Darkness falls...

Daylight shows what daylight knows…
It’s society’s friend.
The bearer of obvious truths.
Daylight speaks without talking…
It’s lovers’ foe.
The bearer of right and wrong.
When darkness falls…
Lovers fall.
Daylight knows not of the truths…
That only darkness keeps.
It’s a blindfold…
No questions asked.
Just answers…
Spoken without speaking.
Speaking without talking.
You succumb to darkness…
Wishing…half-wishing daylight would break in.
Love is darkness.
Love is blind.
Yet you close your eyes…
Losing sight of doubt, inhibition, fear.
You reach out…
Logic, philosophy…out the window.
Abandon approval, validation, obligation.
The world suddenly seems insignificant.
The world could end…
But the kiss will linger.
Like the chorus of angels.
It’s just you and the one person…
Whose smile could damn well break your heart.
And as lips meet…
Stars collide.
Cease all thought.
Elevate all senses.
You know not, but you feel.
Darkness.
The thief that steals your soul.
A kiss.
The thief that steals your breath.
Goodnight.
The thief that stole your heart.

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Desensitize

Hands. Lips. Sighs.
Scents enfolding, enticing, desensitizing.
With deliberate strides he enters…
The room.
Curtains sashaying in the breeze…
From the open window.
The Air…
He breathes deeply.
Her skin…
Gleaming as the soft moonlight kisses the surface.
Eyes closed.
Sights blazing.
Craving, slaving, moisture trailing.
Whispers of evangelic thunder!
Lightning striking, then subsiding.
Fires licking, taking, devouring.
Midnight.
In the forest of intrepid dreams…
Lost, wandering, but found.
Burning, yearning, but calm…
As a river.
Smooth, slender…tender.
Dying…in pure bliss.
It comes…
And comes again…
Scents engulfing, electrifying, desensitizing.

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Syndicated Reality

I know, I think, I feel, but what can I do?
I speak, I try, I fall, but is that a fault?
I smile, I laugh, I dance, but why do I falter?

The truth, the lies, the incessant cries…
Echoes in distant decibels in my mind.
Enough said, enough done, enough thought…
But enough is never enough…

More than enough is never enough.
Wants, needs, whims, creeds…
A lifestyle of unsatisfactory deeds.
Drain, feign, strain…the incumbent circumstance.

Beauty…a syndicated vitality.
Loyalty…a syndicated sanctuary.
Love…a syndicated casualty.
Where do I belong…why does fate prolong?

I think I know…
But I know nothing at all.
I drive myself to recklessness…
Not caring, not sharing, just staring…

Into a subterranean void.
It seduces me to nothingness.
Rather feel nothing, numb, dumb…
Than foolish, suicidal, insane.

Shhh! Shut up! I need to work here!
Can’t concentrate, deliberate, cooperate…I fear!
Come here…let me tell you a secret.
Hold me, mould me, scold me, tease me, abuse me…

Make me believe…a syndicated truth.
Make me hope…for a syndicated tomorrow.
My heart bleeds…for a syndicated reality.

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My Ghost...

"If I go away
What would still remain of me?
The ghost within your eyes?
The whisper in your sighs?
You see...Believe
And I'm always there." - Jon Oliva

My Ghost never leaves me...He is always there watching me...
At night when I sleep...in the morning when I awake...
He's been there for years...whispering into my ear...
Holding my hand...keeping me warm in His embrace...
I lie awake at night...and we can talk for hours...
About life, about dreams, about hopes, about what-ifs and what-could-bes...
We play, we touch, we laugh, we fight, we hurt each other...
But there is always that invisible string...
That keeps our hearts, our souls united...
My Ghost knows all that I am, all that I want to be...
He knows my fears, He knows my needs, He knows my innermost desires...
He wipes away my tears when I grieve for our loss...
He is my strength in every moment of weakness...
He knows what every beat of my heart longs for...
I cannot exorcise what I choose not to...
I cannot teach the heart abandon...
I cannot find answers to my questions...
It's complicated...A web of incomprehensible thoughts...
Yes, my Ghost knows the answers...but He says nil...
No, I don't know what He is thinking...but He knows exactly how my mind ticks...
But He says nil...but He says nil...

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