Choice.

leave and thy leaves fall
hit the ground they will
only to be returned to thyself

we are but two rain drops on stained glass
rolling down, leaving two seperate trails
only to move closer to each other
uniting at one precise moment

everyone has precise moments
blatant and obvious to the naked eye
choice enlivens the moment
only to be let down by fear

hear the echoes of the sages
the luminous presence encompassing the immaterial
hear them say, "choice, child. choice."
choice. all of it. burdened by choice.

you named them freedom
you caught them blowing into wind chimes
you are rendered choiceless by them
now,
you are enslaved by freedom

Worth a while but worth your while?

i can only offer
the walk in the country side where the leaves fall
the walk by the lake with ducks
the moonlit strolls along the path that was forgotten
to lie down on a tattered mat and gaze at midnight diamonds
the hills saturated with wind that they make the long grass sway
the song that i sing which does'nt hit the notes
my words i use to serenade the pages of my book of you
the years left for my heart to beat
my listening to hear your every minute of your wretched life
my eyes to undress you at the very thought of, you
my lips for you to suck my breath away and leave me in peace
my touch as i caress to the threshold of my sanguine pleasures
the blood red roses that bloom at that very moment they see you

a strand of your fringe to imagine it dance in the wind
your raiment to keep your smell fresh in my veins
the promise of fidelity in your adoration
to stay careless but stop being callous
to be not alarmed towards my ardency

look at the shards of ice that surround me
my heart takes the shape of a rose
drops of dew complete its state
its glamour slowly fading
once amaranth, its been long since

i've fought many wars
and won all of them
but they remain, pyrrhic
tell me.

was it worth your while?

Waltz.

her fingernails are purposefully painted black
her sensuous lips are of the same shade
she draws dark circles around her eyes to drown them in it
the eyebrow piercing to further take away your attention from them
the pale white emanating from her face to force disgust
she adorns a flowing dress that reminds you of a shadow
the sleeves long it covers all of her
she hides her soul in fear it may be noticed
shes knows beauty
shes knows she is beautiful

her quick steps hide her sway of her curves
but she doesn't
shes talks with much wit
but she doesn't
a smile that would put pearls to shame
but she doesn't

she's afraid to shine
but she's afraid not to
but i see, so clearly

the elegance oozes from her
shes sits there sipping on arbot mist
diagonally across is where i am
watching her every notion in its intensity
she caresses the mouth of the glass and silently listens to it hum
with this she draws a slow breath
as if to taste the essence of the earth
she closes her eyes and begins humming a tune

a tune so calming
a lullaby to ones spirit
visualize the heaven in its serenity
the music resonating from the plucking of strings from an angels harp
or however you see gods place to be
i follow as the music takes the lead
i can't help myself but close my eyes and envision the waltz
where shes takes my hand and leads me into the age old form of expression
we are one, almost literally

sensuality. sexuality. morality. duality. equality.
she has spoken to me, without words
without expression
without thought
with music

but there is sadness
there is no harmony
the love in the sound is disturbed
i open my eyes to see nothing but tears
mascara smeared down her cheek
she catches my eye but she doesn't move
she doesn't mind my presence
she gazes at me with longing for closeness
i walk over and we embrace like we've known
like we've seen
and then i hear the cries
of sorrow and of hurt
of pain and of love
and i stand there and it was forever and one
forever and none
but still i stand
still we stand
and it has met its end
for her. and for my wife.

Bloodshed.

close thee eyes and picture that thought
transcend the physical limits and float
forget material boasts and forget time
remember the moments that somehow bring bliss

remove the limiter that prevents the higher level
call out to the angel to untie it for you
the velvet ribbons securely holding you
only time will heal the limbs for you to leave

its sadistic ways are coming to an end
novocaine isn't required to keep it at bay
soon the barriers will be broken
the shadow no more a potrait of hurt

her bosoms are the giver of life
but the giving is by her
her wings are still contained
bleeding from the excruciating pain

she meditates to relieve the piercing love
she can hear the sadistic laughter from him
his eyes transfixed in her pained countenance
this is his sanguine pleasure

fingers caressing her neck slowly
with a devilish grin he touches the place
her sentient nipple to see her wince
his hands now progresing to her inner thighs

the heat, her heat, is resonating
shes is in pain, secretly it is what she wants
he plays with her emotions for a slight
he rubs against her slit just to tease

he puts more pressure and his finger starts disappearing
its wet and he smiles at the back of her neck
he pushes harder to feel her insides
he leans her on his chest and violates her fully

she screams and he perversely makes her suffer
purposefully testing her limits
he forces the womanhood from her as she wets herself
he slows to a stop. now breathing hard

rolling down her cheeks are the god given silent emotions
he sees it and the devilish grin returns
he licks the tears and smiles
and whispers in her ear the contempt he has for her

he pushes her away from him and leaves her lying on the ground
he walks away into the shadows, disappearing
shes lays there in pain, bleeding from her insides
the roses now stained. bloodshed. hurt. pain.

Piano.

closed eyes and heightened hearing
the harmonious essence of the chords vibrate in the air
every note hitting an amount of remembrance
resonating in the ears as music
sitting by the fireplace and that warmth
the touch of velvet at the feet
the comfortable armchair as your only confidant

the smell of vanilla in the air
burning candles flicker with every breath
the feel of velvet in your palms conjure peace
weight forgotten, your only adornment, a silk robe
dimly lit hall with not so much as a whisper

english tea on a silver tray
chocolate muffins to savour the day
tinkling of cutlery as the muffins are slit
almost sculpting a whole new view
the elizabethan ceiling decor is complete in itself

the vase has luscious red roses
they have been waiting for you
its been ages and still they await you
ever so patiently
gorgeous to admire
mimicking your countenance

yes i see the cobwebs
but i choose to
i choose la vie en rose

Moment of fun.

immersed in this private personal solitude,
i am overwhelmed by your presence
i am overcome by the sight of your silhouette
your aura forces my heart into trauma
go on, speak. speak.
speak now or forever hold your tongue.
glancing eyes meet, heart abalze
don't shy away. don't sh.. too late
like a gust of wind on a hot summer's day
she came like a flash. libertaing.
and left me feeling overheated
she was gone.
hmm.
dream on casanova..

Words of god.

no matter how modest you are
no matter how inculpable you are
untarnished and good. pure and warm.
definite and distinct. chiselled and straight.
the list can increase in its continuity.
yet you will never suceed
you will never acquire her because she will never want you
she does not desire you. so far you've come and yet you fail again
the confusion does not lie in her wants.
it lies in you. you are unsure of what you desire.
you don't know the way and no one is showing it to you.
how long can you look into the mirror just to make yourself look
nice?
now, define nice.

you are stained and ugly and no one wants you
the mirror lies to you. it tells you what you dont want to see.
forget the hurt and the mending.
damage done is there and will not heal
it is in the pain that you grit your teeth and lunge forward
void the abyss and look closer to where you leap
only then would you have learnt, honesty
be honest. people believe the words of god are found in pages of white
if so, then those words are honest. it helps you believe
now, imagine honesty in yourself. be honest to yourself, about yourself.
be honest.

its not about you. its not always about you.
open your eyes and look. listen carefully.
the world revolves. everyday. not around you.
you are not special to them. but you can be, for yourself.
you do not exude beauty to them. but the mirror sees it.
the show of passion is not visible to them. but you can be.
you can lie to them. but not to the reflection.
study it. pass the test. and then you will see.
the true brilliance of the beautiful colours. only then.