Persistance of the Desperate Hearts

how do I serve
an ode to you
when our words
travel almost
never ever
with the help
of the wind
i chant your
name
everynight
hoping it'd
reach you.
-ne-

Beats of Obssession

I could use your presence now. I miss everything about you.

Beauphile

The way it appears in a film - every detail has its purpose in a scene to articulate a message. A purpose on its own and how I identified your purpose in my life. Every invisible move you make are steps towards my wishes whereas every move I make in my head are steps towards getting your steps towards my wishes. Even details we do not see have a purpose: contributing to the outcome of the next scene. I wish nothing more than to be with you for the rest of my life and the next scene I hope fate creates for me. Visible versus invisible? Visible plus invisible versus myself.

Unforgiven Beauty

The distraction of the orient is definitely momentary. No amount of faces and souls could replace your beauty. Your beauty, my desire is unforgiven. You shot me down - bullseye in the heart. What could possibly save me unless you remove it yourself, huh?

Confusion

If I could be honest with myself I just want to walk out on this one. I lost faith in being myself around the people I might have to work or live with for another possible decade. Beneath that notion of brotherhood there is actually a cloud of delusion and strong individualistic motives. I have never witnessed or sensed so much doubt in honesty. It simply makes my presence meaningless. It could be the clash of depth of beliefs. While one could simply live on the chunks and crumbs of sexual desires and monetary gains, I could never say to myself that that is all. For what is more important to me more than anything else is the soft kiss between love and honesty. If one could never be humble enough to say so and too arrogant to be or appear weak - then I should walk out. And I am more than convinced on this one.