Apple of Discord


                Apple of Discord Among the Gods, There is no compassion. A world crafted by a spotless mind, Can have no keys to any gate – Lust grows in their hearts, To disguise their only need; Among the Gods, There is envy of mortality. They sacrifice love for sensual intrigue, To fool a mortal’s path. But her mind was filled with scars;  And her heart held his close; above all – How unfortunate . . .  That time was never on their side.       [Artwork Credits: Peter Cakovsky]         Continue reading Apple of Discord

Black and White


Black & White  The grandest love story ever told; Born out of each other; into every form. Disguised to prevail against each other: A hidden compass in my heart for your voyage – Your waking choices, and your sleeping adventures; And in this world; connected by the mask of time – He seeks the reflection of all things in majestic balance. He refers to the ice-burg as a wasted truth; A mountain that touches the sky; upside down, he claims – And that same sky on the other side, Will never touch the sands beneath the oceans of you. And … Continue reading Black and White

Hamartia


Hamartia  An eternity of holding onto the edge of her thoughts – She leads me into her sorrows beneath her celebrated joys. We play in the waves of her mood with the changing of her seasons. I lose myself in her cries, when old scars hinder her needs. Those gestures that delay her sleep, I can never change. “What burns inside your heart today?” she whispers in the morning bask. And I am grateful for her generous touch; In all the memories of my todays, Knowing she will never miss me – In the chaos of her tomorrows.   Dedicated … Continue reading Hamartia

Purple Darkness


 Purple Darkness A day that can be ruled by a kiss A twist and a twirl with a Prince I just wanted to touch your soul I have no past, I need no future A never-ending reign of dreams To plunge into your fantasy In wonderous memories of love remembered Rip out and burn those false beginnings A candle’s scent; to keep you company I offered a gate into the wild of purple With music that can make you dance till tomorrow That is all I have to give, before the end of me And after I’m gone, change what … Continue reading Purple Darkness

“Forbidden Friendship”


Forbidden Friendship Forbidden Friendship Which starts with enchantment – Which belongs to no one, Which devours its expectations Which feels unique at first glance Which abides by no rules Which traps itself in passion Which begins to fear its existence Which shares a weakness to stray Which keeps secrets from itself Which lies beneath the sins of a broken heart Forbidden friendship; which is deadly to the touch   © Artist Credits Unknown Continue reading “Forbidden Friendship”

Love Curse


                                                                                 Illustration Editing M.F. Love Curse Racing through in slow motion, the ticking of time. I cannot speak today; A ruthless sharp haste to my beating heart. Chaotic throbbing of a grand mistake. The difference between love, and love – An ill confusion; Misconceptions of a mystery. In explanations, it disappears; Time to say goodbye – Oh why, am I lacking such a skill? What keeps a heart wrapped around an evil hope? Is it the way his words hold on, when he pushes me away? Or his silent presence, lurking endlessly in my head? Does he ever … Continue reading Love Curse

Everything and Nothing – Day Three


Thought of the Day by Maria Fokas The Art of Losing – Elizabeth Bishop wrote: “The art of losing isn’t hard to master.” With so much losing every day, it seems that we should be accepting it as an inevitable end; but we rarely do. Every time we fall in love with a moment, a unique person, or that life long accomplishment, its fragile end is always near; it seems. – But what exactly is it that we grieve; the moment, the person, the accomplishment; or is it ourselves within that loss? Everything we’ve ever loved, and lost, has shaped … Continue reading Everything and Nothing – Day Three

Anticipated Memories


Anticipated Memories The wickedness of collapse, is that it comes in idle whispers. It takes you in its arms; numbing the yearning to dream. In quiet steps, it alters the world you thought was real. The present is misplaced, and in the depths of darkness you descend. You see a glimpse of truth in your attempt to trust. A faint spark of memory keeps coming back; There it is; nearest to your heart, that little thing called love. My muse had a charming way of bringing back the dead.    – In all its imperfections, it was a perfect World. … Continue reading Anticipated Memories