A Little Book of Poems

A Zephyr's Wanderlust

Reticently musing a single whisper, soft, a zephyr speaks within a progression of louder bellows and a boundless cascade of quiet murmurs that come forth to accompany the faint rumbling of a breeze; the strident cries of the wind as to forever find harmony in the silence, in all but a lack of sound, echoing like a distant roar emanating from it's very breath a soothing melody of somber notes and melancholy tones that traverse across the filaments of an eon.

Degrees of Obsession: Part One (Initiate Infatuation)

Condemned by your slumber, lifeless, this heart beats among the ever consuming sorrow, till the coming morrow; it eagerly bides its time in wait of the moment you shall escape, with sheer delight, to never say good-night.

Degrees of Obsession: Part Two (Discontinue Fixation)

I know what evil I intend to do, but stronger than any regret is my hatred of you, and this love, I know, will persist just as long as you exist. Thus, I must purge these thoughts with death, to drive them out with a dying breath, so I might ease this burden of tormented unrest, cause, my dear, that would be best.

Absolution

Bare me no ill will fickle friend of fate and dare not spare thine most gracious mercy for life is unto hell a constant certainty albeit in consequence of my own design. Thus, I beseech thee, be ever so kind as to rid me of this insatiable longing of you never so named. Approach, bring resolution with open arms coming nearer still, step to step, walking me this way. Escorted by wantonness and absolute resolve I succumb to this long awaited embrace. A silhouette to silhouette subdued in flesh, to consummate the end with a hue of red, to be so divine as heaven is that of death.