Everything is beautiful

My dear, everything is beautiful when I think of you,

Your smile brings tenderness to my soul and brittleness to my bones,

For my soul knows not what to say at the softness of your tone,

My mouth runs dry and my heart stammers when you set your gaze ensnares me,

Look away from me my dear for you make me weak in my joints.

Your hair flows silently, streaming to its summit like a gentle river to a lake,

Your face looks like the valley of peace to which when I set my gaze I forget not to dream,

Your eyes cut my heart to pieces and leave me in a world of loveable misery,

For everything is beautiful when I think of you,

You carry yourself with the grace of a black stallion,

Mighty and majestic yet gentle and meek,

The gentleness of your heart leaves me bleeding from a gashing wound,

For even the most beautiful of women cannot cripple me with a look such as yours,

Crippler of my soul to which no lady can testify of such a feet,

Your thought torments my heart in every passing day for looking at you alone leaves me speechless,

A day without a word from you makes my day harder to go through,

I rejoice in waking to ask for good tidings for you in every passing day,

I rejoice in the thought f you for you have ravished my heart.

My gosh fair lady your thought torments me and leaves my bones aching,

Your persona is a feat of a lass worthy of the kings courts,

For you carry not yourself in pride and rush not yourself in words but you speak in silence,

You worry not yourself with many a thing and seek not the approval of man,

May time help me be a man worthy of such a lady,

May time help me be a man trusted to be the keeper of such beauty,

To guard and protect it, to cherish and gaze at it for as long as breath endures in me,

Everything is beautiful with you and if I were to perish with my eyes looking at you,

I would not regret any day that I lived in the knowledge of you


Darkness, it once surrounded me,
Unable to see my left hand from my right hand,
Afraid to trust in what I could not see, afraid to accept the freedom I once knew.
I am no coward, but even strong men have fears.
What could I do when I could not see? I ran, I hid, and I bled!
Like a wounded savage beast I bit and scared allies away.
My wounds, they healed over time but the scar remained,
The memory, the feeling remained. My courage had turned to whimpering,
My boldness to shame!

So tombs, I built and walls I made so I could keep the touch of strangers out.
I locked the tombs and chained myself behind the walls. I had failed to protect my smile,
What good was I? All I had were memories, the pictures of times past, and yet the emotional flood of
the rising tide overwhelmed me.

What could I do except hide, not accept what I was, try to become something else.
But I could not understand anything else except what I was … Doors over time got covered by webs,
Got covered by rust and the torment of decay that I no longer knew what was behind them.
How would I open them now?

In days like this a ray of light cut through the darkness, cutting through my chains and giving me peace I
had since forgotten. My voice returned; I could hear it echoing off the walls that had kept me away for so long.
I felt afraid, very afraid but I could not run. I remembered, I remembered what it was like to breath, to
be alive. I could see the gold glare in my eyes in the light, I could feel my bones and being writhing but I could not
accept what it asked.But I knew that the time had arrived, for the light had not arrived by luck, the stubbornness would fade
because peace would not allow me to continue in blindness.

The light kept getting brighter and brighter, I felt love and peace and I could not deny it anymore. I had
to take the keys and open the tombs. It was time to embrace what I once knew, grip uncertainty and hope the light would shine through
moments to which I found my strength again for in it I find the picture, I saw myself gleaming again, my
strength is all that is left now. Thank you for what you pulled out of me yesterday. Thank you for the promise.

Through my eyes

A ray of light cut through a lingering darkness,

I opened my eyes to see and I felt it touching my skin,

Around my fingers it wrapped itself as I tried to hold it,

I removed the rocks of my prison so I could see it,

where it came from and feel it all over my body.
Through the hole I crawled into a shining light,

long had I waited for this day,

My heart felt a pain, a joy that it never knew,

A hand had reached into my darkness and pulled me into the light,

A peace was all around me, losing my focus to a unfolding beauty around me,

a garden of splendorous green and vibrant life,

A prisoner I was no more, I could feel a quiet intensity in the air was breathing,

filling me and consuming me from the inside out.

The light shone in front me, embracing me in all places,

filling me through the air I breathed.


I felt the road rage of my blood as it raced to my skin to feel the light,

I reached into the light, stepping onto air and fell into its embrace.

I caught its gaze, and felt its hands around me;

its hair brushed my face and its eyes sending me into a

whirlpool of emotion as they looked into mine.

My heart wanted to leap out of my chest into the light,

but how was I to breath without it, I could feel it pacing and raging

for more, my pulse writhing with hypnotic rhythm.


Its eyes told a story, the story of purpose, love, peace and affection,

I touched its face and felt the progression of vision, I could not believe my eyes;

Could it be!!! I felt it embracing me all around me, coming in and out with my every breath,

no man could tell me that beauty does not exist!

I felt it in my prison, I saw it in the light, soft like velvet to the skin,

I touched its face and felt its hands, I felt it in my breath and I felt it in my blood.

Lost in that moment I am, not wanting to know anything more,

for the light cut through my shell, the light opened doors long closed,

cast its gaze into the dark places and said “let there be light”,

no one can tell me such beauty does not exist.

My heart calls to it in my sleep, sings to it in my distant slumber,

my mind thinks of it in each passing moment,

my blood races after the light, my eyes look into the future and it is all I see,

the light cutting through me and leaving me paralyzed, on my knees embracing it in each passing day.

Lest I grow old and breath escapes the light shall always be mine,

When I wake it will all I see, when I sleep it shall be all I dream,

for I touched my essence and marked me for life, I know its beauty,

it grows in each coming day and remains in each passing day.

No man can tell me such beauty does not exist, for I have see it,

I have felt it, I have heard its voice coming through my ears and into my heart,

I have felt its skin and see its purpose, its compassion, I have felt its love,

should I be a slave, then let me be for in it I know I am whole!

Through my eyes I saw the light, I saw beauty and through my eyes I shall never see again,

for it is all I see, and all I ever want to see.

You seek to know….. You seek to see…….

You seek to know, you seek to see my heart. My heart longs, it writhes with desire, pulsing through my veins, burning in me like a furious blaze.

I am alive with desire and I dare to dream; day and night I have dreamt and even so I dream, for I know in the lingering longing, the long progression of time in which my heart tosses from side to side, my heart has found its eyes.

In the time its eyes open, no force will stop it embracing its long awaited desire, it will breath, it will pulse, it will roar!

You seek to know, you seek to see if I have stood the test of time, the hurt of existence, the burden of disappointment, the crush of rejection, you seek to see if I have stood or I have fallen away.

Look into my eyes, see the tale of generations to come, I carry wars on my shoulders, those after my name and those after names of others, I wield determination like a double edge for I do not fade; I stand, I push, I strike back, I thrust, I roar, for in infirmity I have found strength, I have the resolve, I have the measure, to bear myself, to bear another, I have it and I do not fade away.

You seek to know, you seek to see if I am bound…….. Bound by what that has the courage or tenacity to tame the roar of a beast? My veins pulse, I am alive, bouncing to the enchanting drum of the wondering wild! Who can tame my roar, crush my step or suck the fire blood that burns in me?

I am alive; I stand left foot in truth and right foot in expression. Dare to cloud my vision and I will strike where your doubt inspires, where your comfort thrives and need of acceptance spawns. My eyes see and cannot be covered! For I see past the veil, past the common lie of familiarity, I live in the truth past the veil.

Even when both knees crash into the mud I see past the veil, my heart bleeds but does not die for where I drown I will rise again, stronger, I cannot perish!

I was made not to perish and even when the flood crushes me, my eyes can see past the veil and I will rise again! What I touch cannot perish for my essence lives in it as its essence lives in me, it will rise when it falls, and it will live and roar past the crushing tide.

You seek to know, you seek to see if I can stand in the crush of a pulverizing hand, many have crushed me under mountains; many have scarred my back with cracking whips of lightning.

But do I not speak to you today? Have I not lifted mountains that have been thrust on me and cast them into the sea? Have I not absorbed the fire of lashing whips, have I not grabbed and bound the hands that sought to suffocate my heart? Have I not stood in lakes of fire wading off towers of fire marching to consume me? I am alive and I am I true, for where I stand I cannot be moved, what I touch will not be touched, no fire will burn, no chain will bind, no mountain will crush for where I stand I roar.

I am alive, I breathe, I roar.

In me is a giant, a Titan; in me is the fire blood, the Lord of all Hosts, the one to whom eternity knows no end! The beginning and the end, yes the majestic ancient of all time pulses in me. Under the crushing mountain, the lashing of whips and the towers of fire I am never alone, in the flood of enemies I am not crushed.

No hand crushes that which has the fire blood. I pulse, I breathe, I am alive, I roar and I am true.

My heart desires, it opens its eyes, what shall it see!