Soldier Lost

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Why hath hate consumed your heart?

Enough to push, push, no more...

Until I am here no more..

What is it that you run from if not I?

For I know I is what your think,

But I

Am only a mirror, a drink...

A drug, an illussion

To your inner being,

So I ask you again

What is it that you run from,

if not I?

And it is not I,

For I would never leave, unless commanded..

I would never leave because I judge...

But you did...

so why?

What are you so afraid of?

Why would you be so weak?

Have you forgotten the breath of you? Of me?

Why be afraid? If possible there's not much left to live?

Goodbye dear friend,

Until again...

I bid you as they are your answers

to give..

Rapture Days

BEAT! BEAT!

I want your blood on me; enrapture.

Your tomb on me, engorge...

Naked body and never say nevers.

As the painted red over me pours.

I won't take no for an answer,

No not in the fantasy of my mind

I'm a sick fuck, on a sick ride,

And I'd like to consume your rhyme.

Not a hard task

When tales as ours weaves,

But my indulges live in the sweet images

of our not so reality.

For too much to bear, history a snare

And as much as I'd love to engage,

there's only one way, and it's not today

So in your tomb to me, we'll remain

Incompatibility,

The death of our lifetime love,

Doesn't mean that forever

Is ever a life time enough...

(With your love..)

You bring out passages in me,

And sweet withdraws by the river,

And next to me there,

We will always care

As the moon descends unto another.

Bodies of Water

Who Am I,
But somebody to love?! Somebody to burn like the sun
And link every soul together
With the miracle of my ray?

Who am I that gets caught? Snagged in the web
the veil,
the illusion?

What is it in me?

That doesn't understand
But seeks to...

That becomes snared by emotions I thought I knew?...

But this "bearer" has forgotten her ancient old past-time..

And how it has slipped through my view, i don't know
But

I forgot..
That you can not control the Earth,
nor her ways.

The bodies move in me, as emotions to water

And I watch, and feel as a boat being rocked to the chanting current.

With not much to say,
I remember who I am in glimpses.

Attempting to understand the meaning of love, as it is meant

So as to dis-label the casualties of it's affairs.

So as to put it in it's place, not for the airiness with which it is used,
But it's got me wondering,
Is that one of it's qualities too?

Does it embody Water, Earth, Fire, and Air...Is it as influx and ever-changing as I have ever used it?

Can it be classified by boundaries, simplicities, "compartments"?
Or is it the hurricane that never spells
The wind, we never see, but do..
The fire that breaks molds,
The Earth that allows the molds to exist...

I get it..
I get why me must love the way we do...

Understanding love as it is..

Is a great
Responsibility..

A responsibility that brings all romantics
To their battleground.

Ignitions

Ignitions.  Sparks! Sparks!
Bursts of light coming to fruition...
 Pops. Gasps. Breaths!

My skin itches, twitches,
Subtle undergrowths,
Light, warm,
Like the blossoms of seed and spring..


Elated..dragged but floating
Toiling,
The subtle undergrowth..
...Toiling.

Can't get the flowers out of my head..can't get the blossoming of life's witnessing
From my mind.

Can't get the mystic coach from out of this whind...
Shuttters like shivers in my blood..
A body confused.

I know the Spring feels it too..