~~ The age of love...~~

Love is patient, Love is kind,
It does not envy, it does not boast,
It is not proud, it is not rude,
It is not self-seeking,
It is not easily angered,
It keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil,
but rejoices with the truth.

Love always protects, always trusts,
always optimistic, and always perseveres.

Love bears all things, believes all things,
hopes all things, and endures all things.

Love never fails.

Love never ends.

Love is ageless....its eternal....

~~ Fragments of faith...~~

Another dreadful night,
Under these sinister skies.
The crimson moon so bright,
As the stars dance like fireflies.

Eros your arrows are cursed,
Pierce my skin and hit my heart.
For her touch I now thirst,
Upon my lips her poison dart.

A reckless encounter we share,
As I watch your wicked grin.
Walk away and see if I care,
Your love was a deadly sin.

Pulling into the drive
Red light on the porch
Valentine’s Day feeling alive
So hot my passion can scorch

As I reach the door
A heart hangs there
Jaw hits the floor
Scent of blood in the air

Pushing my way inside
Blood on the walls
Praying she found a place to hide
I stumble the halls

Kitchen knives spread on the floor
A creak above my head
Too much blood on the floor
Someone is still not dead

Picking up a knife
Setting down the rose
Is this the destiny of my life?
Scent of death fills the nose

No one hiding down here
Starting up the stair
Heart raging with fear
Sweat hanging in the air

Guest rooms are an empty space
A shadow by my bed
Grimace upon my face
How many are dead?

Kicking open the door
Standing there all in white
Bare feet on the floor
A glorious sight

My Valentine lover
Her smile to beseech
Love in the air does hover
As her hands to me reach

Calm in her face
As I fall into her arm
My heart begins to race
Sensing imminent harm

Fangs sinking into my flesh
Mine into hers
Our bodies begin to mesh
As her heart purrs

Eternal love we make
Gift of forever life
Where are the lives we will take?
Ending their earthly strife

On blood we will feast
All night long
Until the sun rises in the east
Ending our lustful song

I hear an eerie sound,
As it bleeds through my ear.
My favorite song in the background,
In this moment you should fear.

I want this floor painted red,
With blood the body's lotion.
In my mind I see you dead,
And I cannot control this emotion.

Scattered across this floor,
The heart I ever did love.
A reckless encounter we shared.
His love was a deadly sin.

The morning when I awake,
I breathe this sweet decay.
My lover’s life I did take,
Her body left to rot away.

Thus making them all my bloody valentine...

~~ Liar Liar ~~

If you stand still you may possibly see
That most others are constantly moving.
A little white lie is still but a lie,
And the tables will never stop turning
As long as I remain standing so still.

Something so wrong with the look in your eyes.
Don't even contemplate because I know
How things work and there is no compromise.
Honesty is all I have been seeking,
But I only find travesty of love.

I've been growing so numb there is no pain
That this situation has yet to bring,
That the past has not already given.
I have had my share and I think it's time
To finally get something right in life.

My legs grow weary of standing so still
But nothing can break my eternal will,
The will to lead life in an honest way,
Uniqueness that aren’t seen today.
Most people seem to keep turning away

And in these last few lines of poetry
I will have to be straight out in meaning.
I am sick and tired of all the lies,
I am one of the few with honest eyes,
AND YOU ALL HAVE NOT YET LEARNED TO STAND STILL...

~~Love.....just as you like it....~~

If one person really wants us, everyone does. But, if we’re alone, we become even more alone. Life is strange.
Have you ever heard of the book called the I Ching?
“It says that a city can be moved but not a well. It’s around the well that lovers find each other, satisfy their thirst, build homes, and raise their children. But if one of them decides to leave, the well cannot go with them. Love remains there, abandoned – even though it is filled with the same pure water as before.”

Love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation.

Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life.
We have to take love where we find it, even if it means hours, days, weeks of disappointments and sadness.

“You shouldn’t have asked,” I said. “Love doesn’t ask many questions, because if we stop to think we become fearful. It’s an inexplicable fear; it’s difficult even to describe it. Maybe it’s the fear of being scorned, of not being accepted, or of breaking the spell. It’s ridiculous, but that’s the way it is. That’s why you don’t ask-you act. As you’ve said many times, you have to take risks.”

Wait. This was the first lesson I learned about love. The day drags along, you make thousands of plans, you imagine every possible conversation, you promise to change your behavior in certain ways – and you feel more and more anxious until your loved one arrives.
But by then, you don’t know what to say. The hours of waiting have been transformed into tension, the tension has become fear, and the fear makes you embarrassed about showing affection.

Love is like a trap. When it appears, we see only light, not its shadows.