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Wayfarer Guide: Escape

I gasped, not from exertion, but as my heart pumped beyond endurance - even beyond reason.

I swooned my gaze, my mind - it’s logic shattered, my judgement waves in tatters like wind blown cloth, as storm shaken boughs from the willow trees; their kindred flow reverently.

I felt your gaze and with it my own reason scattered as leaves ahead of the quickening storm, my knees trembling air enters not, my heaving chest.

Clawing at same, I wonder will I ever see the end of this day. Your beauty, curve of your nose above my lips pressed against yours.

I feel your exhalation tickling my lips, I squirm joyfully, religiously, as if my very existence must garner your approval.

I ran away in spirit, away from your gaze, while standing in your presence, too in love to move.

Then it comes like it is supposed to, come hater spare my angst not, and curse me for the fool I must be.

Just as pain reaches for my heart, I experience a momentary hope that perhaps this time, I pray this time - not let me feel the agony, the loss, the ever welcoming bands that wrap my heart.

Crush the life from me, twist the air from my lungs and with loves determined blade slice slowly, deeply, so that with beat the heart embraces blade and my own folly.

Don’t let me squirm away from my faith, my duty - you, my reason to carry on with my love.

I tried to drown it, to bury it within the great depths of the ocean. I found myself propelling downward braving the creatures curious and hostile that sought to make me stay.

I bore upward with the cask, clutched to my breast. Tears washed away by ocean waters, my love desirous to escape its confines from within the golden chest.

Mocking me, love retained its place in my mind and heart, not cruel, but with a sincere honesty that said, “Gentle spirit, You’ve completed play?” Cease heart.

Love

Love

You heard the word as you stood upon the ledge; whispering mournfully as a beckoning call.

You felt the word as it swept gently through your hair, as would your lover’s fingers tenderly caressing.

You sense it as a sincere hug from a friend, who wishes their words might soothe the loneliness of loves plaintive call-sweetly, ever sweetly, until your desire overwhelms completely.

Paint Before Mixing

Paint Before Mixing

Clouds in a Rain Scrubbed Sky

Clouds in a Rain Scrubbed Sky

alekskya:

flihrty:

i love freckles

Freckles are cool, but the curve of her lips—

Loving the beauty

alekskya:

flihrty:

i love freckles

Freckles are cool, but the curve of her lips—

Loving the beauty

alekskya:

alimichael-ins:

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Alekskya
            What a living doll. Such unpretentious beauty. She rocks.

alekskya:

alimichael-ins:

Have you ever been dumped for a dumb reason? Here are some terrible reasons to break up with someone. http://bit.ly/1e2iOXT

Alekskya

            What a living doll. Such unpretentious beauty. She rocks.

alekskya:

Play beautiful for me.

Songs can steal into the hardest hearts.

alekskya:

Play beautiful for me.

Songs can steal into the hardest hearts.

(Source: i-art-blr)

alekskya:

Icicle Works - Whisper To A Scream (by HitsTownUSA)

—let’s just roll with it. :-)

Life is like an asphalt roller-observe and clear a path.

alekskya:

nataliekucken:

Sleeping Stephen

Yawn desperately do we seek this moment.

I’m feeling sleepy…snuggle bunny time.

alekskya:

nataliekucken:

Sleeping Stephen

Yawn desperately do we seek this moment.

I’m feeling sleepy…snuggle bunny time.

I need you

Thinking back upon the events that guide us to this place,
I thrust my mind from your momentary beauty grateful that you surrendered ending my chase.

I saw you first as my heart caught fire while you moved about with measured grace,
softly stepping or walking firmly as each deliberate footfall spoke of determination in your pace.

I think on my love sick desires to have your photo in my grasp,
while keeping heart in check from fruitless efforts in the past.

For the beauty seen in you at a moments pause as for something you tried to find,
I saw tenderness in your touch, though of my stare you seemed not to mind.

The slippery slope of love with its twists and turns I’ve spoken of before,
riding the tunnel of love to end avoiding the traps of pain and loss that likely beset, turns love in to a chore.

Yet, was it your conscience beauty that captured my eye and mind,
or like measured tunes from a piece well written did my heart become entwined.

Did I merely envision the end as we lay arms embraced,
did I toss and turn on nights without end as I hid the love on my face.

Cautiously seeking my heart twisted and reeling from loves accelerated pace,
I saw the beauty of love’s hope and dreams flow like water down my face.

I cautioned myself, what’s the use is there any hope of ending embraced as we are,
perhaps we might as on glorious nights we both sought the same reachable star.