Once again we gather round more to rage the storm of winter... the longing of the first kiss against beaten breaths and the winds in her hair parting her lips from pleasures yearning only for adventure ever more...

I seek what others do not or have forgotten... to be scattered my ashes on barren grass or find myself drifting lost at sea. My body is broken my life was scarred but I carry on in a new existence. A fresh start to begin life again.

Does not take a Baptism to be born again... Just accept the fact your life never ends. It always finds a way to begin again. And this inner circle is the company of friends you keep. Our only open minds are free to pursue the impossible yet if she offers me something to eat. It better be more than one meal...

Love is insane and the cost of anyone's soul is the price of a kiss... Like velvet night it shatters the deepest of dreams and wakes inside you a fog of everything you have lost since you were a child full of hope. It carried on never realizing how old you had become the wrinkles on your hands are the only true thing that is changing... Your lips still as beautiful as the day we met. Your heart stayed the same and I have loved you always no matter how many times you drove me nuts pursuing you...

It took broken dreams endless scars to carry on the wounds inflicted so deep it cut the steel with a butter knife of how transparent I had become to you... Your heart like roses. The serenest smell of your touch carries a flame a burning desire to be one with you as closed in as the night that fog carries on and creeps into the shadows, disappearing from an open "spark"

Your love is the shadows of illusions confusing me if I'm lost or lost in your eyes... I see myself in them. Maybe I'm standing too close... Your love taught me to look away sometimes and avoid the deepest pit of my sorrows no matter how beautiful my words appear.

You like the night that shadows linger upon... Came in the morning. I loved you before I even met you... You gave me hope when I was falling apart. You taught me to stand when I am broken. I ignored you when we first met. I think you would have accepted me regardless of choice of words. Just love me for who I am.,

The song the kiss the velvet hands and as I lay down I dream of you. Knowing you're just underneath that shadow of a moon just within touch in the cicle in my hands...

Now someone, toss me a beer :)... Cause this stuff is nautios and the more people push you into it cause you're actually good at it. The more you actually just want your old life back again ;).

Captivating write in the words of Plato .. "At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet."

I liked that. It was very romantic and deep.

It's just like I want to tell my friend Esraa… who's a famous writer in Egypt. She is not used to a man who treats her like every other girl. Probably worse even... She can take her fancy titles, her distinguished awards and park em. I am as interested in her Library as I am in her Labia... I am interested in only her at the moment anytime we talk. Nothing physical nothing but platonic but the offer's there for more... If she does not want me I move on carry her with me as a friend.

And these words will probably not reach her ears... :D

Does not take anything but confidence to open yourself open to the possibility of more. :()

To your Plato quote... if my own sword carried my shield I would be left defenseless attacking with an object that is defensive and letahl. But I could carry that same weight in the weight of a pen. Words create Peace and War... the value of open conflict is signed in blood by each battle we make.... this is why Vikings conquered countries and housed a poet in the biggest mansions... :)

She came to me with a panic attack... Me of all people on the other side of the globe... told her to relax and take a deep breath and count backwards from 10...Was ongoing a fight with my best friend at the moment and took the time to help her soothe... I got panicked and long story short... I set her free... She came back to me somehow like I was on her mind aswell :P.

Sometimes it is not love that made them that way... Just the unfriendly shoulder of no one to cry on where as I was there to soak up their tears... :(