Days He Dare

Fire the fuel that flames me
burning hot with sultry stare,
pistol whipped by pure desire
inspire my daisy dare.
Words come nimble thoughts resemble
spoken contemplation,
guarded still their thoughtful will
to cling to revelation.
Birth in mind of plans designed
to dive to dance to dream,
adrift or aries stationaries,
my heart and soul it seems.
Physics claim a spark remains
through nurtured repetition,
yet we exclaim this pulse remains
by intellectual intermission.
Submit me now I take my bow
and fold desire away,
take you out to pray devout
through fires of love we play.

Aries.

In depth on my horizon,
a torch out on rising night.
Lonely and oppressed,
the flame on which I find my light.

Aries.
An enigma of stars sought after and found since the rising of the miracle itself. An awakening, deft hands working on skin of colored fashion.

Ink.
We wrap ourselves in best intentions,
You can't hold a constellation,
rise or fall by intervention.
Burning hot though days have wrought
destruction of pretension.
Guided heart I still can't part from thoughts to seek and soon remark,
oh goddess take my starving art.

Sacrificial ram upon the alter of distance.
I search the skies my star-crossed eyes in depth upon repentance.

Yearn To Burn Again

Oh flickering flame it's me you tame
the beast by lullaby,
a harp upon an aching ear
and sight for soring eye.
Created of destruction
for combustion by expression,
Yet I burn this flame to yearn
for times gone by's confession.
Candlelight in waning night
we always burn the same,
a soft release by silent peace
found flickering o flame.

Shades Of Gray

Midnight found me all alone
as twilight was out running
shades of gray to mark the day
came death all sly and cunning
Through the darkness crept
to pillow-side to spy my breathing
yet daybreak came to save the night
sent death upon it's leaving
Icy grip upon my lips
then quick to exit gone
twilight was out running
all the midnight that I've done

Waxing

Burning wax to heat react
the loosing of our bindings,
sifting through the ashes of
a love with little findings.
Crackling as the embers die
rely on breath to breathe,
ashes left for sifting
loosing bindings of reprieve.
Burning wax to heat react
do you now seal my heart,
cracking as the embers fade
we each must play our part.

Flash

Picture time recorded
sorted noted filed and dated
moments kept for reference
of a time appreciated
Is it truth in capture
or a fleecing shade to cover
emergence of a secret deed
or lover of another
Pictures worth a hundred sighs
to wanton hearts and prying eyes
a soul complete in compromise
a simple smile to recognize
Can it be the loss of now
recorded made to date somehow
the truth we force to fade but vow
and hope again that shine allow
Either be it capture
of a moment with us in it
or us to capture moments forced
to fade out any minute
Careful to thyself be true
and picture life unfaded
no matter time recorded
sordid hearts appreciated

Time Is Nothing Borrowed

Floating past and weightless
looking down at my perception
trees with winds are swaying
and these thoughts are my reflection
Leaves upon the waters of
a still and calming tide
mirror hued of me renewed
to through our conscience glide
Moments here are passing fast
none more than just a minute
still I'm floating weightless
just my being, being in it
Changing time by ticking by
my presence to explore
borrowed time in fact designed
to wind down more and more
Still at peace and one with plans
to hang my heart to sleeves
floating past and weightless
ticking time and swaying trees