Well, things have been interesting lately I suppose. Have a lot of work on myself to get done, and that will take a long time as well as dealing with rules beset by the gov. and stubborn docs...making things take longer than they should and resisting me on my goals...but i am going to get there slowly but shortly. Currently my mood is preventing me from elaborating on what this "issue" is.

As the moon eclipses the sun, I am left as mere Penumbra
A shadow of lost hopes, lost loves
Where clear skies and diamondine stars once lit the heavens as way-fires to guide lovers in embrace
Now these fires dwindle to cinder and cloud sight with the soot of dying faith
A faith worth having, but to costly to hold as they once had.
The words that were once a requiem of angels now curse my every existence.
“I love you”.
Words in rapture that leave me shaken to ruin
These words now strike my heart with the venom of the vilest of serpents and shatter the very foundation of my soul.
It courses through these veins like Greek-fire to burn happiness away like flesh to charred bone.
By it and my persistence of love leaves my heart broke and wracks my life and cuts it in twain by a pendulum of emotions
Now left for gut and blood to fall to the depths of the darkest pits, I am no more
It twists my sanity to no end and damns my further to my darkest of despairs.
One may say to step out of this ink that blankets me, but alas, this is my Hell, my eternity.
My burden to hold so true, as if Atlas would no longer be cursed to bear his weight.
But to be burdened to broken hearts is to bear it with broken bones.
And like the columns of old, these too will crumble beneath such weighty sorrow, and I await the call of the Hell, solemn.

I stood in the dark
feeling torn apart
as if body was broke
and my soul a cruel joke.

Desperate now I flew
Trying to do all I knew
As if possessed by fear
and knowing God I could not hear

Blood, the precious elixir of life. It flows to each pulse of the heart. For what it is and what it does bring are wonders; a miracles, as it unites flesh and soul, and boils to steam with love and hate. When it is anew, bright and vibrant for life as a lush crimson rose about to blossom to such splendor. When it is to be taken, it is a darker crimson meant as a ward against death as if the thorns of a rose to keep fools from rushing in to pluck too irrationally or without reason.
Blood, it flows gently but quite firm to each beat of the heart in perfect harmony. So similar this is to Lady Luna’s hymn to the ocean to tide. As the moon wax and wanes so does the waters of the world move back and forth to the rhythm of Her hymn. A natural order seen in a greater miracle, for not only does the blood unite flesh and soul, but the whole world if one would only look, If we would even listen. If you would hear it, you would hear the sounds of a drum beat. A beat to keep the legions of war in step as they march on what they were engineered to hate. Each step crushing life and stone beneath their demonic feet. Soulless empty creatures with dark hearts and black blood containing but one purpose as our nemesis, to bring death. Or the beats of a joyous dance to quicken pulse, further speeding up the rhythm cycling through an array of exotic and erotic emotions until hearts form an embrace and beat in unison. A dance of both love and lust, of flesh and soul.
Blood, a blossom of a rose bush. Beautiful and protective of it’s own, yet having so much more to it than it’s miraculous appearance. The deep crimson of the older blossoms foretells of recycling of life and the birth of new more vibrant blossoms, whereas the new blossoms speak in tongues of passion and lust. Long stems help keep these out of reach of those not yet ready to handle such intense feelings, and the thorns with prick and tare at those who grasp without respect and romance. With my heart in hand, I reach out to you. Here is my rose. By my soul, let it always bloom for you as both a dying blossom and one anew, for both are of great beauty and hold heavy these words. They are beautiful just like you. Listen to them, they too sing Luna’s hymn and the waters of you sorrow will tide away. So you fear not the pain, these hands have taken the thorns and will bleed. This is my gift to you for I love you. Forget me not as lover or sister. I am hear for you. I will love you. I can only wish the same. Ego amare te.

Blood and bone
Is this what should be shown?
Guts and gore
motherfucker your mom is still a whore

I did not wake up to please you
to please them
to please her
to please Him
But I woke up to please me
so mother fucker please me!

head and stone
is this your bed, you crone
Slit and pit
motherfucker, this coffin is your perfect fit!

I did not wake up to please you
to please them
to please her
to please Him
But I coked and choked up to please me
so motherfucker fuck you!

Forever I sat and wondered,
How will love ever find me?
Then you spoke a word,
Now I love you for eternity.

How sweet love can seem,
But a haunt is the past,
That sorrows come to woe,
But know that our love shall last.

By seasons the leaves turn,
And day dissolves into night,
Know this my love,
The stars say we are right.

Now my beautiful angel,
Mutual our love and us together,
Hold my hand and have faith,
I pray we remain forever.

Beauty
A word that cannot describe her
Angel
A being that cannot surpass her
Heart
A vessel that cannot hold my love for her

Oh my Athena
What secrets should I tell you?
How much can I tell you that I love you?
How much before I lose you?
My Athena this bleeding heart is for you
Please never let me go
I love you

Star
A light that cannot shine as bright as her
Rose
A flower that cannot express my love for her
Eternity
A state that cannot measure love for her

Oh my Athena
What tales can my heart tell to you?
How much can I hold you and love you?
How much before you leave me?
My Athena this bleeding heart is for you
Please never let me go
I love you

Time passes down
Rites of something sacred
A chance to move on
Cause the age is a revolution
Something to free us of our younger selves

Love lifts up
Rites of something true
A chance to have hope
Cause the heart is a revolution
Something to free us of our solitary selves

Faith holds on
Rites of something pure
A chance to find God
Cause the spirit is a revolution
Something to free us of our animalistic selves

Death carries on
Rites of something new
A chance to find happiness
Cause the end is a revolution
Something to free us of our wretched selves

Do you wanna see me cry
Do you wanna see me hate
Do you wanna see me die
All the world is for the knife
Something I take into hand
A kiss of death and my only happiness

Do you wanna feel my tears
Do you wanna feel my hate
Do you wanna feel my fears
In this Hell I sit alone
Solitude my bride
A pain so real that all I can do is die

Do you wanna taste my sorrows
Do you wanna taste my hate
Do you wanna taste what borrows
Drowning in this pool of sin
One lonely cry for help
A thought that I am nothing, and it's what makes you real

Slit open my flesh
A whole new world
Blood drown the pain
As I drown in the spit of the world

Kiss my life good-bye
Another added to the line
Death comes to collect
As the hand of Hell drags me in

Walk into Hades I shall
Another log to the fire
My soul burns to ashes
And there is nothing more to me

An angel comes down to me
Sympathetic and sadistic spirit
Asking "What have you done?"
I respond "Why have you forsaken me?"