Divine Rising (Haiku)

In sheer blue skies,
She stands with pride of the gods,
Her beauty I like.

Hearts To Kiss (Tanka)

A sensual warmth,
Covers soul with honesty:
Heaven within me.
Hearts cleansed in fine honey --
Beats but with one strong rhythm.

Futile Beauty!

When the moon slept,
We wept more,
I wept endlessly,
Even the sun does not have a beauty as her’s,
Her voice mistaken by many for a fine harp’s tune,
Your body admired by all the men in the streets,
A mind only loved by me; the victim of your heart’s numbness.
Your heart cold as steel stole the only warmth I have.
My pride, my wife, and my soul you were in my dreams.

When your eyes closed never to open again
I wept more,
More than everyone you knew
The most expensive jewels cannot match her beauty,
No woman can weigh against the splendor she held;
Her slender hips,
Her luscious lips,
Her immensely proportional body:
Is the pride of a mindless woman!
She was such.

To die in your heart I wished
Tomorrow's promise broke
Today’s misery is all you left
And I kept my heart broken when you lost you.
Unlike the diamonds she wore, her beauty is mortal
Her mind tainted by the wounds of self,
My morn remains unheard at your funeral,
My tears are unnoticed in this rain you’ve left me in,
A hollow heart you had,
A soulless body you carried,
Now I wonder what I saw in you!
Was I blinded by your senseless figuring?

Our Little Immortality

Cascading emotions reign
And soak our hearts in its gain,
Tears trickle down with pleasure again...
As pain divulges a fresh verve of what begun,
A seed, a souvenir of time: this is an endowment of our union.

With a weep of joy
She is revealed with much awe,
She is our endearing toy to cherish without coy,
Years past, days to come we shall embrace her warm say,
Scent of frankincense marks the hour with an endless memory.

In her eyes truth lives on,
Her mind so pure lures grins like the moon’s,
Charming giggles blur our tongues with words unknown,
She speaks glee and flees with mirth; wobbling with every angelic stride’s rising,
Delightful hymns from a world unknown
Yet ones’ soul rhymes in life’s howl for continuation.

A Heart’s Glory (haiku)

Today I woke up,
Thinking about your beauty,
And the heart you hold.

I wondered for long--
Without you in my thoughts,
I felt dead inside.

You alone own my heart
With your glossy scarlet lips,
That I must taste.

Tomorrow will bring
Us much closer than ever
And I’ll kiss your heart.

So pure, so bare
Let the moonshine guide us
To where bliss is queen.

With you I can feel
And heal any known soreness,
My soul you can keep.

Irksome Emotion Device

Its irritating beats
Disturb my sleep...
Without reason it beats,
Like a silent drum, it beats.
Day by day it thumps
And I, a man gives birth to new passion
Whenever I see a queen of
Human splendor, it beats more
And more till I can no longer hide
Its orders that make me man.
Is it my weakness to dance
To the rhythm of its beats?
To my displeasure it beats
And brings me to my knees,
It cries without tears!
It loves that which I hate!
It lives where I don’t belong!
It breathes as I do!
Its weakness is my shame,
Its creed I shall wash in my blood.
When darkness falls...
It is the reason for my black tears,
It is all that I would never wish for
And I’d bestow my soul to exorcise
It from my heathen torso!

Why She Cries

Why do you cry?
Is it the sun?
Did it hurt you?
Is it the rain?
Did it wash your beauty away?
Did the angels forsake you?
Did the night steal your name?
Why do you cry?

Does your heart ache when it beats?
Is it beyond your will to conquer your misery?
Who is to blame for your sadness?
Is it as hard as diamond to tame?
Why won’t you let me cure your soreness?
Why does your heart beat without cause?
Why do you always cry?

Gone is the joy your soul once held
A wound that will grow till infinity
Is all that you’ll ever have...
I wish I can embrace your sorrow as my own,
But my heart belongs to another.
Is this why you cry?

Ashamed of The Sun

A straw into a mind of an awesome summer wonder
Is all my soul seeks in the light of day,
Upon thy shiny skin, it ashen thy sight;
I see not its splendor.

Beaming its odium upon thy mortal soul...
To rise above its fright and kill its core
Is to free yourself from the hands of pain,
Again hearts it shall turn into stone,
Eyes shall drain in its radiance
And souls shall know no love for day.

A fight brought upon by the gods;
A battle between moon and sun will bear more
Sorrow and give birth to no tomorrow,
Galaxies from beyond our own will witness
The age of lifelessness...
The hearts of us will cast not tears to quench
The fire that burns when the victor takes his stand.

Without fear we shall be
Stronger without the sun,
We shall embrace this darkness
Like our child who brings mother to smile...
It shall be,
Man will seek his soul beneath
The ashes of the defeated moon,
His voice beyond the stars,
And his mind in the belief
He holds dearest...

A smoldering kiss shall fall
And all known life shall stall
With the venom of its gall,
Man will question the heaven's wall,
The weak shall fall in this war
And blood will spill in the sacred sand.
Sunlight will bear no life, no hope and harmony.

Sunken by its forsaken madness thy crust shall
Thaw in its fury rays of sheer terror,
I shame the sun that took our name!
I blame the sun that toots till my ears bleed!
Forever I'll lust for the sun that knows love for me!

Adulation of Harlotry Warmth

I seeketh a heart amongst thee,
Saviours of the darkest night,
Seeds of forsaken mothers...
Their bare grace of misery
Is the treat for this, this unfeeling heart
That lives in men’s lifeless chests,
It beats because it morns the fall
Of a love he kept for his sweet wife;
The lone reason for his strife.
By day, we shame them,
Yes, we hate them
And call them harlots!
Yet we live through their silver shadows
And embrace their disgrace with hypocrisy.
Their eyes hypnotise eyes of he that stares
At their iniquity; their only power over strong men.
In streets they wander,
In minds they wonder
Why they are who they are;
Mirrors of life’s essence.
We are to blame...
For we worship each stride they make,
Every curve of their cadaver,
We love like that of our wives.’
Is it because they satisfy our earthly desires,
Smire us with their priced love
And whisk our angst with delight ?
Cry not O’ beautiful one!
I’ll not forsake you,
I’ll hold you till daylight
And they’ll find us as one,
Like honey and milk we shall be,
Your lips as sweet as wine
I’ll kiss them like never before...
O’ bring glee to my lone soul!
Your eyes as warm as wool,
Are the pride of any woman,
In my mind, I’ll love you not
For it is to betray the quintessence
Of my feeling heart...
This is why I seeketh a heart amongst thee.

An Era Of Time

Time freezes moments and the conquered escape as the truth breaks the silence of innocence,

Calling grace she looses face and sinks beneath her spirit's fatal desire to live forever, 

Darkness victors as the lantern lets up the light of life,

The martyred angel rises to sing for the last time in her brief lifetime,

The bosoming cherry tree wilts with the sorrow of loneliness and abandonment its heart possess, 

The black hole pulls the weak in its void of obscurity they who offer resistance are reaped to threads by the Teeth of doom, 

The diamond's immortality jeers at the death of time that remains raped by the moonshine of shame,

Time reap hearts part as it reveals the sealed secrets of the ignored treasures,

Time martyrs without remorse and offers salvation by clotting the minds of the numb and dying spirits,

The final frontier eludes their desire to break the chains of desperation which take toll in the presence of a guardian angel's absence,

The fear of death embraces all that stare at the face of darkness, As the whirl wind strikes the candle light's Life falls victim to its venom, 

The medieval shield against time is annihilated as the lose of grace hallows through the hearts of the Forsaken, 

Step in the realm where everything burns with the darkness of the unmistakable murky light that chases life till The end, 

To live and die is to breathe and weep as time goes by.

A Gory Enchantment

With death before my eyes
I sigh and hope it falls now,
This blood in the snow
Has been shed to relinquish
This hopeless devotion.
The darkness will embrace
My lust to burn in its kill.

A gory stain escapes
From my mind…these weeps
Will bear no delight.
Veins pumping man’s iniquity
Pours more fury in the heart
I once had…
Winds blown by the dead
Dry the gruesome fears
Of life’s long and dark trail.

With this disgraceful odium
Of a life gone wrong
I know I’ll die alone:
Grace will forget my face,
Death will give me one
And pain will offer me its
Promise of the twilight.
I’ll be forgotten by grace
And remembered by wickedness
With all its shame of night.

In this dungeon of spikes
I’ll bleed to slay
My inner desires
To end this thick carnage
My tongue only knows blood
My mind only sees tenderness
Nothing seems right
Here in the fortress of evil
The sovereign of the underworld
Speaks through my bleeding ears.
A heart charred by life’s
Deceptive nature
Will beat with the rhythm of
The dying flurry owl’s howl.

Doused in its spiral wrath
I cannot flee from this confusing supremacy,
My skin melts with this gruesome embrace,
Tonight I’ll feast upon the flesh of this eve,
As daylight stalls this wretchedness
The cracks of my mind smolder
The last bit of breath my soul had…