Resurrected |
Weeks of silence
(my ears they bled)
Resurrected today
(back from the dead)
Inhaling each and every verse
Possessed by some enchanted curse
He draws, and lures, and pulls me in
I'm absolutely l... Posted by ~ Ren ~ on Fri, 01 Jun 2007 01:23:00 PST |
The Heart of a Boy, Now a Man I Once Knew |
Our souls are as one
Melded together
Dancing on air
Blown like a feather
Familiar feelings
Flutter within
Weightless chest
Bursting from skin
I am the moth
He serves as the fire
Long to be burned
Full... Posted by ~ Ren ~ on Mon, 28 May 2007 01:00:00 PST |
The Illusionist |
Wielding illusions with a brush of his hand
believing I'm reading the heart of a man
words wrapped in ribbons all perfectly tied
swaddled enigma so true eyes can't find
infinite meaning ... Posted by ~ Ren ~ on Thu, 24 May 2007 04:58:00 PST |
That Familiar Smell (Audio) |
That Familiar Smell click here (EROTICA) Posted by ~ Ren ~ on Tue, 22 May 2007 04:57:00 PST |
Bookmarked His Heart |
The brilliance of his heart song
It still amazes me
The way my heart it sings along
His words they comfort me
A wave of weightless water
He washes through my mind
Cleansing all those memories
T... Posted by ~ Ren ~ on Sun, 20 May 2007 10:52:00 PST |
A Poet's Life |
Do I write of love?
Do I write of life?
Do I write with my heart that bleeds from this knife?
I write
I write
I write
A poet's life
So, I write
write and bleed my day away
painting words with w... Posted by ~ Ren ~ on Sat, 19 May 2007 05:58:00 PST |
Random Thoughts from a Spotted Mind |
Am I really that jaded
That when I look at a man
All I see is that he just wants to fuck me
Just fuck me
Am I really that bitter
That all I think is they're shallow
Incapable of depth on... Posted by ~ Ren ~ on Tue, 15 May 2007 12:53:00 PST |
Blindsided on a Friday Morning |
His memory blew through me today In that old familiar yellow way Craving how he played my heart We danced in clouds Has he forgot? Nostalgia wraps me in his prose "That Place" I sometimes like to go I... Posted by ~ Ren ~ on Fri, 11 May 2007 08:19:00 PST |
His Springtime Abyss |
The springtime of his voodoo His charismatic essence lures me floating in his ecstasy Gheppeto controlling me Leaves are in bloom while blue bird bells ring Stamen engorged while my flower it sin... Posted by ~ Ren ~ on Thu, 03 May 2007 02:33:00 PST |
He's My Muse |
Mysterious in character
Black leather that he wears
Pretending not to notice
The way my eyes they tear
Ripping off his clothing
I strip him with my eyes
Imagining ~ quite vividly
His flush between my ... Posted by ~ Ren ~ on Tue, 01 May 2007 04:39:00 PST |