Tag Archives: poetry

painful and pure

what makes it so painful

and pure

is that,

far beyond the landscape

it truly is love



the arrangement of your words

are like the elements of a drug

they make me high

they make me low


whence cometh this pain
wrapped in the stillness
of surging emotion;
a heavy silence
that lingers forever

dangerous words

pilfer your soul

for words

to intrigue whims

and games of love

they are exquisite

covered in his ghost’s pale blood


but, you are his ghost

his untouchable


so the blood is yours

or at least shared

from the penetration

of dangerous words


yet, it’s quiet simple

he is yours

but you

will never be his


thus, the never ending danger

of words


in war

in battle

in love

by the words

and sheer genius

of her


i bow


and bleed

my words

my words are empty

shells with no emotion

each a little prison

with no message


a deep love

a poet’s love

a dangerous love