Which is Love

Why is my heart an orphan of love
That it must yearn for its trappings
Abandoning virtue for lust in the night
And chasing after vanity after every dawn 
But which is love
That my heart must seek
Is it a repelling evil or a compelling good
That will consume me in its illicit desires
Or draw me into the throne of its empathy
To which will my heart endear
Is the greatest evil of love passion
And its greatest good compassion
But which is love
To which must my heart sacrifice
Is it to passion which is a thief of love
Or to compassion that earns the love of others
But which is love
That my heart must want

I sit and watch

I sit and watch

Tears covering my cheeks

With a fading smile

A mixture of pain

And an all distant memory

A childhood we shared

The love of a sibling lost

I can only sit and watch

I sit and wonder

Long into the nights

With unfading desire

To reach out and call

As the distant memories return

Of a childhood now lost

Tears washing my face

Yet I can only sit and watch

I sit and drift

A weak painful smile cracking

Memories from the past

Of a childhood now buried

And a longing for your return

For a chance to unite

Just once more

So I sit and watch

 

Nightly Bliss

Night whispering

Singing from the nothingness

Of the darkness outside

Trees swaying in a dance

To the soft breeze

Increasing in crescendo

Interrupting the silence

As lone stars stand to watch

Peering like eager spectators

Tangling strangely alone

Two as a pair

Roughly then tenderly

Lighting the fire bags

Turning on the heat in bits

Swaying each back and forth

To sojourn in exploration

Before their lips meet

To lock like an auto machine

Entangled in emotions

Hands roaming wild

To meet at separate points

Where each acquires wings

To soar each to their own heights

All lost in moments

Ending in whimpers and whispers

Of satisfaction swaying them

Away into nightly bliss

 

Time and Love

Time and love
These two twins of fate

Which will outlast the other
For time promises love
And love lives within time
But which one: Time or love
Will care for the other

Time and love
These two twins of accident

Which will die before the other
For love happens in time
And time strengthens loves
But which one: Time or love
Will hold onto the other

Time or love
These two twins of choice

Which will cry for the other
For love defies time
And time defines love
But which one: Time or love
Will accept the other

Time and Love
These two twins of nature

Which will assure the other
For time kills the pain of love
And love heals the sorrows of time
But which one: Time or love
Will shadow for the other

Time and love
These two twins of coincidence

Which will break the other
For time hides the scars of love
And love pays for the lose of time
But which one: Time or love
will win over the other

Time and love
These two twins of chance

Which will outweigh the other
For love remembers the value of time
And time understands the value of love
But which one: Time or love
Will wait for the other

Smile for me

Smile for me

And thaw my heart away
Like you did today

So beautiful and ravishing 

Rousingly Intoxicating

With the charm of a witch

You must smile for me

Smile for me
Like a rising sun

And chain my heart to yours

So warm and radiant

Capture me in your snare

With the stealth of a hunter

If you will smile for me again

Smile for me

And steal my heart away
Set me against my will

So serene and flawless

Rabidly astounding

Like a lone desert star

Smile for me just once again

 

The Cultivator

Panting and puffing

Digging deeper

His hoe cultivating

Spreading a thin line of sweat

Streaming down his spine

His gratitude

Coming in gasps

Yelling to his own pounding

His hoe lost in the mould

Weeding ferociously

Spreading the soil

In submissive reception

To gulp his own warmth

In acceptance

Urging him on and on

To source even deeper

Deep from within

His hoe penetrating

Tilling and tilting

In a burst of flames

Burning into a frenzy

Toasting with pleasure

Shoving

Pushing and wriggling

In delighted groans

With sweat dripping

From all his body

 

I will not Hurt my Manhood

I will not hurt my manhood
And shed its innocent blood

Why must I injure my sheath
To play into your tribal trap
Or to appease your greedy ego
Where wisdom is blackmailed by
The question of my sheath

I will not hurt my manhood
And scar its naive soul

And why must I wound my foreskin
To please your ignorance
Or to excite your perversion
And instil a false sense of valor
Where only cowardice resides

I will not hurt my manhood
And blemish it spirits

Why must I damage my prepuce
To charm your contempt
Or celebrate your squatting wits
Where your sheath reins
More supreme than your brains