"Set Me Free"

Set me free
Away with the lies
leave only your love
Tought through feelings
As we yurn
We cry
We desire
Carry away my life
Share me your breath
Tempt me
Love me
Hold me
My love
Fall at my side
Let it go
Release
Submit
Let me hang
Dearly onto your lips
In the heat of passion
Love without doubt
Love without pain
For, love without you
Is no love at all

"Ice Cold Love"

A princess waits upon a throne of ice
For a man o'broad to warm her heart
No seasons but winter thrice
Hoping her love will not fall apart

A warm lonley heart covered in frost
Without love, it will not truely thaw
Without love, she will ever be lost
Without love, never a spring at all

Freezing wind lingers about her halls
Her tears shatter upon her stone floor
Dreaming of when her sweat lover calls
As she runs to meet him by the door

She runs outside and looks at the sky
And shouts at the stars with all her might
"Will love ever come before I die?"
"Or shall I decay, night after night?"

And in response a star shined so bright
That its light melted all the snow
A man upon a horse rode in sight
And behind him came springs warming glow

He rode up to her and stared in awe
His eyes feasted upon her beauty
She was the fairest he ever saw
He desired her now as she could see

She longed for him, and he longed for her
With a kiss so sweet no mind can grasp
Never will she endure a harsh winter
For true love is always ment to last

 "Desire"

The scent, the fire
Your heat, my desire
Your musk, I must
I sleep, without tire

No satin sheets
No perfumed letter
Will ever fulfill
Such dreams together

Speak no words
Hush thy lips
No nectar drips
From chirping birds

Embrace, satisfy
Everything held inside
Let it out, let it out!
Let loose thy tide

Rivers flow
The flower blooms
The dew has set
And now is spring

"Desperate Confession"

I stand alone, I stand affraid
Lest it rain once more
For every drop that was ever made
Doth not stain the evening shore

Why you ask, is not the question
But who brings shelter
For inside lye my aching confession
An undying love for her

Stretched across the see of my eye
Very close to my heart
Distant from the world of a lie
A truth not yet torn apart

Listen closely or you will miss
Wild desperate pleas
Stealing breath with every deep kiss
Standing strong upon weak knees

She shares with me the bowl of bliss
And always keeps me dry
If ever a day that I miss
For inside I would soon die

"My Heart To You"

Drink deeply, my heart
Indulge in your greed
This blood that spills
Fertile as seed

My heart, you possess
Ripped from its womb
This cradle of love
Shall be my tomb

In place of this agony
Your heart did I acquire
Beating so softly in
Fulfilling my desire

Our veins juxtaposed
Yet we still will thrive
We bleed from within
Yet our love is alive

(Some of these poems stretche from morbid to visual imagery. I hope you like them, and there are more to come :) )

These are some poems I have created that each hold their own lesson that I have learned.

“Why oh Why?”

Ages will pass, mountains will fall
Ice will melt, and trees will shed
Our wounds will heal, and most of all
From the dead, a bloom in instead
The world will change without a pause
Moments of time will shred and die
There are no answers, just because
Watch out, look out! That world of “why?”!

(This poem was a lesson for me to stop over analyzing things and constantly asking why, just because a rock is next to a tree at sunset doesnt mean I suddenly had a vision. Somethings are just what they are, learning to decifer between what is just coincedence and what actually means something, is a valuable tool that I use. I have a wild imagination and sometimes I need to come back down to earth sometimes.)

"I am the Dreamer"

I see the day, to see the 'morrow
And from the 'morrow, come the night
Which fills the air with sweet sorrow

Let it now be as it were
For I have chosen the past
In my rowboat, for I am the Dreamer

No picking cherries, no fruitful berries, shall I take
Only the apple of my eye
Not a drop of sun, but winter's creeping shake

I am the wanderer, I am the Dreamer, I am the still wind
Think not of me world, I beg you
Lest my idleness awaken to the hand to lend

(This is a poem describing my procrastination, my wanted for the world to forget me and for me to slip off into fantasy land. Sometimes doing nothing is just as bad as doing something wrong. Idleness can stunt your spiritual growth, and other growths as well. Your in this life to experience things first hand. You can't do that by sitting on the couch and "vegging" all day. )

"Mine Own"

What is this monstrosity?
Mine eyes do be fooled by shrouded thought.
"Twere it be anything but mine own,
I would cast away time's leesh.
O, I would'st rather gaze upon the Gorgon,
And but wail upon my confusion,
An't be mine own.
A man's security would crumble at his knees,
If such a treachorous visage be his own.
Shall I succumb to my rationality,
And but be a thrall to a dismal fate?
Some art bent to shadow their shame,
But only the wise doth open to truth,
For the Answers dwell within thy self.
I am o'erbeared, for this figure is me.
Do I convey such an ill-composed affection?
Nay, it can not be!
But 'tis so, and I display such interditcion.
If this twin show'th me the footsteps,
I pray it not be a path to Bedlam.
For, if I refuse to welcome the mind's eye,
Then who can I place myself upon?
I must weep at my wounds,
And commune with the Eastern Wind.
Should this hideous image be payed no heed,
There shan't be another spring.

(This poem is a bit confusing to most for it has layers upon layers of meanings that can be interpreted any way. This is a Shakespearian style poem I made that resembled self identification. The tool I learned to see myself as I am, not as I think of me to be. Sometimes people go allt hrough their lives thinking they are something, but then realize through someone elses eyes, or their own, that they weren't exactly what their inflated ego told them they were. Learning about ourselves, the good AND the bad, can be extremely helpful. Knowing flaws about yourself can be very beneficial in helping you correct your character and become the person you really are. How can you fix a problem if you don't know what the problem is?)

These are some poems that I have written, mostly in deep thought. No they don't have much visual appeal of imagery, but they aren't supposed to, they are supposed to provoke thought as they were desgined.

"The Replacement"

Where were you mother?
I love you nature
Where were you father?
I love you teacher
Where were you brother?
My significant other
And in place of you
I found another
Where were you affection?
Hello inflection
Where were you belief?
Inplace it's grief
Where went my love?
The lack thereof
No seed of hope
No weeping dove

These empty holes
We drill our souls
Expecting satisfaction
Yet inside we know
We just wont show
Our internal extraction

(This is a poem about archetypes and how when a part of our life is missing we fill that "whole" with a replacement. Like when a person is without a mother, they tend to fill this gap with another nurturing archetype, maybe they tend to find this nurture in church, or in the love of Nature.)

"Fantasies"

When you look into my eyes
What do you see?
Is it your reflection
Is it really me?
When you touch my chest
What do you feel?
Is it my heart beat
Is it your ideal?
When you kiss my lips
How do I taste?
Is it what you expected
Or am I to waste?


In fantasy, we all love....

ourselves...

(This poem is mainly about how when someone is infatuated with someone, they tend to love their own ideal of that person, instead of loving the actual person. This can be damaging when the "glow" has lifted, and they no longer fit our expectations or our ideals of them, for infact they are only human. Infatuation is by far an UN humanly love, as well as an extremely conditional love.)

This is a faery chant I made one day. If you get the motion of the poem down it sounds like the beating hooves ;)

Faery Chant

The fire within, the fire without
Hear our voices, hear us shout
We stomp our hooves and dance about
Inspiring others, banishing doubt

See our flame, hear its roar
Feel the heat, more and more
Hear our tales of magick lore
Dance and sing, like never before

Come hither o' human child
Run to a place where we laugh and smile
Where nature is left undefiled
Away we go to the faery wylde

This is a poem I wrote when I was sad, and ofcourse lonely. Though writing poetry usually helps, well that and the tons of sweets I ate that day...>.>

The Song of the Lonely

We sing this song
To tide our lonesome
To break the still waters
Of a tired heart

For way too long
Our fingers numb
We wait as love faulters
Leaving us apart

Ages go by
Seasons fade away
Standing behind glass panes
Rain drops for our tears

Inside we die
The color turns to gray
Yet our shell still remains
As days turn to years

Yet we still yurn
Yet we still will thrive
Hoping to fill our bowl
With sweet nectar

Inside we burn
Yet we are still alive
Believing that someday
We'll hunger no longer