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Carried On The Winds Of Virtue

Carried on the winds of virtue

My heart breathes hardly a sigh,

Whilst I ride out this loveless mystery

Hardly knowing why

 

The rains of this wild tempest

Have just begun

As I try to unravel desperately

The tragedy that was spun

Across the strings of my heart

Where you reigned

Across the strings of my heart

Where courage feigned

 

I know not why

This fate was ever sealed

Or how it broke the heart

I thought had healed

 

But in the end they say

Are better things to come;

Renewal and growth

Promised by Love’s oath

 

To those that surpassed the weakness of some

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You Are The Only One

You are the only one

Who makes my heart rise

And fall slowly;

The only soul that has ever

Really known me.

 

I’ve never come to love so much;

Now I can hardly bear to be

Separated from your touch.

 

You are the energy that helps

Me breathe freely;

At night when we caress

I can finally sleep easy.

 

Please don’t ever fall

For the kindness of a stranger;

The road is full of lust

And leads only to danger.

 

Just remember that

I am always here by your side

 

I will always love you

And that cannot be denied.

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Worse Spells Out Woe

I suffer ineffably for you

For what you claimed

You have put me through

But how canst thou know it?

For what was assumed to

Have been the worst,

Only became worse still;

Now I am falling deeper

Into this pit of ill will

My woe still monsters itself thus;

What have I but demons of fear and mistrust?

It shines its snarling face at me and withers away thenceforth;

Now of my greater worries are the Devil and his cast iron pitchfork.

Blacker still from all this

Suffering and strife,

I grit my teeth relentlessly,

Vowing to hold onto my life

To hold onto all the better

Memories we shared,

Reminding me that

Through all this turmoil

There is an angel who will have me spared.

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Victim Of A Love Theft

How could you think

I’d not take this to heart?

If you could see me now

You’d see I’m falling apart

 

And yet the wind still blows

Over the heart where

You made your home;

But now it’s time for you

To pack up your things and go

 

For too long I have resided

In this hopeless fear

Of losing the love

I have always wanted near

 

But it seems that she

Lost herself first and left;

Without even knowing

Our love became a victim of theft

 

To what cause or power

I cannot conceive;

My mind always struggles,

But in my heart I have always believed

 

That love will always overcome

The battle that we enter

When we find the right one

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Uncovering Truth

I took something out

From inside of me,

Displayed it there

For all to see:

 

A reinvention of myself

In an unrecognisable form;

A re-evaluation of the

Perceived social norm

 

It became a construct

Of my own imagination,

As I fell in love

And discovered what lay

Underneath its foundation:

 

Purpose, identity, life and truth;

Until I dug further and uncovered myself at the root.

 

I sought to look no further but

Understand that the change had been disguised;

Now I am its embodiment, revealed before naked eyes.

 

My lover was my muse, my soul’s purpose

And reason to live:

She gave me an understanding

Of the love that I could give

 

And so I went forth,

Changed by knowledge and truth,

Believing that this incredible discovery

Has not been of vain self-pursuit.

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The Only Love I know

It seems you have become the vital ingredient

To the mixture of my life;

Without you there is neither colour nor perfection

And I struggle to remember what it feels like to be alive

 

For when you are with me, you fulfil me

The picture is whole again

Yet you don’t realise that behind these brown eyes,

Ulterior motives doth lie

 

I never meant to be secretive,

Harbouring mal intent to cut you down

I never wanted you to second-guess me,

With heavy interrogatives furrowing

Deep into your brow

 

It is just that I love you, truly and deeply

I always hope and wish that somehow you would accept me

 

Yet that is a step I am unwilling to take;

Its execution would be murderous,

Undoing the brilliant friendship

That we have made

 

And so the story stays the same;

Loving women is always part of the game,

Losing them is what I most fear,

In solitude I shed a tear,

For it is always them that

I want to draw near

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She

How I long for her soft femininity,

feeling her arms wrapped tightly around me

and the warmth of her breasts pressed against my chest…

this is the feeling that I love best

 

And surely my touch is still imprinted upon them, not left

unscoured by the hands of men.

For how can such coarseness dare to embrace such a lady as she?

Never did I even hope, nor imagine in vain,

that her lover would be me.

 

Nothing as tender will surpass this gentle creature,

nor cliches overbear her fame;

this is the woman I have come to know and love

and the shape of my heart resembles her name.

 

And her name resides with mine and this is how

it will forever be; softly loving and passionate,

my dearest, affectionate she.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Primal Nature Vs Primal Desire

I don’t know what it is,

But that your primal nature

Seems to meet my so primal desire

 

You wander like a lonely animal

That is far from home,

Looking damaged and threatened,

With nowhere to go

 

Sometimes it is as if you know this,

Allowing the fear and uncertainty

To embrace every fibre of your being

 

Except you have me

 

So when you feel alone and

That you don’t belong,

Look to me because I’ll be holding on,

Making sure to never let go

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Loveless Devotion

Why oh why did you

Have to sink your claws

Into me and toss my heart

Into the open ocean?

For now I am drowning

In this loveless devotion.

 

Sail away, sail away

Back to your distant shore;

I no longer want to be anchored,

Or tied down to this wretched moor.

 

It is time that this ringed clasp,

Which has now become so remote

Harked back to its owner

With whom my heart tragically broke.

 

October 2011