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Our lips were for each other and our eyes were full of dreams. We knew nothing of travel and we knew nothing of loss. Ours was a world of eternal spring, until the summer came.

_, Muse of the Heart__ Passion,let me relive my Love__ memory,to remember her body, so brave and so free,and the sound of my Dreameress singing to me,and the scent of my Dreameress sleeping by me,_, sing, sweet Muse, my soliloquy!

Even as I hold youI think of you as someone gonefar, far away. Your eyes the colorof pennies in a bowl of dark honeybringing sweet light to someone elseyour black hair slipping through my fingersis the flash of your head goingaround a corneryour smile, breaking before me,the flippant last turnof a revolving door,emptying you out, changed,away from me.Even as I hold youI am letting go.

_, Wanderess, WanderessWhen did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?

The season was waning fastOur nights were growing cold at lastI took her to bed with silk and song,'Lay still, my love, I won__ be long...I must prepare my body for passion.''O, your body you give, but all else you ration.''It is because of these dreams of a sylvan scene...A bleeding nymph to leave me serene...I have dreams of a trembling wench.''You have dreams,' she said, 'that cannot be quenched.''Our passion,' said I, 'should never be feared...As our longing for love can never be cured...Our want is our way and our way is our will...We have the love, my love, that no one can kill.''If night is your love, then in dreams you__l fulfill...This love, our love, that no one can kill.'Yet want is my way, and my way is my will,Thus I killed my love with a sleeping pill.

And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices... life.

I took her to bed with silk and song'Lay still, my love, I won__ be long,I must prepare my body for passion.''O, your body you give, but all else you ration...

tell meof something fiercer than the love with which i gaze upon youof something softer than the tendernesswith which i hold you.

I love with love, so that we all may love." ~ Amunhotep El Bey

There's two ways to become a famous Poet, find that one person that knows somebody, that knows somebody, that knows somebody.Or die trying

Theirs two ways to become a famous Poet, find that one person that knows somebody, that knows somebody, that knows somebody.Or die trying

Poetry, playing with your words until you breathe life into them.

Conditional love. Far from Gods original love.

Be the man who has the spirit of a ruthless tiger, ravaging every dusty corner of my soul.Be the man for whom I will tame myself voluntarily..Be the man who can make me forget my birth date in moments of utter dellusion.Be the man whose arms are my harbor, whose lips are my shore, and whose name is my only salvation.Be the man who erases my past and draws my future with trails of roses and kisses.Be the man who makes me sigh behind the windows of Poetry, longing to be written. Be the man whose cigarette's ashes are confounded with mine.Be the man whose voice moves mountains inside me.Be the man whose eyes devour the innocence within me with every piercing glance.Be the man for whom I will transform exceptions into rules.Be the man who will dare to tear this poem from my hands.The man who will rewrite with the uncertainty of the futur every single one of my verses.

If lighthouse becomes a burning candle, flickered upon ocean's insanity.Your sailing heart there anchors to handle the obsessed breeze towards sand dune's vanity.

(This is from a tribute poem to Ronnie James Dio: Former lead vocalist of the band Rainbow, Black Sabbath. This is written with all the titles of the hit songs of DIO. The titles are all in upper case)You can __ATCH THE RAINBOW_ ___ RAINBOW IN THE DARK__hrough __OCK & ROLL CHILDREN___OLY DIVER_ will lurk__EFORE THE FALL_ of __LECTRA___LL THE FOOLS SAILED AWAY___ESUS,MARY AND THE HOLY GHOST_-__ORD OF THE LAST DAY___ASTER OF THE MOON_ you areWhen my __NE FOOT IN THE GRAVE__ith our __LACK_, __OLD FEET_,__YSTERY_ of __AIN_ you craveYou__e __AUGHT IN THE MIDDLE_,__ETWEEN TWO HEARTS__hen __UNGRY FOR HEAVEN___UNTER OF THE HEART_ hurts__ALLEN ANGELS_ __EED MY HEART___EVER DREAMS_ __EED MY HEAD___ AM_ __NOTHER LIE___FTER ALL (THE DEAD)__ot __UILTY_ if you __IDE IN THE RAINBOW___ith your perfect __UITAR SOLO___ON__ TELL THE KIDS_ to __REAM EVIL__on__ __IVE HER THE GUN_ to follow__ON__ TALK TO STRANGERS__hose __VIL EYES_ can see__ORD OF THE NIGHT_ __ISTREATED_;__Y EYES_ hate to fancy__HAME ON THE NIGHT_ __URN UP THE NIGHT__ow it__ __IME TO BURN___WISTED_ __OODOO_ does __ALK ON WATER__nd today its our turn__LOOD FROM A STONE_ __ORN ON THE SUN____ __ETTER IN THE DARK_ __REATHLESS__he __RISONER OF PARADISE_ you are!Forever you are deathless__ACRED HEART_ __HIVERS__aying __AKED IN THE RAIN___HIS IS YOUR LIFE_- _ WILD ONE_!Your __OLDEN RULES_ we gain__N DREAMS_ __ SPEED AT NIGHT____ __OSING MY INSANITY___NOTHER LIE_: __OMPUTER GOD__our __EAVEN AND HELL_- my vanity!By __ILLING THE DRAGON___ COULD HAVE BEEN A DREAMER____ __HE LAST IN LINE_ To __CREAM__ike an __NVISIBLE_ screamerNow that you are gone__HE END OF THE WORLD_ is here__TRAIGHT THROUGH THE HEART___USH_ __UST ANOTHER DAY_ in fear__HILDREN OF THE SEA_ _ DYING IN AMERICA__s it __EATH BY LOVE_?__ACES IN THE WINDOW_ looking forA __YPSY_ from aboveDear __TARGAZER_ from __TRANGE HIGHWAYS__ur love __ERE__ TO YOU___E ROCK_ __NE MORE FOR THE ROAD__he __THER WORLD_ anew__NE NIGHT IN THE CITY_ with __EON KNIGHTS___HE EYES_ __TAY OUT OF MY MIND__he __TARSTRUCK_ __UNSET SUPERMAN__s what we long to find__HE MAN WHO WOULD BE KING__s the __NSTITUTIONAL MAN___HOOT SHOOT_ to __URN TO STONE___HEN A WOMAN CRIES_ to planTo __TAND UP AND SHOUT__efore _ THE KING OF ROCK AND ROLL__hough __OD HATES HEAVY METAL___AT YOUR HEART OUT_ to reach the goal.From the poem- Holy Dio: the Diver (A tribute to Ronnie James Dio)

I found an empty chairand sat on itto find myself even emptier.I found a broken glassand looked at itto see my dissolved facea little prettierI found a steep doorwayand enteredin order to close my exit.From the poem 'Blue Stanzas