When Souls Entwine:

Nothing else mattered
As we talked
Of lives and loves
And paths not taken
Of influences and choices
Darkness and light

Energy rebounding and reflecting
Each giving openly, neither taking
A pure moment in infinity
Timeless in meaning

We share our sadness and regret
Our joy and passion
And we laugh
The moments stretch into hours
My life has been touched
As have my heart and soul

Eventually our time ends
As all things must
We held each
And the world stopped
Affection and trust and honesty
Sealed in an embrace

Unknown "The Poet." Inspired - 16 years, 9 months, 17 days ago

How do I feel?
When the red rain falls
And I’m unprotected, exposed and alone

This drowning tide of scarlet despair
Welling from within while assaulting from without
Burns my skin and stains my soul

It hungers to devour me
Consuming hopes and dreams
Dissolving my essence and corrupting my heart.

Some days I could let it
Lost in the promise of misery it brings
Held tenderly in its crimson embrace

The light within me struggles
Through the morass of fear and emptiness
That seeks its eternal enslavement to the dark

On the razor edge of decision
Do I own my pain?
Or will it possess me?

I choose
I accept the storm for what it is
And know it will pass

It is part of me
Deny it and I deny myself
But it will never rule me again

How do I feel?
When the red rain falls
And I’m unprotected, exposed and alone

I tilt my face towards to the turbulent sky
And I smile
For the first time in a long time

I feel alive.

Unknown "The Poet." Inspired - 16 years, 9 months, 17 days ago

Lovers Apocalypse

The air is pregnant
My focus, My reality
Storm rising on the wind

I know you feel it
Nervous energy runs rampant
Your dark eyes glisten

Time stretches unbidden
True magic begins with blood
Shed in lovers arms

Your body awakens mine
Eternally in your thrall
Bound by love and longing

Freely tempest flares
Naked, we cling to what remains
As our world dies screaming
We are lost in each others eyes

Unknown "The Poet." Inspired - 16 years, 9 months, 19 days ago

He is a hero of mine
This man
Born of two worlds
Beneath a Galifreayan moon

Stalking eternity
Judge, jury and executioner
He wactches the weave
and trims the loose threads

His enemies are legion
but so are his friends
His foes name him;
Defiler, Night Bringer, Death Eternal

It is his shadow
The pale horseman that rides in his wake
He knows this and it saddens his soul
but it is unnavoidable
as is his final fate
to die blind and alone
as all true heroes must

He is kind and gentle and awesome and terrifying
The open hand and the closed fist
The champion of Chronos
a light in the dark
and where he travels it is always dark
so very very dark

He has friends and companions yet is always alone
he is alien
but more human than I will ever be

Unknown "The Poet." Inspired - 16 years, 9 months, 19 days ago

This is a poem I wrote about a very vivid dream I had a few months back...

A Moment on the Dance Floor:

The crowded room is primal and alive.
Music throbs and pulses, burning the air with addictive rhythm.
Light scintillates and flashes hypnotically over the press of swaying bodies.
The mingled scents of heat, sweat and longing permeate the enclosed space.
Scores of eyes dart and probe the room, seeking friend, lover, or prey.
She beckons to me from across the seething tide of light. sound and motion.
She is radiant; her beauty and spirit shine and reduce the other women in the room to feminie caricatures.
I go to her and our dance begins.
We move perfectly, thou this our first real dance together.
The rest of the room ceases to exist; there is just the music and us.
We give ourselves to the rhythm. Let it take us where it wants.
Furtive, innocent touches and glances occur between us as we move.
Our eyes meet and lock. Something sparks and connects. A moment is shared.
Passion, joy, desire, caring, fear, sadness and more all collide and threaten to overwhelm me.
I’m almost relieved when the song changes abruptly and the moment is gone.
I don’t understand the meaning behind it. Perhaps I’m not meant to.
It lives in my memory that brief sharing, pure and untainted by careless words or impulsive action.
It will always warm my heart and echo in my soul.
As will she.

Unknown "The Poet." Inspired - 16 years, 9 months, 21 days ago