I have bad punctuation and also I write very odd.

wow I seriously didnt see this coming). I wrote this off of pure inspiration. The only predetermined line was. "We dance upon tears". Lemme know if you see any typos

Oh my lady, waft to me in such a sorrowful prance of the heart. My fair woman, we dance upon tears for our love is not too be long. I do love thee question me not. My dear time is of the essence my life lingers on the stars and it soons to grow dim. We play on devils grounds as we dance in the moonlight . Upon which many who have tasted the forbidden fruit of my nectar , hath fallen prey to my bitter sweet allure. We no different, one of us will die. Tis ok for I know it me and always have I known. Forsaken this from you I have, for I wanted your sweet sweet love beside me. Oh I can feel my mind cry, for it burns as well does my Earth. My dearest, forget me not for I will not forget you. In azure tidings will you flourish; for I am but the spark to your sorrow which a utopia will love you for. Fret not for in time you will see me in others. From one shall thousands come to be. You my lady at the center of all this will inherit nothing but my deepest love. May the petals of azure grow faint in the years for I know they will. Too fall so far, indeed it is necessary and blessed are those who cursed in there time. My love does not falter from your side. It is most strong with you ; my heart for you ar as it was for my lady in her deepest of laments. Watch me die and witness the birth of my immortal mark upon this realm. My brothers and sisters, yet I am before them. In mind we are as one and divided we are only kin by our love for eachother. But I am before them, Know it.

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I like to daydream and write books in my head alot. So far I have like seven books I need to write.


Oh whom that stands upon the most high, let me be heard. Walking the streets, how many times have I really seen someone crying and attempted to comfort them. Oh wasteful tears for those that have no time to waste for those struck by hard times. I find that I myself for all I know, am disgusted by my acts of coldness. For whom is lost and never known nor cries are heard. For those look to the next day as just another day we must endure. Oh quiet thy hearts and quell thy shaking; In deep times it is hard to hear over the hill, the call for anew and love. Not far, yet not soon. Oh blessid is the day when Azure falls from the sky. For that which was lost and forgotten, fall to my arms for in all ones lackings. I love thee.


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On the horizon, there lies a white. Beyond that which is now, beyond the universes egg which is black. An amalgam of rainbows find themself in a neverending change. As we reach for the white, our hands stretched to the heavens, we are all damned to this neverending yet beautiful cycle of us. Ode to that which we do not know for I shed tears undoubdtetly for thee. We do not know yet we will cast you out beyond our self, beyond that which is the norm. Oh my sweet lost love I beckon thee toward me in unconditional love. My words fall on deaf ears and only I am to know ones' heart sweet sweet lament; as you should wallow in despair in my encasing arms. Let me not judge for I am the one who is but a messenger for who's love is like a that of good and bad, yet in ever graceful unison. Indeed we are far from grace, yet I will pick you up and be thy lantern in dark times. Ever watchful I may seem cold yet my heart be filled with an ever questioning love. There is but a glimmer of hope, from which I will cause to become a great light in your eyes'. Become beautiful and ugly. Be one. I will stay here and be as two, in my hands. I will stay damned and be with you for ages.
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mmm My most favorite and alluring subject, that seems to have an unboundless joy and yet such lingering sorrow. Woman, my gift too you is my life. I created this universe because I was infatuated with your undying grace. It seems that I was a gift enough. But across the ages, as we have watched civilizations crumble, we have watched thousands be born. We have seen fire's that rose above mountains yet not a scream was uttered, only a blissful ,ecstasy like feeling rose in the air. Hmm, it seems we are perfect for eachother. I see myself a red yet you try to color me blue. I become softened by you, you make me laugh , I fall to my knees in neverending sorrow. watching petals drop to my knees, all around me scattered like my heart of shattered glass. Savor the moment, would be the wise choice yet, I choose to burn it all away in the dark quiet night; only my soul screams out the loudest. Lady we are meant for eachother, and it is as though this place this space I have made for us to exist and only exist. To make moments become like years and years like seconds. Space is my canvas and it is a never ending repertoire of grandeur that is only sufficed by our deaths. You the ever eternal lover,the bitch , the forever scorned, the beloved mother, my light which has guided me. I before all things created you yet shielded myself in you, or so it seems. Hmm it is the realization that only in death and in eternal death do we find we are at peace and forever together. Perfect. But time and time again we choose to come back from perfection, we choose to go through this cycle which is so hurtful to us; it is a mixing pot of what we are. Though it is ok, for when I find you again it seems that imperfection, even though it seems to still engulf us in it's chaotic haze, it is nothing but like a dream as I stare into your eye's and watch the universe unfold. I curse you for making me imperfect, as I am sure you do the same. But I love you for making me imperfect so that I may see you once more. By death do we part only to find eachother in the end. Indeed dance with me. Dance the time away. Let's go back to the way it was. Let's go back to perfect. Let us see all this and more in what seems like a forever yet was only second.


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he lights flicker, the sound of bombshells exploding on the outside has almost become like a mind numbing element, which has no seemed to become no more than when I listen to people cry to me for hand. It is almost as if I can again hear the birds chirping as I walk to the end of the street and await a horrible "another day at school. Ah yes now to me that is like heaven served upon gold platters. As planes soar overhead and become faint in the black distance which we call the sky, it is almost as if they have clipped the wings and burnt the feathers of what little hope we had left. It's not because I saw people covered in blood, crying for a saviour that I chose this life, nor the time that little girl died in my hands. Like a horrible drawn nightmare..no a night terror is more suitable, I reached to the doors crawling on all fours, with her upon my back I beckoned for help so that she may not die. That night I buried her, and even then my courage was like a dimly lit flame who no man could make rise. For so long..... TOO LONG, have I watched hands reach towards the heavens and call out the name of whom they await. Through all this confusion, poverty, this rotting of our very existence; oh yes it is too long .. much too long. Today as the sun sets and the moon barely makes it's heavenly descent through the deep dark abyss. A monster which has slumbered, will awaken. By morning the sound of war will awaken this beast. Oh call out my name for I have none, and yes I will hand you your salvation for I know your hands are much to burnt and charred, to willingly take it yourself. It was too late at the moment, when I believed to have every ounce of time to get ready for this ....damnation. I can free you from yourself, I said. Then I had no idea, how close it was (falls to a whisper) how far I would fall, until I knew, yes I what I knew all this time. From my very young life did I know. Now watch as I rise like a phoenix in the night, my heart glowing like the sun. oh yes how I will.....die.