23/09/01 In the quiet of the night, bodies intertwine, Passions aflame, desires so divine, A dance of skin on skin, a primal art, Two souls entwined, igniting every part. Whispers of longing, a symphony of moans, In the realm of pleasure, we've carved our own, Exploring hidden realms with hands and lips, Lost in each other on this erotic trip. A fervent rhythm, hearts pound in sync, In the realm of ecstasy, inhibitions shrink, A primal connection, emotions set free, Love's fiery embrace, a sweet symphony. Beneath tangled sheets, the climax draws near, A crescendo of pleasure, no need to fear, Two bodies unite, finding solace and release, In the sanctuary of love, our desires find peace.
Death’s Hallucinations
24/10/01 There's whispers of departure fleeting sighs, Humans linger on the cusp of dissolution, Fractured realms crumble into fragmented echoes, Shadows dance, a macabre waltz in twilight's beckoning grasp. Visions cascade, cascading torrents of recollection, A kaleidoscope of fragmented realities and yearning, Each shard a haunting, vivid mosaic, Pointing the tapestry of existence in spectral hues. Moments before the final curtain descends, The mind's theatre unfurls, a silent cinema, Staging a play of forgotten memoirs, A procession of untrodden paths and unresolved whispers. Between gasps and fading pulses, The veil thins, as mortality surrenders to uncertainty, A dance with phantoms in the theater of the mind, Darkness and light entwined in a haunting embrace.
Nectar of the Moonlight Depths
23/08/23
Beneath the veil of midnight's hush, A potion drawn from the depths unknown, Nectar of the Moonlit Depths, In chalice of starlight, softly shown. A drink that's born from the slumber's realm, Where dreams and shadows intertwine, Its essence cools the fevered brow, A touch of magic, so divine. From lunar wells, this elixir drawn, A sip of nights own whispered spell, In stillness of the sleeping world, Its tranquil whispers softly swell. O nectar of the Moonlight depths, Embrace the hour's quiet flight, A draught of solace 'neath starlit skies, A mystic balm for soul's delight.
Deaf to Your Creation
23/21/11
In a whirlwind of rage, the echoes resound, "How are you so deaf to the notes that astound? Sister in Faith, did you not realize your power? You crafted the symphony, each tone, each hour! Yet blind to your might, oblivious, it seems, You ignore your essence, your creator's dreams. The melodies you birthed, now lost in the din, How dare you deny the music within? Frustration blooms, a tempest untamed, You, the composer, should not be blamed! Your, symphony thrives, yet you refuse to hear, Your own brilliance drowned by doubt and fear. Oh, sister in Christ, awake and perceive, The harmonies you birthed, why deceive? Embrace the crescendo, reclaim your domain, Shatter the silence, let your essence reign!"
Victim of Time
23/11/05
There are times I wish to see you but you never came, Lost in the shadow of moments, silent and untamed. In the stillness of my longing, I bear this heavy weight, A victim of time's cruel hand, left to contemplate. The memories of your absence, a haunting, endless sea, I'm trapped in the echoes of what could never be. Each passing day a reminder of the void you left behind, A victim of time's relentless march, a heart confined. I yearn for your presence, a solace never found, In the depths of this solitude, I'm forever bound. A prisoner of the past, a silent, echoing rhyme, A victim of time's ceaseless flow, lost in endless time.
Decisions
What's your decision, answer me clear, In this labyrinth where choices veer? Shall you unfurl the past, its feelings stark, Or guard your soul, your resilience, spark? Like gentle winds that sway the trees, Your heart decides what path to seize. To let emotions stir and rise anew, Or bid them farewell, bid them adieu. Feelings, like waves upon the share, Knock, seeking entrance, seeking more. Yet within you lies the sturdy gate, To open wide or to patiently await. The choice, a delicate, dance, serene, To welcome back what once has been, Or stand firm, letting them dissipate, creating space for tranquil state. In this interlude, this tender sway, Your heart decides the role to play. freely allowing or resiliently serene, Paths diverge, a choice unseen.
Victim of Wasted Time
23/11/05
Why can't you act right and not waste my time? I've given you chances, but you're crossing the line. My patience wears thin, as the hours slip away, I'm the victim of wasted time, it's my price to pay. Each minute you take, it's piece of my soul, I yearn for your presence, but you're out of control. My days are slipping, and I'm left in the dark, The victim of wasted time, with heavy heart. I wait and I hope, for a change in your way's, But you're a relentless thief, stealing my days. In this cycle of longing, I'm caught in the bind, The victim of wasted time, with a troubled mind.
Sensual Mirage – “Ephemeral Canvas”
On skin as soft as twilights hue, Our desires wave a canvas new, Fluid lines of longing and grace Traces of fire in each embrace In each caress, a masterpiece formed, desires painted, entwined and adorned Ephemral beauty in the night's embrace, A symphony of passion, leaving no trace. An intimate art, our bodies create, In moments of passion, we transcend fate, A canvas of dreams, where love resonates, Ephemeral masterpiece, a tale to relate. A sensual mirage, a dance of delight, Fluid emotions in the pale, moonlight, Ephemeral masterpiece, a lover's birthright, A masterpiece formed in the heart's quiet night.
The Tightrope Walker
23/08/08 In the life's grand circus, I take the stage, Balancing thoughts in every age. On the tightrope of existence, I tread with care, Balancing my mind, suspended in air. With each step, I find my grace, Balancing worries in life's endless space, A tightrope walker in the carnival of thought, In balance, my inner peace is sought. Though winds may howl and storms may brew, I balance my mind with a steady view. On the wire of sanity, I remain, With each step forward, I conquer the pain. With poise and focus, I continue to roam, Balancing thoughts, finding my home. The tightrope walker in life's grand design, In balance, my soul will forever shine.
Zen Garden of Thoughts
23/08/24
In the garden of my mind, I tend, Thoughts like flowers, they bloom and blend. Each petal a thought, delicate and pure, In the Zen garden of my mind, they endure. With a rake of mindfulness, I gently sway, Creating patterns in thoughts that play. In the tranquil pond oof serenity's song Reflections of balance, where I belong. Rocks of worry, I carefully place, Balancing thoughts with mindful grace. In the sand of my mind, I find my way, Creating harmony, come what may. In the Zen garden of thoughts that bloom, Balance and peace, dispelling the gloom. Each moment's a stroke in nature's art. In the garden of my mind, I find my heart.