You whose beauty rivals that of the nymph,
Have stolen my heart since the very beginning,
Who has filled my heart with a love unspeakable.
How can one express such an emotion as great as love,
Perhaps through words, or action, or simple blind devotion;
Words that come from the heart and not from the mind,
Actions of kindness, compassion, and love,
And a devotion of one's body, soul, and most of all, their heart.
All of these I wish to give to you.
But there is another who has your heart,
That is why I shall wait-no matter how long,
For time has no meaning without you.
I shall wait for another that I can love as much as I love you.
Who can steal my heart, as you had done in the beginning,
Whom I can give, all that I wish to give to you.


II

Like the bud of the unknown flower, who
Develops and blooms into the beautiful rose.
So have you bloomed and grown into a vision of loveliness,
With a face whose radiance makes the sun dim into darkness,
Who then brightens the darkness into glorious light,
For you are my sun, the burning ember of life.
And your voice, more potent then the siren's song,
Caused my blood, thick with longing, to flow free once again,
To know the ace of loving once more.
And when my eyes first fell upon you,
It was then that my heart stopped for one hesitated beat.
And it was within that one beat,
That my love for you built up to last an eternity.
So since the dawning of time I have loved you,
For an eternity can only begin at the dawn of time.
And it is for all eternity that my love shall remain.


III

There are things that I do not understand,
Love for instance, can not be a single emotion,
This I know, but still I do not comprehend.
Is it that which is given only through the Son.
Is love the feeling one has in the presence of another,
The longing to give all that one possesses to another,
To share all thoughts within one's heart.
Is it the thrumming of one's pulse at thine silken caress,
Is it the aching of the heart when not in their presence,
Or the warmth of knowing you will see the other again.
Could it be the urge to pray to the Father for their protection (and guidance),
Or the will to sacrifice one's life for the life of the loved.
And then there are the emotions which have no words,
For mortal words could not begin to express the feelings of the heart.
But what does it matter, as long as the three know,
And indeed there are three, for God knows all things, even of the heart.
At last if these be true, then I must indeed be in love with you.


IV

And for a moment time stood still, while you were near
The pendulum's arm slows, then stops its downward motion.
All thoughts of tomorrow fly away;
If we must live for this one moment, then there are but three words to say:
"I Love You."
These three words my breath imparts, as our souls depart.
Somewhere between earth and heaven,
Our souls touch and embrace.
Now my heart begins to race.
Our lips meet, in a kiss so deep;
An eternity goes by before our lips break apart.
Then suddenly the pendulum continues its downward motion.
Time moves forward, set forth by a kiss that redeems;
My eyes drift open, it was only a dream.


V
Myst

Your spirit lives on; now I'm left chasing, from dusk till dawn,
The mist of your spirit, the scent of your song, the taste of your love, ever so strong.
With the dawn of new day, the mist breaks away.
And my beloved's spirit is whisked away;
She smiles, turns west, and follows the night from day.
Only so that the mist of her spirit may be to stay.
As my heart begins to race, I quicken my pace and resume the chase;
Till at last I reach the sea, where I let out a silent plea.
"Surely my devotion can span any, if all the oceans."
Now to the eastern sea I flee, to an ever darkening sky.
And when dusk finally does settle the mist does rise,
And in the mist the spirit of my beloved does abide.
Now the chase, long strung, has begun once more,
Sparked by a love that transcends all time.


VI
New Found Day

As time moves forward,
Into a new found day;
The mist settles, and the woods obey.
Draws forth the liquid pearl of life.
The morning dove lets loose a shrill cry,
Its ambition spurning the new day rise.
New rays of sun let fly:
Strikes the fresh new bud, secret still inside;
Explodes, showing yet new life imparted.
Yet only the beginning of a continuation started.
Breath bestowed,
The four winds press from the north and south,
Try its best, the life giving mist;
Is nothing, nothing without the cooling winds of the east and west.


VII
Angel

Someday the heavens will send an angel from the sky.
An angel to stand forever by my side.
That time is now, for today you came down;
I fall to my knees, humbly to the ground.
I cover my eyes; such pain to behold such beauty from heaven.
Thank God that He could give one of such beauty to I;
That we might live as one on earth until we die.
To share vows that go so far that there is no emotion,
That can express such devotion.
With hearts afire with passion and song,
We come to this chapel;
Our devotion eternally strong.
I give to thee this band of purest gold,
With this ring our future thus enfold.


VIII

Here I lay, my heart unfolds;
To speak of a beauty more precious than the purists gold.
Beauty that blossoms from the depths of one�s soul.
A beauty that only time extols.
True beauty is to love another, despite understanding�
To mend a broken heart.
True beauty lies not in complexion of face, or physical body,
But tone of one�s heart.
To see with one�s heart, is to reason with your soul.
To live with the flame of spirit and fire,
Is to be alive in beauty.
If this is beauty, then all but you have been cast down�
If beauty were everything. . .
Then we would all be nothing.


VIIII
Crimson Rose

I stretch, lay down upon a bed of crimson rose;
My shallow breath whisks the pedals apart.
Blanket the earth under the midnight stars,
To make a sheet of the finest silken red.
I breath a scent like that of a mist filled sky.
My eyes dim until my dream bid rise.
I see a woman upon a ridge in the noon day sky;
As she takes her life before my eyes,
Her drops of blood rain; to touch the earth that was once so dry.
Life lost to rumor of a lover�s death, as he fought upon some foreign shore.
But what should come one fog filled day; war torn and scarred?
Her lover who would not stray.
To that dreaded ridge he did rise;
To kneel upon the blood stained earth.
And there he cried his crimson tears, which fell upon his love�s stained soil.
So true was his love that he cried tears of pure blood.
Thus on that ridge did grow, the first blood red crimson rose.


X
Soul Mate

What joins a man and woman, deeper than simple flesh?
What bonds them to each other, even through their death?
With the lose of one;
Comes the death of one once wedded.
So deep is the bond; a bond deeper than love.
Though many have tried to find such a mate,
When all they lack is a searching faith.
When bound at the soul,
As true mates are done;
All is possible in this unit of one.
One, yet two apart.
Thus, I have found what so many have sought;
My equal in spirit;
The missing link in my soul.
Nothing can keep the two apart.
With this I know, I have found my very own;
The once shadowed flame in my heart.


XI
Shadows in a Raging Sea

Here I sit,
Trying to find myself.
Trying to cast these disillusioned chains astray.
Seeking someone with whom to confide;
The secret dark struggle within my soul.
Someone to tell of the perpetual shadows;
Consuming my mind.
Seeking an anchor,
For my tossing and turning life.
Someone to hold me, and keep me;
From the depths of an obsidian sea.
One who will hold my heart, to the flames of their soul.
To douse the shadows from a flickering soul.
To save the life. . .of a dying child.


XII

Winter breath,
Steals the life away.
Freezes the warmth from one�s soul.
Who shatters the buds of a new beginning.
Killing the future of Nature�s dream.
Shutting the spirit of man �
Within his humble abode.
To stanch the flow of a life giving stream.
Then shadows of night,
Take what little light;
From the last remaining day of life.
As Night�s cold fingers�
Thrust out like the sword�s steel blade;
It�s stealing the day.


XIII

You are the reason;
That I live today.
I would give everything
That you might stay.
You bring tears to my eyes�
Since I have forever failed to cry;
My tears rain down from the sky.
And I know;
That I would do anything
To be with you.


XIV
Friend

To be a friend;
Being there when I call upon you.
Lending me your strength,
Despite your own weakness.
Sharing your family�
Making me part of that great circle.
An open mind to speak my thoughts to.
An ear to hear my words,
However absurd.
Just to let you know�
I am here for you, no matter how far.
A friend;
This is what you are, always and forever.
And I thank you mon amie.


XVI
Graduation Day

Tis a day and age of change;
A change we all await. . .
But one that you have made.
To walk that path�
With pomp and circumstance.
In a robe of the purist white
That rustles in the noonday wind.
Neck wreathed in flowers,
Kissed by a rainbow.
A bejeweled cross;
Glittering in the sun.
This is how you will be remembered�
Your beauty forever captured in my eye;
. . . That graduation day.


XVIII
War and Peace

War and peace,
There is no such thing as the latter;
Even in death one might�
Not find such simple bliss.
Those that depart unto the
Realm of Hades;
Shall not experience such resonate rest.
What is war,
But hell incarnate and the void of peace.
The ravishing of land and people,
Who seek peace but do not embrace it.
But my words do not speak truth.
Truth brings the peace that does take place.
It must first be found within the depths of our own minds.


XVIIII

A bird sings out a song,
There are no ears to hear.
A canticle without any meaning;
But given with so much heart.
Such are so many of the words
Spoken by aged man.
Words that mean so much more;
Than what is written.
So why is it that man writes�
When those that read find such little meaning?


XIX
Love and Hate

What can I do, but hate.
When all I see in the world is hate.
Hate for yourself, and brothers, and sisters.
Why do we need hate,
When love can satisfy.
Genuine love is such a rare thing to find;
I hate all that I am,
And have become.
I lack that love we need for one another:
But I want that love,
And need that love.
I don't need the hate,
Because only love can create.


XX
Death

Death surrounds me,
And I don't know why.
Is it the company that I keep?
Maybe he lives within my shadow;
So hard to shake from the chase.
Always following less than a pace.
Black of night, please help me hide.
"I can't;
The darkness covers your soul."
So this is why people die,
I am but void.
My touch can only destroy.
But what can I expect,
When I have Death as a friend.
A companion to stand,
Forever by all our sides.


XXI

I am the Bringer of Death.
From me you cannot hide;
In me you shall confide.
Just moments;
From the very instant that you die.
I see through all lies;
I am the Seeker of Truth.
And the truth has separated you from life.
For all of the pain that you have wrought;
On those that I love, and whom they love:
My wrath has no end;
Until all loss has been avenged.
You shall know pain before I am through;
Even in death you will not escape,
After life, only damnation awaits.
Only through one's forgiveness;
Is there any hope for you to survive.
For on my word�you will die.


XXII

Like the gardener that plows the field;
Like the sower, who sows seeds in the garden;
So do I sow my seed within your garden.
I plow deep into your sweet cleft.
I push deeper, spreading you wider.
Your lips gasp apart, a moan escapes your throat.
I grip your mounds of sweet flesh with callused palms;
Lower my lips to take your sharp rose buds in my moist mouth.
Suck strongly, your back arches.
Sweat blooms across your brow.
Your thighs engulf me, your sweet woman's part grips my flesh;
I sink deep, my flesh explodes.
My seed floods your garden, I collapse;
Spent, my tool falls away,
We separate; arms entwined
Fall asleep in each other's arms.
Such is our love.


XXIII

You have lit a flame within my soul;
A flame that consumes me.
A fire that flows through my veins,
That cleanses me of so much pain.
If this is love, then it is only the start of it.
Love so deep that it requires all of it;
My body, heart, and soul.
I look into your eyes and drown in them;
A sea of changing colors.
Simple thoughts of you make my heart race;
And my body cannot keep up with the pace.
So after you I chase;
If it must be so I would make�
Even the forces of time slow.
Just to be in the presence of your radiant glow.
Though you may not believe it;
All this is so.
For all I want is our love to grow.
It is through my words;
That I wish to show my love for you.
Much thought imbued,
I have found the missing part of me in you.


XXIV

My mind spins out of control.
Thoughts of today and tomorrow consume me.
What the past held;
Is not what our future spells.
With devotion we can conquer all emotions.
Within the depths of my eyes;
The flames of passion reside.
A fire that I cannot disguise;
Heart filled with such love,
That my body glows.
The darkness of night,
Is no longer my foe.
What time we have until I go;
Is the time that we will have to grow.
Spirits become one,
And when I return, it will be as the sun;
For us a new time will have begun.
The love is still as strong:
Then the truth, you are the one.
For love knows not its depths,
Until the hour of separation.


XXV

What began as a day of mixed emotions,
Ended in an act of loving devotion.
One sought to shut his love away;
The other would not obey.
When the doors of my heart sought to keep you at bay,
You simply would not stray.
I sought to walk down a path that would lead to darkness,
My heart torn asunder by the words that I say.
"I can't love you," is what my lips shed.
With these words my heart now felt dead.
You are my life, my sun;
I feared that my life of eternal darkness had begun.
I left, praying you would find a reason for me to stay;
Strange that I would pray,
To a god which I no longer believe in.
But pray I did, and prayer he did answer.
For after me you did come;
Your legs quick in flight.
Arms wrap around me, and on your shoulder I did cry.
"Why did you come after me?"
I rasped between cries.
"Because I need you, and you need me."
Came your simple reply.
Never before has one confessed,
The need for me, so that their life may be at rest.
Arm in arm, hand in hand;
We return to the place this all began.
In this place we share something between woman and man.
Through love the two become one flesh;
Our love, which is more powerful than the very sun.
What we have begun,
Is far from done.
But I am with you through all this, and then some.
Before I close these words;
I thank you for all that your love has done to me,
And my love for you will always be.


XXVI

A star falls from the heavens;
In a streaking flash of light.
It comes crashing down in angelic light.
What was once a star has become something more,
Taking shape and form into something beautiful.
The star pierces my heart,
And floods it with love.
Love consumes me to the core of my existence;
This fallen angel from above,
Has shown me how to love.
For the second time in so many years,
I have loved with all I am and will become.
Now healing has begun;
Pray that this angel will not shun me,
Until the healing in completely done.


XXVII

For what reason is there to love;
When the love that you give,
Is returned in void.
One always thought love was a two-way road.
Seems like I was wrong;
But then I should have known.
Have lived my life
On that one-way road,
Never letting the love that was given;
To return to the place from which it was given.
It could be,
That some type of love,
Is coming back to me in a raging flood.
But it is not the love that I need,
To cleanse me of this blood.
I don't doubt your love;
But it is plain to see,
There is something hindering you,
From letting it just be.
I don't know,
Maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe I've learned all that I need,
And it's time to move on.
To find the person with the other pieces,
Of my broken heart.


XXVIII

I am the walking dead,
Heart cast in stone.
No longer ruled by emotions;
Boundary formed of pure green light.
Flesh or mind touch;
Either one or both ignite.
Leaving behind the ashes;
Of once precious life.
Live a life of constant strife;
Hope sparking in a refraction of light,
Reflected at me off the glimmering�
Blade of your knife.
You lash out,
Steel pierces straight to my heart.
You foolish being;
Don't you know...
You cannot kill what is not filled with life.


XXIX
Forsaken

Why is life filled with so many struggles?
As though man has not suffered enough at his own hands;
We must be faced with life,
Or eternal damnation.
Where do I stand? What�
Do I choose?
Do I choose life,
Or do I choose death.
So hard to hide the beast within;
Am I the only one at war,
With this demon raging within my soul?
Maybe therein lies the answer;
Each person has their own eternal war.
All fought on one's individual shore.
Through my eyes.
I see the souls of those still fighting their war.
All standing before a tide of continual darkness.
Most will fall into Darkness' wrath�
If they stand alone.
Yet there are those who have;
A glowing ghostly warrior.
And they radiate with some internal light.
Ones such as this do not fall before the darkness,
But placate it with simple words from their lips.
In the depths of my mind,
A time long forgotten;
I see myself with a light of my own.
Fighting a war;
But not alone.
What has happened to allow such change?
What have I done,
To allow darkness to overcome�
My faith in the one and only Son?
Please forgive what I have done.
I pray that someday you will no longer be forsaken,
Your great and precious Son.


XXX
Plague

And the Lamb broke the third seal.
I spoke to you, saying, "Come!"
Your head rises,
And your eyes open;
Before you, I sit upon a black horse,
Its coat glazed in sweat.
In one hand I hold a pair of scales;
The other, the reins of my shod steed.
A power,
Like that of a god seeps into your flesh.
But do not mistake me for the Almighty,
For I am only one of many servants
Who hold authority in the end.
I am the one chosen to kill by plague.
There is no need to fear that the end might be near.
For my true might has yet to be shown.
I came long ago,
In ancient times long before the Savior.
Who do you think brought the plague of blood;
The plague of frogs and lice.
I summoned the flies and the murrain.
And with out warning I sent boils upon you;
Your screams of pain, a sweet ancient song.
I cast hail joined with fire and thunder upon you from the sky.
And I turned the day into night;
Covering the whole face of the earth with locusts.
All of Egypt fell into darkness,
Such that they saw not one another.
And the moon at it zenith bid me to do the last�
To take from this land,
Those born of first blood.
It did not matter whether it was beast or man,
I took all,
None escaped my hand.
None but the chosen;
Who followed my Master�
And covered their doors with the blood of a lamb.
I was there when the Black Death struck Europe;
And I was and will be there when plague,
Finally sweeps over a fourth of the earth.
In the end;
When the Lord finally descends.


XXXI

Your face, so radiant;
Like the sun dawning on the eastern horizon.
Hair like rays of golden light;
Warm and soft to the touch.
Your hair fans out,
To wreath your face
In a halo from heaven.
Eyes that sparkle;
Like a precious blue gem�
Cut to perfection,
By a master craftsman.
So has all of you been shaped,
In an unworldly perfection.
For surely nothing of earth could be so beautiful.
But here you are,
An angel living upon this harsh planet.
Why do I try�
To describe such beauty?
When even the tongues of angels
Fail to describe you in adequate word.
And who am I, a mere mortal man,
To contend with the hosts of heaven.
So I have tried to capture, a part of heaven;
And the woman whom I have fallen in love.


XXXII
City Lights

There along the western sky;
An inferno blazes;
High and bright.
Yet strangely, never consuming.
The flames cry out�
Voice nothing more,
Then a hissing whisper;
Upon the wind.
Ghostly words�
Which only my ears hear.
Simple words of comfort and bliss.
I cannot stay away;
And I find myself�
Not standing before a raging fire.
But the warm glow,
Of city lights.


XXXIII
Terror

Hell grips a nation,
Thought once untouchable;
Thoughts shattered in a blast of light.
People killed by cowards in flight.
Terrorists, when we find you;
That will be your life lost at night.
We will come like a thief in the night;
Don�t try and hide,
For your redemption is for you to die.
You think that we are weaker,
But you�re wrong.
We are one, not many;
Because of this we are strong.
Your rein of terror will not last long.
The love of country is what makes us hold on.
The greatest nation of them all,
Will never fall.


XXXIV
Paradise

You are my paradise.
My oasis amidst a dry,
And desolate desert.
You protect me from the winds of chaos.
Your words so fresh and crisp;
Like the pool that give life to this isle.
Like the oasis, you draw others to you;
With your beauty alone.
You gave me life,
When I thought that there was no hope.
You are the reason that I continue on in life,
Because in you I have found my paradise.
And my meaning for life.


XXXV
Angel II

Wings enfold me,
Hold me close.
Keep me warm,
From this unholy ghost.
Unholy ghost, what is it;
But me.
Tainted by evil,
Not all eyes can see.
But your eyes see;
And you seek to balance
The evil within me.
Seeking a way to free,
The restless spirit trapped inside,
Before this fragile body dies.
Yet all this fallen angel has,
Is one plea.
That you of all beings,
Would learn to love me.


XXXVI
Fallen Angel

I look at you,
And I ask myself;
Are you human,
Or a fallen angel?
My eyes see human;
But my heart speaks,
And says fallen angel.
My heart sees,
What my eyes can not.
Wings of obsidian black,
Stretch out from you back,
To enfold your body.
Why you would have fallen,
Only He knows.
And so I ask God why;
He would send an angel,
As beautiful as you,
To earth so that you might die.
And He replies;
�Did you not ask for an angel,
From the very heavens.�
This I did;
And a more perfect angel,
Could He have not possibly given.