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Saturday, March 29, 2014
Ode to Him
This is the first post for the month of April. Is one poem per day for the month of April, I don't know if I can make it, so I shall try.
This one was inspired by my muse. Once he reads this, he will know.
Ode to Him
What an enchanted creature he is!
Flawed and broken, yearning for nothing.
He is careless and for that I adore him.
His voice penetrates every fiber of my being.
With every note and every tone he sets the mood of our destruction.
Destroyer of dreams...
ruiner of realities;
all within him gracefully displayed.
His words sharp and shining.
With every breath he is everlasting.
Thousands of past lives unites us,
thousands of miles separates us from the present;
Yet, it is him whom I long for, no other.
What a magnificent specimen he is.
Damaged, intertwined in madness.
Dangerous and inviting.
His thoughts pressing upon my breast
his revelations delivered with such precision,
he is focused and for that he's wholesome.
A lone wolf warrior,
encompassed in silence.
I find myself longing to escape inside of him,
I long to seek his true nature and revel in it.
Lo and behold!
Admire what he's become!
For what he is you shall never be.
Dreams of nightmares of the near end of days
overshadow his fair existence.
And so he lays awake,
overthinking,
always keeping secrets.
And I lay beside him on our deathbed,
through the fire,
through the fountain of life,
after it is all done,
there will only be the two of us.
In his hour of darkness I come.
In my hour of darkness he comes undone
just for me,
because he understands my dark needs;
and I desire his darkly dreamy urges pressed upon me.
And though he is tainted
by the carelessness,
this will only bring me closer to him.
Oh, how I long to feel his daggered words penetrate my brain once more!
How intrinsic he is,
and I bask in his whole existence,
because I want to and I can.
I shall devour him,
I shall let him devour me
while we whisper to the wind
we are never ending and everlasting.
Inside, I trust his madness
outside I cast out his enemies,
Are we the same, one encompassed within each other?
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