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~

Excerpts Of A Daily Life

Can you imagine the sun, penetrating into the pink orange sky it creates, a harsh force of wind, pounding in the trees. The deer running with all it's might. Can you feel the explosion of rain onto your face, your mouth and your hair.

A smooth caress onto my skin. Clutched together in warmth a thick eagerness can be felt emerging. A heart so tender in the dawn, a body so light. There's nothing better than the exchange of an ever sacred passion before the day ahead.

A million kisses to the scent of a rose, the seduction of a warm breath, pleading for a slight caress. Araging flame searching for a calm. Intensity surges as want becomes need. If more was a cloud we'd pass thru to see our heavens. The high of our lives would be in the togetherness apart.

I wonder as I stare into the starless sky, filled with haze and gloom, that where you are, it's clear, and you can see wach and every little sparkle, counting the joys in your life. If there were a star, I'd wish upon a love to cherish. My one true love, for all the children in the world, and for me. I try to grasp the life flowing from the mending hole in my heart. To release my sheild, vulnerable, my fear is that my love is not enough, insufficient for those who need more than I can give.

In the coldest night, would you hold me in your arms and not let me go? We'd be as one in the light, swaying moments. For a second it'd be still, there'd be a oneness. A slow caress to sooth the aching soul. Longing for more...sensing a stinging desire.

Moonlit Verandah

The moon stared at me last night, it showed it's light upon my life. I looked up into it's face and I felt it. I felt it's rays from my heart. I felt that inspiration sprouting from my veins. I wanted to run into a great abyss and stare. I could almost feel it's warm embrace.

I dont know what to say.

How does one respond to a heart that touches the depth of the soul? It searches for an answer that cannot be found. It yearns for the missing caress. One that will never be reached. How tragic of life to finally find what it's always been longing for. After all this time. After so much that cannot be changed, that may not want to be changed. Are we destined to be without? Are we destined to watch our dreams pass by while our choices area lived?

Perhaps it's an illusion that fades with the color it brings. The ease of it's comfort just as the ease of it's pain.

What ever happened to the love that we made, the ones that we created? They are there to remind us of what we once held, together. How could it ever be that it floated away. Where did it go? Will we ever find it again?

Why is it that we cannot find the answer to our moving desires, the wind that twirls, the air that chokes when we sit alone, searching, telling the stories that abandons our fear.