Your EyesYour eyes, so beautifulAmazing, a perfect swirl of blueThey make any other pair seem boring and dullDeny this? No, believe me, it’s true.What do I see in people’s eyes?Corruption, evil, deceipt.But not yours, they are love in an immeasurable sizeLike no one I will ever meet.The way they move, the way the light upWhat can match them? None.Dark days, they suddenly bright upFor once, I seem to be having…fun.No, I’m not just trying to be some “Romeo”This is what I really believe.Their beauty is something that can really showWhich is something few can truly achieveI want to look into them,See them for myselfMaybe I can find happinessIn the eyes that heal.
The Girl from ParisThe girl from Paris wrote to meShe misses my kissesThe way our eyes changed colors togetherShe loved how I talk of searching under the curtain of violet skies looking for a hope that I wouldn’t have to cling to.She loved that determination and the fine line to desperation was a string that was unattached. She sung to me in a language I didn’t understand but I fell for her anywayShe was the air that was taken from me when her eyes pierced meDrowning, choking, falling.Falling.
The role of your soul, Ambition"In the depths of the dark fields of solitudethere is thy shard of soul."No desires to blind my sightor any fears to grow,the lone walk may seem painfulbut the only joy is finding out eachand every way to go.The road is obvious to my feet,but the journey of the mind is a mistery leftto perform a role.There's no eyes in the wilderness of thoughtsonly imagination can stretch your visionas far as the highest goal.Impatient, the time awaits.I have my own prophecy to make wholeand I have to hurry,'cuz, in the end,"You bet thy last shard of soul."
She wanted stormsYou will hear thunder and remember me, and think: She wanted storms-Achmatova.
Will you be careful with my heart?It is locked in a chest,Cushioned by silk that is best,Protected by me,But you sir, you have the key.To take back your heart againand give it to another,But I fixed the broken pieces and lovedit more than any other.But still there may be a day,when you come and take your heart away,And walk away without a smile,but hopefully that day won't come,Hopefully not for a while.
Te encontrarEspero ainda um dia te encontrarAlém da violência desses diasUm dia em que as noites serão noitesE não esse pesar que silenciaEspero ainda um dia te olharSem os laços que sufocam a rebeldiaNo dia em que as noites serão noitesE os dias não serão mais do que diasEspero ainda um dia te falarDas vozes que sussurram delirantesOs versos de um canto sem memóriaPoemas de amor hoje distantesEspero nesse dia te amarAlém da estupidez, além do medoNo dia em que as noites serão noitesE a vida o decifrar de seus segredos
When did you fall? When did you fall, darling? Was it when I was shrouded in glorious excess And you saw what I looked like with a piece of you? When did you stumble off your tired beaten path and find yourself in my arms? Was it when the sun kissed the clouds in final farewell as your own eyes grew heavy? Perhaps it was the lullaby in our shared heartbeats Or when I decided my name sounded good with your voice Maybe it was when I lost myself in the map of your eyes, And I made my home in your heart.
Love Is StrangeLove,A Concept So Mind Boggling To The Human Brain,One That Is So Easy For Some To Comprehend,Yet For Some A Difficult Task Indeed,However Love Is Not Like Romeo Or Juliet,But A Candle Burning Bright Constantly EnlighteningYour Personality With Happiness And Passion,But Nothing Lasts Forever At Some Point That The CandleWill Run Out When It Does The Flame Once Lighting That Candle,Will Burn You From Within The Heart.
Vampires PlightDreamed of old hillsWe pass through the treesMy friends here I amFriends we meet during sleepAt night we dream about themA festival to rekindle old flamesHer red hair moves like fireHer eyes wild like gypsiesShe dances carefree like a fairyI shout her name'Imogen can you her me'The spirits awakeI watch in the darknessLooking in the distanceNothing but country dwellingsPine trees that go on for miles20.12.14 (c) [PMFP.]LUPUS NIGER PUBLISHING
Rallentando Morando ma DolceThese dulcet tonesMine ear perceives,Their absence IShall well bereave.Your time does near,We now conceive.Satin lips I'dPrefer receive.