I’ve dropped the fists I used to raise,Don’t care for wins, no urge to chase.I’ve rid myself of endless noise,I now seek peace in simpler joys. No more the weight of shouted words,no confused love and no lines blurred.No more, joy’s neon lit paradigmI’ll skip the beaten path this time. The moments spent in video
If only you knew, Oh lover of mineHow hard it hurt to watch.If only you felt the things I didWhen she absorbed your touch The way her body seemed to meltBeneath your manly frameThe way her disposition changedEach time you called her name I watched your ship dock at her portTime and time againI watched
And so, the night begins its song,As sleeping rods grow hard and long.Moonlit skin commends the night,Allowing rods and rings unite. Tunes of pleasure fill the air,As peace and quiet disappear.Hardened rods fill dripping rings,As lust begets its mighty wings. Droplets form on glistening skin,As friction feeds our gentle sin.Tender flesh cushions my grasp,As stiffened
Can I at least be free to live?If nothing else, can I still breathe?What more do you need to believe That we’re the same beneath the skin? I’ve shed these tears for years unendingStood beneath your boots unbendingRaise my head? You’re apprehendingHumbled yet you’re condescending We are the same there’s no pretendingl am you yet
Am I allowed to shed a tear?To flip my smile and watch my fear,As it wraps its hands around my wristAnd whispers strength into my ear? Am I allowed to laugh within,But cry for help out loud?Can I now live amidst my ‘sin’,Or still follow the crowd? Can my words still pierce the sky?Are you
Many a time have my thoughts been filled from day to night, with her.Day to night and night to day, I’ve loved, but only her. The times I heard her love me too,were only ever sometimes true.I loved a soul who loved no soul,and so, I had to lose my soul. Tonight, I write the
Once upon a night so clearly — lit with moonly might and merry,Did I behold a sight so very — very quaint and less a bore.While I watched, so gently sipping — tears behind my eyes near weeping,As she watched another, smiling — Smile did she whom I adore.Smile did she and nothing more. With
In my head she’s living, In my head Of every thought that is caught in the webs of my consciousness Every truth that exists within the boundaries of my reality. It is that which describes the gaze of her eyes, That, and nothing more, living in my head. A plague A blessing, So vague a