DEATH OF A ROSE
My happiness radiates through my smile
And I bloom like the glorious red rose.
This love I share with you in today,
I’ll carry with me through all tomorrows.
The very essence of your soul,
Quenches me through its flowing river.
But too soon your blood runs cold,
And the rose begins to shiver.
But the sunshine of your love,
Soon again peers through all the clouded haze.
The rose begins to bloom again,
This time to be burnt in your careless blaze.
My thorns pierce through your immoral flesh
And draw the venomous blood of a liar.
But reflecting on our once innocent love,
The rose gets burnt in the fire.
It hurts me to think there once was a day
When within you I held such trust.
Yet now my petals turn to blood
And my stem and thorns to dust.
Say goodbye to the blushing rose
And all the elements of.
I was burnt by your malevolent fire,
In the cremation of our love.
Given a choice of destiny,
To overlook the days to come,
To see our lives together,
To see you and I as one.
I’ve often dreampt
And I’ve often wept,
Just hoping we’ll be together.
And no hands of fate
Will ever change
This love for you I’ve kept.
My love for you can penetrate
The deepest darkest night.
Ever flying and everlasting,
A golden display or ecstasy
Soaring forever on its beautiful flight.
If only I could find you.
If only I knew how.
To weave a web of intimacy
To hold you as of now.
Yet I fear I will have to wait
Until fate says the time is right.
My heart awaits this destiny
Through every day and night.
You are the one
You are the soul
To take us two
And make us whole.
May 12 1989
The devil incarnate boils the milk of human kindness.
He triumphs in his treachery and deception.
He victimizes the angelic and spits venom on goodness.
Wreaking havoc with his wanton malice
He devastates the divine spirit that could have saved his soul
A fallen angel of deviltry creates a diabolical rhythm in his heart of stone.
Who now would dare to chisel love onto his breast,
Only to be submerged into abysmal hell.
Devoid of all emotion, the epitome of tyranny.
A wandering, savage desperado with an appetite for destruction.
A ravenous desire to devour the innocent and befriend the guilty.
Only to rot in solitude.
Scorching the earth and charring her remains,
The beast seems unconquerable.
He lurks across sentiment blind to its existence.
He torments emotions in an interminable masquerade.
Yet he fails to acknowledge his own mortality.
How much longer can he tramp across her tenderness,
The truth that states, goodness in invincible
And benevolence always triumphs,
The nighthearted beast will perish in flames
Of his venomous fire- never knowing the ecstasy of love.