cymbals and the concubines of hope

and now that i am plunged in ur folds this warm morning;

growing afternoon in the shade of ur lashes;

my seed joyously rushing all over my body into you

my face buried deep within the curves of your neck

and ur body like a serpent's next to mine;

ancient gyrations, ancient pleasures

let me fill up my heart in love;
let me offer it with my tears to you;
let my soul be cracked open,
to be laid at ur feet today...

and let ur lily toes kick away the cinders of my mortal fire;
my passion;
my blood red flower;
my lily that bleeds
take me, make me yours this morning
that i may see the afternoon through the shade of your lashes;

im bleeding..someone would rememeber me as a forbidden memory

nobody remembers me the way i want to....

i leave greived

if only anybody saw these things...if only my prayers were answered....if only my madness found a home, if only i could fly, if only i could love her the way i wanted to......

God im so sorry,

i am so angry

and i am very angry, nothing's gone my way, is a wrong sacrilegiou thing to say, im happy ur there,
im very very sad,
i guess i ll live with it, hurts every moment, and hurts pretty bad,
let me break free lord, lemme escsape, im sorry, im very very sorry...
so very sorry...

i am done ..s about time i realised,,,i am done

the elegies

wide lovely black eyes

long black hair

smiles that bring to my mind

fresh pomegranates in the rain

she'll never be mine, no

and she'll remain a picture on the walls of my mind,

o' gypsy heart of mine, y must we crave a home, or a steady sun,

the cold and the frosts are mine, that's our realm, our ice cold realms,

we shall swim in our world in the fogs, and lakes and placid pines

when she has gone following her path;

and i am lonely again,

and when the ice shall melt my heart