Blacks howling

You are the Rainbow Eucalyptus on a sun toned hill,

Oh, the bewilderment of such pious colors,

I do live there, on days of darkened sky,

On days of a gloom who not perish,

I see thee as soft sunshine through soft rain,

Living as a reminder of the tenderness of this world,

As January summer, To as is winter December,

You are not mere gemstone, but living embodiment of betterment,

To say such a way as in to fail not in healing thine soul,

To mend broken places long forgotten,

And become a hero as was intended,

For villainous thoughts are bred from a hero's yield,

Whom refuses to tend thineself in that moment,

Who surrenders to hate instead of staying other's binding,

I gave into hate,

And you my love are such reminder,

That love is not woven in pretty words to sweet surrender,

But an unyielding indomitable spirit saying to the dragon....

You

Are

Not

Big

Enough.

I have seen the hue of the moon and stars,

They pale in thy eyes whom reach as far,

Those gems stir me in more of a manner,

Given mental hammer, oh how I stammer,

My speech is sturred and my face blushed,

The heat in myself is stirred and rushed,

For I am turned and ever feverish,

How she speaks and I recieve her,

And alas if my words falter my love,

I hath seen demons trill thereof,

With lack of love and darkness bound,

Chased around by hellish hound,

Seen the smiles of devilish grin,

Where it wins, the devils sin,

But to hold darkness and create light,

That is a sight,

From amber jewels come acts of purity,

Words of kindness and maturity,

I feel almost lacking,

Jaw slacking,

At the awe and magnificence,

At our grace and eloquence,

I even jest at I may not be enough,

But even this folly is rebuffed,

I returned to it with such fervor,

To say as such I heard her,

So she may forever very wild.

I have seen the eyes of despair and lonely,

Who begs with soft kisses to be your one and only,

It comforts and takes while it slowly sips sanity,

It wrinkles the face and clouds the mind in vanity,

It fights hunger, family and friends,

It will never give you amends,

It is the slow drowning without frowning in public space,

The bitter sweet nostalgic taste,

Of wine that soured to soon,

The look upon stars and crescent moon,

To wonder when it will end.

I wish to love you in front of them loudly,

So they can see the lack of theirs so soundly,

To see effervescent glow as iridescent snow smiled on you,

Where they lacked to give, failed to touch a soul as sapphire blue,

Due to a mental variant, or polluted experience however small,

They didn't give it all, I am the sewing in weave of broken bones, one and all,

From your broken heart, and faulted song whoever along I take them on,

I will mend as they were mine, and sheen them to once again be new,

Because the magic of fairies had been ruined and viled,

Where anger and sadness like a damn complied, 

I will be the one to end it all, so tears are only in happiness,

And hugs in abundance so your healing heart may once again sing,

So we will finally be free.

In search of gold we lost our diamonds,

Now we relive the past behind us,

Sleeping beauty now in horror screaming,

No longer magic we are believing,

A past haunts like future endeavors,

It chains us, trying to bind in forevers,

As true loves kiss, it holds its place,

Flustered beautiful face to face,

But those Diamonds were not gone,

They hung above all along,

Holded hand without revery,

Broken hearts no longer emery,

Lost is Hades to faded memory,

Oh to find her my Persephone,

Perfuming bliss and memory,

Like hands that held all along,

Chorded notes illuminous song,

Styx on sticks, drumming loud,

It ran, it ran away the clouds,

Now the moon shies on,

True love was never gone.

Man it's been a journey. Moving, heartbreak, dropping an old account due to the poems and thier memories. I regret it, removing them but it did help the healing. Now I'm back to writing and I hope you all will again enjoy it.

Oh to see that journeys end,

Fathom phantoms bend,

Illuminatious hands on neck and then,

With torque sounda of cracking,

Finding my resolve lacking,

To see the woes stacking,

Like pluming books burning,

And reader woefully yearning,

Blighted memory again returning,

Of times green hue loved you,

Now a lack of sound dreadfully new,

Whose tendrils silence cuts through,

But we grew,

To see the world of it all,

To see her so very small,

To hear that journeys eternal call,

Back to who is you...

It took a long time to heal, feel like I was me again. I'm sorry for all the poetry that I lost. But slowly I'll write more not for some one who didn't deserve the love I filled in her cup. But my soul who is finally free. Thank you.for all the messages, encouragement, and friendly people who got me here. It has been a hell of a journey. From a poet to all of you hurting out there...it is temporary. I promise.