Her Beauty is in Her Eyes

Her beauty is in her eyes.
Love, loss painted o'er her face.
Like the stars in the skies,
Shining stories of forgotten grace.

Her love is in her touch.
Passion strokes her hands do paint.
Weaving art as such
To leave you breathless and faint.

Her beauty is in her eyes.
This none can deny
No angels in heaven's skies
Compare to the beauty in her eyes.

DEARLY BELOVED

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Tell me where did you go?
I thought we were in love?
You left me all alone
I get lonely too...
Sold out for your desires
What else was I to do
I thought I was your soulmate?
The light you call home


So please don't think for yourself
Life will be much simpler
Its better to be dumb
I like bliss don't you
Our time is wasted talking
Repeat after me
One liner philosophies
Our conversational please


So now here we are
No less further farther together
I wear your absent scars
I will tattoo your kin
Ink'd with poison, both our sins
I bid you farewell
Taste the sour last kiss


So please don't think for yourself
Life will be much simpler
Its better to be dumb
Repeat after me
One liner philosophies
Our conversational please
So please don't think for yourself
Its better to be dumb
You'll make more money
And I'll live to kill thee

A DREAM?

Can you find me something to dream?

... The burdens of necessity... We let go of dreams sometime ago.
They distract us from reality.

So what do you see when your eyes shut for the night?

I can't remember.....

Doesn't that scare you?

No - it is reassuring to live in truth. Cold honesty lets you appreciate the warmth of good. The little there is in the world.

How can there be any good, when no one dreams of better? With no passion, can there be love?

This is nonsense. Tell me what I need to know. Now!

You really can not remember, can you? You truly have forgotten.

Tell me now.

Once upon a time there was a reason. Now what are you? You say fair, I say brute. Logical, no methodical! You have lost how to create new, and now you are empty. How does it feel? Does this mean you have no soul? Has heaven forgotten you?

This is your last warning....

That is it. You can smell the absence of your soul. You have come to realize that heaven is then and hell..heh... Pretending that choice was never available, is no longer an option, so like an alcoholic, you are in denial. How does it feel to murder your own...?

I told you...