On This Winter's Eve

Finish Me

The Silence,
The Beauty,
The never ending thoughts.
The breeze,
The voices,
The endless list of want.

The living,
The dead,
What may the difference be?
The excitement,
The sorrow,
Which may this world most see?

Screaming,
Yelling,
Torture of endless hate;
Why can't they see,
The eternal entrapment
Of this maddened state?

Let it go,
Stop this insanity!
Don't let me hear,
Don't let me see!

Shoot like daggers,
Stab my very soul.
Tears of blood,
And yet you care not at all.

The beauty, it has wilted;
All has fallen to the ground.
The voices in my head
Are no longer sane nor sound.

Your yelling and screaming
And words of seductive pain.
The undying pangs of sorrow
Seem to be driving me insane.

I seek my long lost refuge,
But that refu...

Heart of Stone

All is just dark
And the wires run wild,
Shocks run through me
And kills all desire.

I wish I could replace this heart
With one of hard cold stone
Just to have a chance
Of never feeling this again.

Emotions are menace,
Intentions gone wrong,
Mentality thinks
Of what was once us is gone.
But no longer do we wait for long
To replace this heart and make it of stone;
We must have this feeling be gone.

Love from desire
To the one I admire;
Love made from lust,
And it all turned to dust.

My feelings, so mixed;
Wish it all could be fixed,
Never feel this love,
Wish it all be reversed.

Wish to never feel,
Make all emotions unreal,
Wish never once I kissed her lips,
Wish never once her I missed.

Wish never once to have laid my eyes on her,
Wish never my heart to her have surrendered.

On This Winter's Eve

How beautiful is thee on this winter's eve;
Far more beautiful then the new spring leaves.
Thy face so glimmers through a cold winter's night;
And how precious it is to have thee in sight.

Thy hair so long and shines of black gold,
This treasure of mine that no one can hold.
Thine eyes, how, like the moon lights the skies,
Thy lights my very soul, and our love yet survives.

How I wish in my arms to hold thee at dawn;
If only thou could see how my grief away is drawn.
Happiness fills thy heart and thy soul,
Knowing that by thee I shall eternally behold.

Oh, There You Go Again, Sweet Temptress

 January 28, 2011

And there you go again,
Taunting me so quaintfully.
With your beautiful seduction;
And that of a memory.

There you go again,
Still lingering at my finger tips,
Still slithering at my tippy toes,
Still stealing kisses from my lips.

There you again,
You sly intriguing temptress.
Still carefully you ride right through me,
Being not a bit whimless.

You still every bit a laugh,
And hold unto every bit a grin.
Then take away my very value,
And drown me in my own sin.

Oh, there you go again,
Sweet temptress.
There you go again.