memory
our piece of love's history.
Looking always for a reason
to forget all the seasons
but still I do remember
the times of we together.
You were my first and still the one
oh how I wish for it then
though I have ever since moved on
my heart still often sings your song.
Now and then, forever on
my heart is no longer only my own
for a piece of me has gone astray
along with you as you went away.
Ever still I will remember
all the times of we together
to whatever fate that I am due
I bring always the memory of you.
the times of we together
though it's better to forget
your memory holds me back.
Long have I suffered
in dreams I often whispered
but it lives within memory
our piece of love's history.
Looking always for a reason
to forget all the seasons
but still I do remember
the times of we together.
You were my first and still the one
oh how I wish for it then
though I have ever since moved on
my heart still often sings your song.
Now and then, forever on
my heart is no longer only my own
for a piece of me has gone astray
along with you as you went away.
Ever still I will remember
all the times of we together
to whatever fate that I am due
I bring always the memory of you.
The Throne of Tears
- Wednesday, April 13, 2005
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As I sit upon this throne
across this great divide,
upon this frozen ocean
dead dreams, emotional discards.
I see not the distant shore
long lost are hope's embrace,
for the darkness seeps more and more
as the light is slowly displaced.
Gone are the summer's warmth
in this bleak and frozen landscape,
the cold and frigid storms
from which there is no escape.
Oh how I reach up for the sun
but gloomy clouds get in the way,
deep within this lonely clime
as penance perhaps I have to stay.
across this great divide,
upon this frozen ocean
dead dreams, emotional discards.
I see not the distant shore
long lost are hope's embrace,
for the darkness seeps more and more
as the light is slowly displaced.
Gone are the summer's warmth
in this bleak and frozen landscape,
the cold and frigid storms
from which there is no escape.
Oh how I reach up for the sun
but gloomy clouds get in the way,
deep within this lonely clime
as penance perhaps I have to stay.
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