I look upon your hands
and I utter a profound truth
"these hands don't lie",
it's not only you who can't
explain the truth.
|I bide my time and wait for another sun to rise, a sun behind and beyond me, a sun that sets in the east, but at least in a funny location, I wait for my Californication.|
Houri-Zone-TallSeize the day, follow your heartHouri-Zone-Tall by Aborro
Don't look back, look afar
What the distance holds
You may not know
Until you a new horizon unfold
ShippingNights ashore, days at seaShipping by Aborro
Night's a shore and day's a sea.
This is us. We're a ship. A boat,
a vessel to cross the distance between day and night
To say the twilight realms and traverse
It's unseen lands.
We could always swim if we'd like to
But you know I'm not too fond.
We could travel on our own, with no issue
But at least I prefer the company
Of a kindred spirit,
A friend in deeds done and deeds forgotten.
In those merely yet planned
And those forever forgotten.
A friend through need and want,
Which ever it may be,
I'll try my very best
To be when there is need
And to become
When there is want.
Seasons Game: MaySummer leans back in his chairSeasons Game: May by Aborro
Spring fidgets with her cards
her new hand's not too bad
but she's afraid
it won't be enough
to gain lost winnings back
Winter looks at what he has left
in prospects he is poor
Autumn looks disinterested still
but on the flop
they both fold.
Summer still beams his grin
that gleaming smile
He thinks to have this in the bag
but alas, how wrong he was
for behind her unsure eyes
Spring was holding a full house.
|These are new... they come and go, stay awhile, move on and never leave our minds.|
|I appreciate good poetry and I appreciate a sexy body, I appreciate clear, abstract, playful, elegant, amazing and awesome digital art and fine pencil lines, because really, isn't that why we're here?|
The woodThe wood
“there is something in this wood”, he told me.
“something full of baby magic.”
Back then, I didn’t believe him really
for who’d have thought this wood would have it?
That this wood would have evergreen
everlasting baby magic?
Back then, I was a small child you see,
The exact age, I can’t remember,
and in those fields of ripe, lush evergreen
I’d spend my long Septembers,
Wondering if anyone could see
the summer’s dying embers.
It was back when Innocence was free
that I met fairies, and fawns,
when none could sever me from dreams,
that I believed in nymphs of dawn
that came in the morning to streak the sky
With the gold rays they would draw.
the stag would come and play with me, and let
me ride his back, Oh, how I’d smile
back then, back then, how could I forget?
the way he’d lead me for a while
through the enchanted forest
of which I am now exiled.
Oh elves, I really wish you’d come to me
again, like when I
Attention Whoring, Emo, Poet, Intellectual, Radical Atheist, Liberal Socialist, Longing, Wishing and Missing and maybe a little Shy, but once you get to know me... I like to imagine I can be quite fun.|
Ask me anything, and I'll tell you why, what, when or where; the answers are there for you to claim, so be careful what you ask, if you don't wanna know, don't question, for I'm honest to a fault.