Undying Love

Fill me up with every inch.
Undying love
Knows no bounds.
Trapped inside
One sweet glimpse...

Addiction to your being.
My core ceases without.
Fly on one single notion
That love is found,
Tamed, and
made.
Not stored in a bottle
For an obtainable fee.

So, come to me, lover
And quilt me in your kisses.
Embrace my body
And enter my soul
With one sweet glimpse.


Boulevard of Betrayal

Neon signs light the boulevard,
Keeping all eyes on you...
Repeat what was given
In exchange for all you want and need...

Ballroom dancers twirl
In the presence of the entity of life...
Satan dwells below
Waiting for the glance of torment,
The smirk of betrayal,
the sneer of adultery,
the vagueness of a lie...
It's all the same anyways...
You'll end up where you're going
to begin with...
Confusing?                         
Stumbling?             
Over the words of this sheer solitude
A razor runs dry...
Help you up
Only for you to fall down once again.
I walk the boulevard and wonder
Why?                  
Worldly Inquiry

"What is the world," he inquired,
"Without the state of motion?
A ball of nothingness
In a vast sea of emptiness,
Where the stars have no purpose
And the planets have no relevance?

But, then again, all reality
Is said to be illusory.
Matter moves so fast
That it is standing still.
What may appear to be
Sturdy to stand upon
Can sink swiftly
Into a quicksand state.
I quiver to think
The vibration of life
Stops in it's tracks
With the inquisitive glare
One might give to an atom.
Yet, all of this falls back on
The instability of one man's life
Compared to another,
As they tango with
the thought of death,
Ever moving towards the future."
Romeo

The dew awakens the flower with a kiss.
Sun rays shower every tear drop with praise.
Hanging there,           
Suspended in time.
The dew contemplates its next move.
Should I stay
Or should I fall?

The flower holds on to it,
Begging it not to leave
Like a love-struck Juliet.
But, alas, it must.
The dew drops to the ground,
Screaming with anticipation
Of the impact he will make.
He falls hard,
Scattering himself among the living
As he seeps into the earth
And
dies.

But, he is reborn
With the heat the worshipped orb brings.
And goes back home
To the swelling cloud he once knew.
And settles among his brethren,
Only to await his descent once again.
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