Reflecting on a dying world, she welcomed me into her sanctuary. As i observed
an undeniable voice, my heart has been embraced by a comforting memory.
I know i'm an insomniac, and the chemical flux has led me to believe in something
higher than belief itself: that is the becoming.
Moving deeper into this strange place,
i began to grow more hungry, almost into
a purely natural gluttony. As she stopped i felt an insecure clock surrounding her soul,
as a preserver of life i had stepped closer cautiously aware that someone other than me was watching. My nose bled, without a solid touch, i understood this cold meaning.
There was a destruction, an obstruction that consumed my near meaningless existence: hateless rage. It makes no sense, but it's
the same feeling that makes us remember any pre-determined pathway. In alert, my
fur and keen sense was over this frozen moment in time.
An otherworldly threat had come for a prophetic vision, unity and separation: an agonizing price. My tail whipped against the floor and i looked for a faint smell, i held her close and threw the cloak aside. Licking her skin carefully: her voice keeping me close and defending an irreplaceable existence.
An infinite obedience to a unique soul.
She gave me her heart, the very thing that circulates a balance between life and death: blood. So, i took the screaming organ and begged to return inside a complete body
and ate the sweet liquid.
My very own heart set aflame, a constant explosion that cradles her life inside me.
Like a house set on fire, the foundation will remain. Tasting an empty vessel, her name is caught in my throat, a suffocating purpose.
So i whispered instead: 'Jayme, my golden flower'. Licking, tasting, and cleansing myself with a vanilla cream over my dark, weak soul.
Holding a stone of truth, honesty, and reality.
This is her new heart, and the pulse is shared between us both: the key to all questions.
As i lost the stone, my hunger was set aside and the predator was suppressed. Breathing heavily i give her my kiss, a salty mix of memories and undeniable results.
Her tongue setting the matches inside my own watery parts. I've always been both and neither, i'm both good and evil, an unbiased balance guardian. I'm neither good or evil,
a neutral essence of the universe.
Holding her hand, i wished that we could leave this corrupt planet. Imprisoned for an eternal repeated destiny, a cursed loop built by revenge and logic. Again, i must say: 'my golden flower'.
Hearing a scream, a soft voice. like silk. It overwhelms me, I'll call it hope. That makes me smile while I'm holding her. A spiritual truth, that sounds right, even though I'm practical.
'Demon'? that is something funny, a misunderstood creature damned with a stupid label. Well, it's not all bad, I've done my
best to help each one that comes my way
(by fate or coincidence). I could only embrace her, in sickness and in health.
She is my purpose, to continue. Like the universe needs her own non-absolute truth. Holding that knot in my throat: the perfect element, clear and vast.
She caught a few words, and smiled. Knowing what i was trying to say. Looking on faded murals, i saw one stand out with a brilliant light.
A phoenix imprinted with infinity and two options, pain and peace. The phoenix forges the ouroboros in it's injecting cold pain, imbued with a perfect element, sealing
the fate for an important union.
Between the static polarity and absolute worship. I was given a truth, and an abstract destiny. She came from beyond, and i'm glad she is, alive and well.
Tormented by absurd logic, useless answers. Kissing my golden flower, my Jayme. I realized what the bird of fire must do next.
As the beginning of all things mustn't be found by something foolish, let it be handed down an 'evil' dynasty instead. I merged with the very human spirit i was meant to protect, empowering her beyond my own capabilities.
I gave time a new mural, so that she may keep on moving safely into the future until the garden is found.
9/27/07
A tribute too my mate, forever bound too each other. I did not put my will above The Lord, instead i shared it with her. Jayme will always be my Golden Lotus.
I pray we meet again, because I'm not leaving a promise behind, while moving slowly into the future.
The above poem was influenced by Legacy of Kain murals, a strong relationship, and the hope that as an alchemist, in Sophia's name, I will be enlightened in unity again.
Silent prayers keep me awake, her voice gives me a lively pulse. my one..true..goddess. It has been a year, and the gluttonous hunger without her support is returning in temporary bursts, like a constant super nova. my heart is not broken, it is merely experiencing a lack of proper healing.~TheDemiprist
an undeniable voice, my heart has been embraced by a comforting memory.
I know i'm an insomniac, and the chemical flux has led me to believe in something
higher than belief itself: that is the becoming.
Moving deeper into this strange place,
i began to grow more hungry, almost into
a purely natural gluttony. As she stopped i felt an insecure clock surrounding her soul,
as a preserver of life i had stepped closer cautiously aware that someone other than me was watching. My nose bled, without a solid touch, i understood this cold meaning.
There was a destruction, an obstruction that consumed my near meaningless existence: hateless rage. It makes no sense, but it's
the same feeling that makes us remember any pre-determined pathway. In alert, my
fur and keen sense was over this frozen moment in time.
An otherworldly threat had come for a prophetic vision, unity and separation: an agonizing price. My tail whipped against the floor and i looked for a faint smell, i held her close and threw the cloak aside. Licking her skin carefully: her voice keeping me close and defending an irreplaceable existence.
An infinite obedience to a unique soul.
She gave me her heart, the very thing that circulates a balance between life and death: blood. So, i took the screaming organ and begged to return inside a complete body
and ate the sweet liquid.
My very own heart set aflame, a constant explosion that cradles her life inside me.
Like a house set on fire, the foundation will remain. Tasting an empty vessel, her name is caught in my throat, a suffocating purpose.
So i whispered instead: 'Jayme, my golden flower'. Licking, tasting, and cleansing myself with a vanilla cream over my dark, weak soul.
Holding a stone of truth, honesty, and reality.
This is her new heart, and the pulse is shared between us both: the key to all questions.
As i lost the stone, my hunger was set aside and the predator was suppressed. Breathing heavily i give her my kiss, a salty mix of memories and undeniable results.
Her tongue setting the matches inside my own watery parts. I've always been both and neither, i'm both good and evil, an unbiased balance guardian. I'm neither good or evil,
a neutral essence of the universe.
Holding her hand, i wished that we could leave this corrupt planet. Imprisoned for an eternal repeated destiny, a cursed loop built by revenge and logic. Again, i must say: 'my golden flower'.
Hearing a scream, a soft voice. like silk. It overwhelms me, I'll call it hope. That makes me smile while I'm holding her. A spiritual truth, that sounds right, even though I'm practical.
'Demon'? that is something funny, a misunderstood creature damned with a stupid label. Well, it's not all bad, I've done my
best to help each one that comes my way
(by fate or coincidence). I could only embrace her, in sickness and in health.
She is my purpose, to continue. Like the universe needs her own non-absolute truth. Holding that knot in my throat: the perfect element, clear and vast.
She caught a few words, and smiled. Knowing what i was trying to say. Looking on faded murals, i saw one stand out with a brilliant light.
A phoenix imprinted with infinity and two options, pain and peace. The phoenix forges the ouroboros in it's injecting cold pain, imbued with a perfect element, sealing
the fate for an important union.
Between the static polarity and absolute worship. I was given a truth, and an abstract destiny. She came from beyond, and i'm glad she is, alive and well.
Tormented by absurd logic, useless answers. Kissing my golden flower, my Jayme. I realized what the bird of fire must do next.
As the beginning of all things mustn't be found by something foolish, let it be handed down an 'evil' dynasty instead. I merged with the very human spirit i was meant to protect, empowering her beyond my own capabilities.
I gave time a new mural, so that she may keep on moving safely into the future until the garden is found.
9/27/07
A tribute too my mate, forever bound too each other. I did not put my will above The Lord, instead i shared it with her. Jayme will always be my Golden Lotus.
I pray we meet again, because I'm not leaving a promise behind, while moving slowly into the future.
The above poem was influenced by Legacy of Kain murals, a strong relationship, and the hope that as an alchemist, in Sophia's name, I will be enlightened in unity again.
Silent prayers keep me awake, her voice gives me a lively pulse. my one..true..goddess. It has been a year, and the gluttonous hunger without her support is returning in temporary bursts, like a constant super nova. my heart is not broken, it is merely experiencing a lack of proper healing.~TheDemiprist
