!!LYRICAL's POETRY PAGE!!
D@ 6th D'ciple (LYRICAL-xs)
The Intangible Lyricist
South Paws
THE 
IS MINE
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IF YOU LET ME
I see your heart.
I feel your essences,
how you long for true love
to come in and hold you
with warm and gentle hands.
I come to your side.
Let me ease your pain
and make sweet your days.
I will blanket you
and the dark shall not bring fear
just be one with me
and light shall be your world.
I CANNOT STOP LOVING YOU
I cannot stop loving you
it would mean death
not to see your eyes caress me
if I could not feel you
at my side each night
all would cease
the world would grow cold
under a dark cloud of longing
in this still I could not move
for my heart would refuse
to beat in protest
even divine intervention
would struggle to quell
that unearthly sorrow.
WHERE IS LOVE?
Where is Love?
That elusive creature.
Cunning, yet so rare
Has escaped me.
I have searched to and fro
For that great treasure.
Still, I remain missing
Among a sea of lonely hearts.
Warriors like myself
Who have withstood the test of time
On the battlefield of Love,
scarred, battered, and discouraged,
yet hoping that maybe...possibly...
She could be...If only...but it is in vain,
For she isn't
When guises are removed
And we lie in the naked truth,
Many become afraid
Frightened children running for cover.
Hiding behind flowering defenses and blooming excuses
Until one exists in a jungle of insecurity, fear, and mistrust.
Love does not grow here.
Instead it withers.
So, the Hunt continues for the garden
Where I can plant my seed
And be born again into a world
Where Loves lost are found, wounds do heal,
And love does grow.
LOVE
It is the light
that perforates the dark
and consumes it
with one bold stroke.
It knows no boundaries
borders dissolve into
golden pathways,
pleased at its arrival.
Time pauses in its wake,
and space is
but one of its playgrounds.
Love is an entity
and it feeds
with a ravenous appetite
its weight is crushing
with mores impetus
than a thousand black holes
nothing is beyond its grasp
It will obliterate your heart,
shattering you
like a window in a hurrican
only to remake you
from the pieces that remain.
No one can escape
its ominous grip
even death bows
in love's presence.
WHAT IS IT?
Is it the way the sun rise
caresses her face in the morn?
Is it how the pale light
Of the full moon so perfectly frames
her captivating symmetry
on warm summer nights?
Is it how the wind swirls around
her, gently lifting her,
so that she never touches the ground?
Is it how the jazz carries her in the dance?
Is it how her ethereal smile pleases angesl?
Is it how she invades my every thought,
my very soul?
I wish I knew exactly how,
what magical spell, or method of enchantment,
she used to seduce my soul
and capture my heart.
WHEN I THINK
When i think,
it is of You.
intense thoughts spring
forth from the farthest
recesses of my mind.
In my darkest of hours
i will call upon my
memories of You
to bring light unto my world.
At my greatest moments
You are never far from my thoughts.
Wanting, needing to share myself.
For, without You there is no me
Alone, i am but a shell of a man.
It is You who completes me.
You give me substance.
You make me whole.
TOUCHING YOU
If these words would touch you
may they never cease to flow from this
devoted, adoring mind.
Let them move through
my concious to extend beyond.
May they slide smoothly between
green misty valleys,
soar to kiss the horizon
upon wisely capped peaks,
lay upon sweet streams,
warmed by the sun,
then to topple over complaining falls.
Finally rise to the heavens
expanding the constellations,
the stars forever highlighting your praise.
All this in the hope
of touching you.
SHOULD I?
Mellow tunes fill the air.
Hear the splatter of cool rain
as ominous gray overcast Sunday's hour.
I sit alone in the room
a thousand thoughts rush pass
then you,
like the parted sky
with the bright sun
to lead the way,
your image
paints the canvass a mixture
of love and confusion.
The need, the want
to hold you in my comfort
erasing time and space
with tender conversation,
to bring you here
so you know me
and the desire you invoke.
But, would you respond?
Would you recognize love
and invite heaven to stay?
Or would i be left to hold
my wounded heart in the freezing rain?
Adoring Eyes
It is not me
I am to blame
just because I admire
with a prolonged gaze,
softly sigh while
lustful deeds light my imagination
full color and in stereo
my head becomes
a willing slave
to a primitive force,
eyes not able to blink
intently focused for the ocular tint
the paint of the full lips
anxious to blossom
floating as they rise and fall
the curve of sexy
silhouettes makes me not forget
how much I would
love to embrace the
wonderful vision my eyes behold.
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