In Your EyesIn your eyes I see forever,In your arms I feel complete,In your presence I am never,Short one puzzle piece.In your eyes I see love,In your arms I feel care,In your presence I think of,The little things like your soft hair.In your eyes I see eternity,In your arms I feel so great,In your presence and serenity,Til I see you again, I just can't wait.In my heart I know forever,In my soul I am complete,In every way I am now better,Because of how you love me.
MemoriesSo many memories,so many times we had,our past will forever be,the memories that last.So many moments,so many good times,im so glad when im holding you,and looking in your eyes.So many poems,and sonnets confessing love,the one I think of every day,the one that I dream of.So many memories,and through the good and bad,our past will forever be,the memories that last.
The CanvasPaper, the canvas,for the poet,empty, but with a capacity,for great writings,with words we paint scenes,we show beauty and love,we show all we think of,we show things that are great,but small to the world,still big in our minds,our hearts wirte the words,the canvas blank,sparks imagination,theres no hesitaions,only exhiliration,holding back of temptations,so dip your brush,into the color of poetry,paint a picture,for everyone to see.
As We Lay TogetherAs we lay together in the grass,and dream of sleeping on clouds,under the cerulean sky,the birds start to sing our song,we're the only two out here,and all that matters is you,all leaves my mind but you,laying here beside me,I have my arm around you,for its with you I share this love,this love that has come forth,this love that is so great,its the best thing thats happened to me,i close my eyes and picture you,staring into my eyes and i smile,you smile back and giggle a little,i grasp your hand tightly,and drift off again,a dream within itself,but a beautiful one at that.
if nothing moreIf Nothing MorePoetry,if nothing more,is a sea of words,washed up on shore.it shows the beauty,and close up view,expresses love,and hatred too.so open your soul,and listen up,it gives out more,than would fill your cup.but does it end,or does it stop,no poetry,has no clock.poetry,is so much more,than words could express,or dare to score.
brainstormBrainstormThe rain bores,and fills up,the pain stores,and builds up,the lightning flashes,and thunders down,the power crashes,and what is found?the weather has worn,and made its mark,the ideas born,and thats just the start,the rain warms,and pain goes,the brain storms,and then it slows.
VaseI emptied the vasetoday; let the memoriesdie of neglect.
Take Me To A Place Where There's No LightMy dear, take me to a place where there's no light.To a place where the darkness will conceal your beauty.To shroud you in majestic mystery.My dear, take me to a place where the light won't hold sway.Where each touch is cold as ice.Where your words are a whisper's breath.My dear, let us close the gates of light, for only then may our love truly burn bright.
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
All Hallows EveThey say that on this night the witches ride,that spirits walk and churchyards spew their dead. It isn’t true. It’s said the stench of hell infects the earthand healths of heated blood are downed. But Hamlet lied. The dead know nothing, the living less. There are only poets with blood-nibbed pens;souls hung between high heaven and deep hell.
growththere is nothing more beautifulthan the softness of a manyou love more thanthe earth(shaking, geode),a face gentle in sleepand ardent in morning;there is nothing more beautifulthan the first breathof your spring,your blooming dawn,the incomingof nothing but you(blossoming, emerging,here,you flourish)—here,you are growingand transforminginto something new,and there is nothingmore beautifulthan that.
RIP Paul Gray SlipknotPaul Gray:You were 38 years youngbut you've passed away.You have joined the Rev,Dimebag, Peter Steeleand Ronnie James Dio.Wherever you are,you are rocking out.Together you'll makeone hell of a band!While you rest in peace -look over your wife Brenna,and the babyyou were expecting.The pig,as you were knownfor your maskresembled one -you cannot be replaced.Slipknot, have hit the knot;Things will never be the sameagain.RIP Paul GrayApril 8, 1972 May 24, 2010
care beer bearswhen all is gone,and nothings in sight,but black silhouettes,of trees in the night,the care beer bears,happily dance,without any cares,and without any pants.