If only I could slide my arms around your waist dream again of one more taste pull your back against my chest put your fluttered heart to rest glide my hands on down your sides hear the sweetness of your sighs feel your urgent need arise in between your gasping cries barriers break and two are one never wish the night is done. deeper in, the night begins feel your nails cut in my skin red traced lines all down my back indented teeth in no time flat. slowly start to kiss your thighs see the pleasure in your eyes feel your body start to shake your sweet juices what i taste entwined together one last time forever wish your heart were mine

forget those things you've said to me your hopes and dreams a million things you'll never need. the world around you watches you fade drifting through the nether quake. what's on your mind can never leave burnt to oblivion, seared in burning red the angry color of your skin on fire the world could watch you fall. fifty thousand flights of stairs drifting past you one by one. falling through the center line spirals twirling round and round corkscrew faster to the ground

Watch the Painted Lady, striding on the sand. Her face like colored plate-mail, her pose which never bends. The darkened clouds: roiling, toiling above with blinding fury strikes the earth, but shall never strike that painted dove. The young men in the ocean, faces turned inward to the land, they watch that painted lady, unwary of their end. She looks outward to the sea, and sees the giant crashing down. One tear falls and breaks her armor. But her face it never frowns.

If time had stopped I didn't care. My mind had frozen, breath was stuck, seeing her glide across that asphalt lot. That gorgeous woman I've always known. All those doubts and fears of old, forever now I feel are gone.

another battle lost. another battle won. more lives given to the flame. more hatred grown from fear. the battles start again. another brought down. another takes their place. forever falling till the end. those left at home, weep for the fallen. in years to come, shall forget the faces. the battles rage on, and consume our past. there is nothing to save us. we only throw ourselves back into the fight to make one last story.

think of all those little things you never meant to say to me of all those things that matter most which never graced your precious lips moments wasted one-by-one on matters now that matter not every moment spent from you has drug my mind through endless halls: distant wishes one-by-one of seeing you again blackened tunnels, trains of thought rushing past at speeds unknown lighting avenues: of unforeseen, dreams of you that feel pristine jumbled, rumbled. my thoughts are troubled by things i never said to you of things i always meant to say but could never seem to find a way im sorting now through endless shelfs of jumbled thoughts formed by myself a mass of things were unforeseen: consequences never dreamed a pattern drawn from scattered wreck a single message warped and cracked my mind had twisted turned and swayed the only thought i could not fake a single thought one-thousand fold that every truth of you unrolled message felt locked deep inside multiplying every night, in a mental shell that filled up tight weighted down from truth untold i feel its time for you to know million scattered thoughts, turned into few, lead me to say that, i love you

i say "good morning beautiful," while the light's shining in. shining on a face, i'll never forget. "good morning love," you say in return looking into my eyes, as i gaze into yours looking into the depths of your deep brown eyes, i see a fear of a longing begin to arise. a bubbling question i see taking form, will my love ever fail, will i leave you forlorn. before you can speak i cover your mouth with a hand, a gentle look in my eyes, i slowly shake my head. i lean towards you a bit, with a kiss on your brow all your doubts slip away, all your fears broken down. "i'll never leave you," i whisper in your ear, curl both arms around you, forever holding you dear.

the lone wolf cries an old man's tears, having just have lost his lover. falling down like a dreary rain heavier than no other. a black patched sky with sparks of gold, give rise to the lone wolf's tales of old. he wanders free unburdened now except for grief which weighs him down. remembering nights spent curled up tight with cub and lover both alike. his den of peace holds nothing now but love bleached bones of memories drowned. he finally lies upon the ground curling deep inside himself, forgetting life and all its pain fading into the death's dark way

forget the words you sang to me they're nothing but catastrophe and you'll just make the world fall on its knees. it's hate and hope that holds us close our veins that wind around us both, forever keeping you from drifting away from me. and i, i watch the world fall apart, fall in upon its self, fly apart as the cosmos break away. we're locked together in outer space both with smiles stuck on our face the only beings for millions of miles around. there's nothing left but you and me finally free to do as we please, but we just drift across the infinite nothing. our one last kiss before we fell and lost our breath to the endless hell of outer space's soundless symphony. ---------------------------------------------- supposed to be a song. needs notes for instrumentation... and a few more words *shrug*

never ever will i ever choose between a Sword or Feather Sword, no words, just hack and slash and try to bring them down at last the Feather, oh, so very clever: you take the words and turn them 'round and make their smiles into a frown never ever will i ever choose between a Sword or Feather but yet that Feather, oh so clever can do much worse than fleshy sever can reap the mind and kill the soul and make you wish your heart were cold forever ever will i ever drop a sword and choose a Feather the mind when beat, can maim the form forever make you bare and worn

I am that thirteen years bad luck you've scattered across the floor a million times before. We are the reflection of one another across a barrier never seen or heard or realized We can stare into one another and catch a glimpse only of ourselves in a different place and time You only wish you could be me as you watch across that looking glass and wonder why I'm never there. We are whole                           and you                           and I                                                are incomplete

I once had a thought, a thought like no other it drifted and twirled like a bright new dove feather I followed it in my mind as it twirled all around, twisting and turning as it fell to the ground. Twisting and turning, I think to myself. Almost in agony as it flies ever down. To think, once it lands it shall never fly again. Its last voyage down to the depths far below, to the ground everlasting, held firm ever more. I believe I'd be in agony, to never be free. Held down to this world out of fear for the end. Perhaps, yes I think so, I'll help that dove feather. Catch it as it flies, bring it back to the sky. One last chance to watch the world tumble up. Leaning over the side, looking all the way down, watching the feather as it dies to the ground. Another thought drifts on by, my freedom incarnate. I'll let go of my fear, spread my wings, and fly: to the ground.

When your left becomes right, and your right becomes left. That's where you'll find yourself. Not that fake little show, all prettied up for the masses. Stripped bare to be seen, through the skin, muscle, tissue, and bone. That all seeing eye staring back at you through the mirror. That's where you'll see yourself. All those sins you made shining through like a beacon on your soul. There will be no saving grace, there has never been a savior for you. You wish there would be something left to take you in after you've run your course. That darkness that's there when your eyes close and blot out the light has nothing on the truth. Even a hell or a hell made in the heavens would be preferred. You can see the skin peel away, piece by piece, revealing the beating veins or wires as you'd prefer. Resting your head against that cool, hard surface. All things are blurred but so amazingly clear at such close proximities. That wavering line between the real and the world so many cling to. One can so easily laugh at how pitiful people are, and so easily forget their own faults. You can laugh at those zombies and their faith, but find you're living a life so empty and untrusting. Sitting alone, at home, sneering at the visages of those you despise for their shortcomings. Just one step out of your preferred den, will lead you to another room. With that all seeing eye, reflecting another haggard face. But only one. Only one face, laughing away at the sheep which flock together. Superior in the knowledge of stupidity, and so well versed in the knowledge of loneliness. Only one face staring back, alone, and blinking away the tears.

refuse to be used like a tool in a box. beat the cage around you like a fool in a box. break out, break free, and live how you've dreamed. you're live, center stage, a dream to believe. don't fret over days gone, the past is out of time. keep pushing along, leave them burdens far behind. just think of then wistfully like a good book by the fire. then let memories disappear, a candle flame in the rain. something which died out a long time ago, was let loose within the sand. sinks low into the quick, forever buried in the end.