Love Ballad of the Sun

The light of the sun crept into the darkness today
I captured its particles with the bat of my eyes, its auroral state finer than gold
let it flow through my body like the toxins in my prematurely aged veins
let it surge, let it fight the black wolves chewing my lungs
gold and silk waves of energy flow like the wheat fields in heaven

and I grab your hand, your feeling it too
I kiss the curves of your lips and you breathe in that fire
blue eyes turn to yellow, you are finally awake and inside of me
hot energy is what we are creating, enlightenment is what we found
Here flows the life of two humans, two mediocre's that captured a secret
A secret we molded in the likeness of the light resting on my face, and yours
it rises everytime we touch, sets when we are apart
I can see now, what I was missing
I can see now, the flicker in your eyes spark as we are kissing
You and me are but friction and flame
My toungue tingles playing with the halo from an angel
Heats up just saying your name.

But ten hours in and we are fading
The blue hue has slipped through the window once more
Now I will spiral into waves of lucid dreaming and the night seeps into the floor
But if in perilous visions I happen to see you again,
I will find a way, even in darkness, to touch your perfect hands.

World of a Writer

Of all the endevours my will be done the most important of all is the act of fun
I have watched shooting stars on many grass plains
I have ruined white shirts with chocolate stains
I have fallen in love and ignored warning signs
all this I have done for the sake of good times
But it is in the sound of music, and the rhythm of words, that I truly come alive
to no one but the paper I find myself obliged
The creation of a writer knows no boundaries , restrictions or holds

I have experienced freedom in its finest hour and it is here that I lose control
letting loose the restrictions of my hair and the entrapments of my feet
I fly across the sea of words and possibilities with nothing but an imagination and a heartbeat
There is power in composition, a beautiful oblivion it can be
with flames behind these eyes, an iris made by God for creativity
It is this silent expression that moves me more than any contender
A passion for rendition calls upon me now and to this I smile in surrender
To me this is bliss, to me this is life's complications coming undone
A thousand excerpts from this human soul and every time I search for them, I find a world of fun.