Authorz: Blissful Anonymity

let me kiss those lips once more, those lips that taste of wine. let it be as gentle as before, the first time you said…

if only i could each day feel your warm embrace kiss your lips under moonlit skies as the cool wind traces your hair if only…

I gaze upon the Crimson thread, this Liquid silk that was My love’s final gift. A while back I stared At its lustrous gleam, My…

morning’s embrace and sunset’s kiss, all for time- each moment seized each word, each line, each twisted rhyme bear silent witness to fires of heaven’s…

thoughts of sunset streaks and dreams of heavens burning too well precede the napalm sleet, all to grant my wishing of angel’s voices that music…

when one has turned each rock and stone, what more is there to see? when one has scars for all thrills conceived, are there adventures…

another day, another choice – cower or speak? a chance to break this feigned repose and find myself inner peace. should i speak the truth…

the dreams that the morning brings, and the fruits of noon’s toiling – all the rush turns to fear, then peace as the sun nears…

the cold of morning rain sends weary chills down my core seeming not content to flush my veins: greedily bores a hole right through. that,…