shhhhhhhhh closing my eyes and let it sink in...

real nice...some how soothing...
"and your name
found its breath
upon
my whisper. "


hugs

Very nice....liked that....moved me.

"HOW does a crow mourn...anyway?" with hidden tears and counting shadow on our ceiling at night. Hearing echoes of lost voices in the dark corners of an empty bed room. Or smelling a pillow in hopes of catching that one last scent and then feeling stupid because something are still hanging in the cubard....
Reading old love letter and looking at photos because the hurt feel so good...and laughing at memories as the tears roll down your face...closing your eyes and wishing from the very make up of your soul to touch the skin that you once felt love from....

"HOW does a crow mourn...anyway?" very deeply :-(

Hugs to you

true....thank you for honesty....hugs

thank you

thank you.....is not love one of gods greatest curses ;-)
hugs

Thank you

It is morning as I walk through the passages of my castle, the seed of my hope is dead, burnt into a chard mass of black nothingness.
Even the slicing and biting of the demons seem to have little effect as does the blood that pours from my wounds.
My stare goes into the darkness outside the castle walls, searching and searching……...
Where is she, where is my princes that will rescue me from my curse? Where is the angel that will give me back my wings or the virgin that will forgive me for eternity.

Love and hate, longing and rejection, beauty and ugliness…. a mass of confusion in the daylight. A curse at night.
What have I done to god to deserve this torture, what man have done wrong….

Is it not a need to love, as it is to breath. Have I truly died this morning, suffocated by my own hand? Oh God….does not my heart beat in my breast today? Does not my tongue lick my own salty tears away? is this the half life of my curse? Is this the twilight between love and hate, pain and pleasure?

I open the doors to the ramparts, walk to the edge and look down. My hair playing in the wind, my naked body exposed to the world. I look upwards and let out a scream that echoed in the town below. A scream of pain that I can not fathom to explain in my word, my art or my photos. That which I feel every night as the last rays of light are extinguished.

So here I stand, gazing to the stars,
Not know at this moment who I am.
Who I was.
Hating the world,
Hating Love.
A world that does not love,
Nor does not love me,
Does not accept what I am

Okay World,
Hang me up, rip the veins from my body,
Beat upon my wounds.
Shower me with pain and worries….
For no pain can match that of my heart……for that is my curse.

And as the first rays of the morning sun glow over the city….I hear the church bell toll……
The first toll of the bell….curse the wind.
Second toll….curse the light.
Third toll….destroys my senses.
Forth toll….the demons sleep
Fifth toll….the body changes
Sixth toll…..destroys the darkness
The cock crows and I begin the circle again.

Evening Crow