Speak

Speak the words.
I seek your face.
Finding my place
in torn worlds.
Let your love
surround me
and save me
from the pain
from the bitterness.
Create a resounding love
that echoes on
until the end of time
And I forever will
hold you close
near the deep chambers of my heart.
Wake me
from my deep slumber.
Open my eyes.
Give me warmth
of your love.
And speak the words
I've waited my whole life to hear
Show the face
that holds the beauty
of a thousand goddesses.
Always pure,
always divine.
My blood runs
on it's course
on its way
to it's purpose.
To love
and never stop.
To care
and always hope.

What Is It?

What is love
without it's sacrifices?
It's promises to be kept?
It's rules and beliefs?
What is it
without giving more than taking?
What is it
but to do anything just to make the other happy?
Or feel appreciated
despite
his or her own imperfections?
What is love
but to care for,
and never do anything to hurt
the one you say you love?
What is love
without selflessness?
What is it
that makes you content?
What is it
you value the most?
What is it
that matters to you more?
Feelings made felt?
Appearance?
What is to love?
Than to give up
more of yourself,
more of your pride,
your dignity
just so you can give the one you love
what he or she truly deserves?
What is it?

I'm Still Here

I'm still here,
loving you so dear.
Remembering the day
I first saw you.
Remembering the way
I felt when I found out I loved you.

Let me fall for you
my love,
over and over again.
Like the crashing waves coming in.
I'll still be here
waiting for everything to begin.

I'll give
every ounce of blood
every drip of sweat
every pint of shame
every bit of my strength
for you.
But only for you.
I'll live the lengths
of everyday
giving you a glimpse
of what we had
and what I want us to have.

Keep me here,
it is where I want to be.
For the rest of my days.
Your love is the only love
I would ever long for.
Your face
the only one I want to see.
Your hands are the only ones
I'll hold on to so dearly.

I'll be what you need,
I'll be what everyone cannot be.

There are many things
I have yet to say,
many things
I have yet to do.
Teach me the ways of your heart.
Show me the ways of your mind.
Lead me to where your soul resides.
Show me where the pain hides
and let me be the one
to keep you going,
keep you living,
fighting,
loving.

Hurt, Fight, Love.

The face that haunts my soul.
The fact that stops my breath short.
The one who distorts love,
belittles my dignity,
my reason
and my existence.
Washes off
every memory I have planted.
And vanquishes
memories of tomorrow's happiness.


It plays over
and over again.
That night
that set my heart ablaze.
When everything seemed so right,
turned wrong.
By this joke of a man.
Cowardly, yet wise.
Evil lurks in his veins.
Wanting to end
the greatest good
of what my life could ever have.


Destroying as he goes,
he never stops.
He's always there,
where I used to be.
Taking my own throne.
Taking the very reason
of my being.


I'll fight,
til there's nothing left
to fight for.
No, not even then
will I stop loving.
For it is the only thing
that I know how to do.
And she is the only person,
I could ever love,
could ever hold in these arms of mine
and call my own.


I'll give and die.
Wanting no less than her joy.
Wanting to be the reason,
wanting to be the one to sacrifice
everything that I hold dear.
She'll have me
always.

In For A Fight

I hold my heart
in my hands.
I'll show it to the world
and then I'll show them you.
I'll tell them
"The two are the same.
One
is much a part of me as the other.
Take my heart away,
and I'd still breathe.
Take her away
and my heart will have no use."

I'll go through all the pain,
drop every tear,
live every agonizing second,
every haunting day,
and each lasting hour
fighting for you, my love.

Once

I walk
in a path of evergreen.
Not believing what I have seen.


The air,
that light breeze.
The light
passing in
and out
of the trees above.
Reminding me of the light
I saw in your eyes.


Birds are singing
what seems to be a single tune.
My ears
clinging on
to every note
and every pause.
They're singing with a cause.
Again, reminding me of you
speaking words of love.
Sounding right and true.


Belief,
that everything will come out pure.
As coal does going through flames
before giving out that glow.
That inner glow
and incinerating passion.
That desire
for one's longing arms,
longing for the safety
and the love it brings,
once again.
Once more.
Feeling in,
reaching out.
Holding on
for all it's worth.
Arms out,
reaching,
searching for you
in pitch black darkness.
Searching for that light
that glows in your heart.

Dreams

In my dreams you'll stay.
In a house filled with boxes
of good memories.
But in the basement,
along with the furnace,
dust,
insects and webs,
lies the pain.
The haunting events
and words and such.
A poorly lit room
by the light of my own tears.
No truth lies there,
except the fact that you left.
And I am here alone.
Pondering, looking for all reasons why,
you sang with me
but couldn't sing hallelujah.
All those late nights,
all those days.
I never really had you.