LucidSoul

Does he never sleep;
That cursed bird wich speaks your name?
No winters storm nor lovers dream
has ceased his dreaded game.
He lives up there;
beyond the trees
past where sticks and stones can reach
Each day he comes to watch me break
beneath the dream his calls awake
“my love…my love”
thy heart does weep
“oh that you were mine to keep!”

 
This is a charcoal I did while in the hieghts of “bliss” so-to-speak. I gave it this title at the time, thinking I was so clever, but now I am not entirely sure what I was thinking. Sometime’s I catch glimpses of what I thought I meant, but that’s not the same as knowing. I drew it […]

Who am I?  
This is a question I dare not answer. If I said to you “I am that,” it would be untrue; “that” is over there, created as nothing more than imagery derived from habit and conditioning and then separated from me the moment the words take form and divulge a meaning of their own. They flood my mind, asking to be worn, yet if I accept… I must realize that I existed prior to […]

Surely loves passion will consume me;
its joyous angst twists and burns
stealing from me the very poison on which I live.
Until
like the drops from a wound that is bleeding,
my soul weeps in your light
and I fall to my knees
to beg of thee
do as you see fit;
for how can I stand in your presence
when you love me […]

I never dared to dream…
for a dream so bold as love
was never meant for me.
I watched alone;
Unchanged and firm -
Stagnant in the night
I grew to hate
and I learned to fight.
Broken I was safe
And lonely I was clean
I would touch nothing
and nothing touched me
but the still of darkness
which brought your light;
didn’t feel wrong
and didn’t feel right.
you […]