Where?

Which way is it looking? This life of mine?
Is my search too extensive, is my hope too large?
What is it that i look to find?
Is that why I have not found what I seek?
The love songs ring in my ear, in a language I cannot comprehend for it seems so foriegn to me.
Who am I saving my kisses for? And where is he? Why does he not appear to me?
How much longer must I wait to realise what my purpose here is?
My head is churning, my heart is choking on the emptiness.
Is it the cry of realisation that I hear?
If I could turn the if's and thens, would there be grubs or beautiful greens to grow?
To live in the past only proves that there will never be a future.
But what is the future if there is no past to prove?

In And Out Of Love

If I had wings, I'd fly with your soul

In and out of Love

No doubt we all search and follow our hearts

Into and out of Love

I would never need anything more than to take that journey with you.

If one day you find, that you can journey no more,

I'd be there, to hold your heart, your soul,

In or out of Love

If I could show you the depths of my heart,

Would you fly with me?

Into and out of Love

~echez~

Heaven!...or Not...

Do they smile at you? These eyes that look into the stars with a longing desire so bitter. The flickers of it's candle cradles your smiles and asks your heart why it cries.

The craters in your heart fill with a mud that you cannot remove, nor reverse, they've created a pattern on your wall. They cannot be erased yet you feel a sudden comfort. You cannot find the North you're looking for.

It's hard to bear, the essence of deceit, reeks with a stench that trails for miles. Do you laugh to mask the hurt?

Do you believe that it will go away? Like a tail it will follow you, until you find yourself falling in the wind.

The cloud so thick now, so grey with a pain you cannot depict. It will last until the next moon shines.

For Now and For Never

If you saw the earth from the sea below, would you scream and shout or drown your sorrows in the salt of horrors.
We breath the whispers of air and you feel it as you swallow the truth you created.
Our hearts slither back and forth, wanting, urging, pleading yet not able to have, the consequences boil, ever ready to spill.
Was taking what you wanted worth it's essence? Has all this become a nothingness that will be forgotten in the time that inevitably follows?
Was their foundation enough a strong hold? To bring the future into the now?
There is nothing now, not a hope to forward bear.
How much does it take for one to see, immediate joys are never worth it's future consequences.
Until that day comes, we will never be able to accept the present.
To sacrifice what you do not need for what you already have, have you weighed out their worth?
It is me who will watch the lives I destroy, with my own two eyes, and a heart I will never forgive.

Do You Believe in Magic

Why do we encounter such unbearable circumstances,
In which we suffer to accept.
Can we see the righteous from the wrong?
So many things things seem so easy from the counter which I stand
Yet I seem to have a view from above the arc
Telling me the center is not of me.
Not until the love of life
The matching soul in this universe appears in my living dream.
So does this wine enhance my troubled mind?
Or does it weary my determined soul.

In this little space of change, how do you reach for something that's not there?
How do you ask for something that hurts your heart.
What do I see in his grey green eyes that cloulds the thoughts I hold so dear?
At the expense of love and a heart I fear.
Through an aching passion that I urge to extinguish,
Yet what justifies an unhappiness which stems from love.
How much is hope worth to call it the saviour to what's lost; - what can and will be lost.
Surely it's worth's more than regret that fills the mass of shining stars.
How sure is sure that falters in it's sparks of certainty?
For that the intertwine of such intense of intellect, what could possibly alter the happiness induced.
I cannot say.

~zeue~

116

There is so much I long to see, so much I long to have. Dont they tell us that longing for someone or something means that we are not appreciating what we already have? The vows we made, we took the risk of forever, knowing that there would be no turning back, but now we turn our heads to look, and long.

For what is the true meaning of love "which alters when it alteration finds...".

SONNET 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

~Shakespear~