This is the page i have started for older works...the first called Black hillarity, is the very first i have ever writen....
Black Hilarity!
The deep warmth of you eyes swallowed me and sucked me down into the infinate depth of your love.
Why do you ask such questions when you know the answers? Do you still think that this new age romanticism appeals to me?
As I walk through the distant memory, leaving foot-prints sinking, sometimes, into the depths of dispair. The soggy ground envelopes the sadness and sinks back into the recesses of loneliness that is forgoten and no longer churned up with a rage of consistencie and deepest regret.
The bitter saltyness of unknowing thoughts sting the eyes and assaults the taste-buds of the memory.
As I think of you, the fogs of unsurety clear and the diverse rays of your complicated and unmatchable intense love breaks through, piecing my heart with a warmth that seaps into my very fiber and being. With a vivid reminder of your sanctimonious embrace my reasoning becomes hijacked with a black hilarity that is subtely sensed but completly ignored with a air of compasion.
This was writen partly in italy and partly in paris...i finished it on top of a high building over loking the city....
Broken Faces.
A prayer like whisper echos across a forgotten vally.
Tiny specks of sunlight trickel on to the face of a fallen soldier. He stirs: With a will for life, with hope of survivel.
Torn landscapes strech across a kingdome of tortured prisoners.
Chared edges of a once blossoming meadows bleed into the black and mean nothing.
White doves fly in the form of a blessing. Comfort floats down in the form of velvort feathers.
The dazzling whiteness reflects into the gloom and pours its beautiful profanity on to crushed spirits.
A fire burs and hot as regret - it swallows misfortune and eats at loneliness.
Unsuspecting lovers wrinkel with age and fall asleep hand in hand. Silently they wait to love again.
A cry, some where in the distance calls to a frozen heart - pleading for life.
Life flows through crowded streets, as blood through jagged veins.
One hundred hearts beat in unison, becoming one - joining their fears, theirs hates and their love.
Beautiful broken faces look on, hearing and being healed.
i wrote this when i was in switzerland, its inspired by some ones beauty but also the beauty in a sort of similar way...
Forgotten Sorrow.
The radiating liquid of your heart dripped down onto my cold skeletal features, igniting in my bones a passion that could not be silence with mere ice or wind.
The furious currents drift down with a mystical presence falling with such effortless beauty that my heart opens and welcomes the fiery touch.
The distant chime awakens the forgotten sorrow, but the warmth over takes and creeps upon the saddening mind, helping it to forget.
Distant edges of sharp fever crumble into nothing, softening all ahead, paving the way for growth and recuperation.
A calming breeze blows a contented lull-a-bye that retains its dignity whilst soothing broken bones. Hope sours with eagle wings, gliding and flouting on the wave of majestic superiority.
Distant obstacles shine, touching the sky, casting shadows.
With a slight arrogance they survey the comparable nothingness: but with kindness they ignore it!
With pride you distantly hold out your hands: extending your loyalty, trust and even love.
Sapphire eyes glare in the darkness, out shining moon and star, but with a timid humility you look away.
Distant and alone you stand, with a completeness envied by many lustful haters.
Golden winds whisper eternities of wisdom and frailty, surrounding me and taking my breath.
My eyes are drawn away and refuse to part with the perfect of inside.
Your embrace sweetly touches and conkers all fear.
These disillusioned eyes gaze into unknowing wealths of tenderness. Feeling unworthy the heart skips, trying to flee in its panic, but your hands close and effects every pore allowing me to soak in your burning perfection.
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