The ashes of yesterday and the flesh from the day before
An Angel Asleep
April 27, 2012, 04:11:pm
And so I sit here and stare at you, A living portrait, Stunning and surreal, For the painting of that is of you a sleep, Is soft, gentle, and deep, For the strokes that are your breath, Is courtly in conjunction to the feminine lines that are your neck, Slender womanly form, How I wonder does the light covering keep you warm, For your tender skin... Is fragile and thin, For memories are but portraits come to life, This one I hold dearest, My sleeping beauty and fairest wife.
An artist painting a portrait but the memory of it is more beautiful than the piece. Mood: None Music: None
He who has fought for so long, Only to have an unsung song, It is he who has held the kingdom at peace, Such wonders which never seem to cease, That keep safe our territory with determination and diligence, His careful eyes keen with vigilance, Never letting down a comrade, His spirit may never fade, Nor his conviction ever strayed, Through the long hours he must endure, Still his spirit is kept pure, By those of which he is bound to protect, For they are also members of his sect, Those to which he doth serve, For he is a man to which the term hero is most deserved. Yet humble he smiles despite his burden, Sir, you are a king of men.
To my dear friend Christopher Brunsen of the United States Marine Corps. Mood: None Music: None
She hides in the shadows, As she walks through the willows, And dances in the evening meadows, Her movements beautiful as a Swallows, I love the way her dress flows, And her hair follows, For she moves as light as an angelic soul, The moonlight gently glows, Given her gown a ghostly feature, Ah, my lovely nocturnal creature, Princess, My vampiress, The mists swirl around you like a dream come true... Darling, you are beautiful, Even if your reflection is invisible....
Eyes that gaze into the depths of a soul often reflect our own and while eyes perceive such things as dreams of another, the percepts go unnoticed for such loveliness is often only seen in the eyes of some one else. Mood: Unknown Music: Dance of Fate
Gifts most cherished are those of ourself, It is the highest honor, if nothing else, For the greatest request is peace and happiness, May the lord bless us, With tranquilness in our hearts and spirits, And to have the love of the esteemed lady, Take heart in the beauty of this day, For a while free ourselves of strife, Let our souls be like the sacred waters of life, Pristine and calmly flowing, Ever knowing, The peaceful path, Let us rejoin with good will towards men, Let us make amends, With our foes and bring closer our friends.
To all my friends dear to me, now, in the past, and forever more.
Some times our souls drift in the direction the wind blows, Like that of a gentle falling snow, Other times we challenge destiny for another chance, To take a different stance, To change our position in life for instance, Still with love in our heart and strength in our soul, We take on fate blow by blow, it's taken a toll, But still standing with a smile, For we life life in our unique style, Ours to have and to hold, Letting the events of the unknown unfold, The mysteries give us much to look forward to, And it is with a smile that I leave you, This day, To take hold of life in your own way. To live it to the fullest even if you are old and gray.
