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.
Snowflakes settle on the windshield
To the west the sun turns a golden hue,
And the trees point their icy fingers
To help me find my way to you.
Smile on my face
But my spirit rides the setting sun
I’ve become addicted to your evilness,
Your scorching lies and deception.
Our river of love once flowing
Has frozen in the bitter snow,
And even the current beneath the ice,
Now begins to cease its flow.
Your evil temple blocks the sunset
As I enter with bewilderment.
I go searching in its maze-
For you and your rocky torment.
When I look into your eyes,
I see the only love I’ve known.
And I’m here to try once again
To chisel through your heart of stone.
SPEAK OVER THE WIND
When the wind sleeps,
She is listening to your whispers,
And she believes in those dreams
That you speak of so softly.
When she wakes,
And howls in your ears,
She is encouraging you to speak louder than her
So that your dreams may be heard.
The eagle flies out of my reach.
His wings spread across the skies,
Obscuring my vision of anything else,
Searching me with his piercing eyes.
Calmly soaring within my vision,
Do my eyes see what is real?
Or just a symbol of my dreams
Eagle, please tell me how to feel.
I need your mighty wings around me
And the love of your spirit so divine.
You already fly with my soul,
Eagle, when will you be mine?
TO FLY WITH THE EAGLE
Walking alone in the silence
I thought I heard the eagle cry
Seeking the messiah, I gave him my soul-
I’d never seen him fly so high.
With my soul he flies to the sunset,
I close my eyes as my spirit sings.
I feel a flutter of wind in my hair-
As I am engulfed by his mighty wings.
He carries me into his nest
But will this, that I am dreaming come true?
Can he sense my hunger,
Eagle, when will I fly with you?