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A Sunday in May

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Looking around, I can feel you near Your silent touch stroking my heart The soul that I long to share For so long that splendor has been Tempting fate with hints pleasure With visions of beauty With what can be How sweet you will taste In your arms, I feel complete Your moist lips touching mine Your soft hands so secure The rhythm of your heart flowing through my veins Echoing in my dreams Controlling my every move I have longed to feel you again To dive inside heaven and become one One life One heartbeat Our bodies exploring every inch Every crevice Our sweat drowning every fear Your shallow breath so pure So innocent Your curves guiding me through your maze Your ecstasy my pleasure Your love, our happiness

After the Static (A new piece from my Zombie Epic)

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Tempting transgressions flow through my veins Opening doorways into my depths Allowing me to feel again Every possibility I cross, a lifetime yet to explore A truth left to discover Words of pleasure spiral from my mind My invisible desires in bloom My thoughts alive with cravings of things unsaid Of experiences undefined The fabric of my dreams littered with the unknown With anguish With laughter With you A heart so pure A love so complete So tangible that I cry thinking of your first breath The piercing pain of my loneliness runs deep At times almost unbearable Yet, everyday, my heart yearns for this journey to end For our new life to begin When the hell we are enduring will disappear That is, if we can survive

Dreams

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Our dreams are fleeting Leading us through a maze of unknown and delight Sometimes our only escape What would we do without these mirrors? Let our hearts and souls rot? Without dreams, we have no hope No goals to achieve Trapped in the inferno We would be an empty void Blind to the subconscious world that creates us For many they are active Memories of the avenues The parades The loves A humanity much greater than ours I would hate living in a world without dreams A fate worse than death My mirror is focused My dreams alive What about yours?

The Mouth

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I actually broke down and started working on my poetic Zombie Epic again, hopefully, in time I will get motivated and finish it. The almighty spoke and the earth trembled Thou shall drive the infidels into the Chasm of Flame Their sins cleansed at the hand of the father The Great Beast opened his mouth at the base of the mount And laughed at their despair (Jehovah 7.28) My children… My flock… Behold the mighty beast His teeth glistening in sunlight, waiting for our offering The purification of the heretics is at hand We must show them the light The way of our father Look There are three nonbelievers at the mouth Look at their disregard for the Great Beast Praise god for allowing us the ability to watch their refinement To watch them repent at the hand of the father Their salvation lies before them Praise be, our congregation will grow Soon, we shall discover more sinners awaiting baptism along our path Their will broken by the deception of faith We must rise up and show them the ...