We Are But Only...

Nov. 25, 08
Dedicated to: Will(for my inspiration)

Flow the melodies,
Of your sweet insanity...
Lost in lustful trances we are,
We are what we made the keys to be.

Count the chords and strum the guitar,
Sorrowful the violin in the corner,
Of our minds,
Never escaping the dream like trance,
And talking out what we think and devise.

Flow the rainfall,
Of our dancing eyes...
Lost in dreamy slumber we are,
We are what we made the keys to be.

Sweet is the melody of our minds,
Combined and left solo to play,
We spin again,
Never escaping the drought we made ourselves,
Potions we create to slumber in daisy petals.

Flow the desire,
Of our kinetic bodies...
Potentially lost in oblivion we are,
We are what we made insanity to be.

Crazed in our obsessions of ourselves,
And each other's lips that speak our words,
We laugh again,
At the silly things that make sense to us,
But not to one another or anyone else.

Flow the craving,
Of our intuitive glances...
Lost only in ink and pen to paper,
But found ourselves a true friend to tree and sun.

Black Pearl

November 12, 08

What came forth from the inklings below the black mirror?
Not but an air bubble from the open mouth of the clam,

Far be it from me,
To deny the sharpness of your teeth,
I'll prick my finger tip upon the edge,
Begging for a Sleeping Beauty sleep.

Far be it from you,
To take your words and stretch true,
Devour your hopes and be settled, dear
Temporary bereavement for the lost dew.

So gather us whole,
Take us together and fall down to crawl,
So by goodness I eat what is spoken,
Forgetting hidden reprieve behind a shawl.

Once more together,
All as one we go again in this 'forever',
Succeeding in such a happiness we delve,
Never shallow but not to deep is better.

What courage did it take to believe in happiness, my dear?
In wickedness I've learned that venturing farther is futile,