the tempest

passion,
it is the storm on the horizon.
you think you are out of harm's way on the shore,
but you are in its line of fire.
first felt as it drizzles down,
desire will slowly soak its way into your soul.
then thunder crashes in the forms of dreams
and the electricity jolts you awake.
finding yourself drenched
you try to run for cover,
but the deluge is on.
the fervor weighs you down.
slows your step.
the earth beneath you swallows you whole.
engulfed by the tempest of the sweetest emotions
all you can do is weather the storm
and pray for dear life that the floods cease
and that clear skies are on their way
because this storm doesn't invigorate,
it inundates.

hunter

this attraction,
i know it's not the smile on your face.
it's nothing more than the thrill of the chase,
and it fools me every time.

i sit here and think i might love you.
and you will creep into my dreams.
and this will last until my heart breaks a little more
or explodes along these freshly sown seams.

someone who learns from mistakes,
my god i must be insane.
because i keep doing things differently
and yet always end up the same.

i can't put my finger on it
i can't see where i go wrong
and everyday i fight this fight
reminding myself all along,
that despite this feeling of desire
and despite these relentless dreams
no matter how much i want to believe,
nothing, nothing is ever what it seems.

it's only the thrill of the chase.
it's only the thrill of the chase.
and i promise you that it has nothing to do
with that smile on your beautiful face.

to eden and back

the pastures can only be so green
and the sky only so blue
like your eyes
so blue
and so lost i get when i look into them.
looking away is like a return from eden
where the grass isn't so soft under my toes
and the sky is chocking with clouds
and everything i saw in your eyes is gone.

damn you, you wonderfully magnificent dreams!

my dreams as of late have been amazing.

the emotions of my slumber far surpass those when awake.

so wonderful.

and so cruel.

imagine sleeping thru the happiest moment of your day.

rather, sleeping to have that happiest moment.

so cruel.

and yet, so wonderful.

damn you,

you wonderfully magnificent,

emotionally charged,

and evermore exciting than the last

dreams.

if i didn't know any better,

i'd think my days were dreary for dreams to have such impact.

and yet, i couldn't be farther from the truth.

my days rock, but f*ck, my dreams rock harder.