Of that vessel which I use

I dreamt of a dream: of a dreamer that dreamt.
Wherever he did go, I also went.
As a child I knew him not, at least that's what he said.
Before he slumbers more, I'll wake inside his head.
Too self oblivious to force me out, too withdrawn to find his cure.
One of us must pass away, this verity is sure.
This man, since boy, I have encapsulated,
and ever since then it has been me he's hated.
Pain I could give him when pleasure he would seek.
He prayed for the tender touch of angels on his cheek.
Will I face my lifelong ally on the final field?
In this struggle must I die, or must he change to yield?
This answer lies in waiting for the question to be asked,
and while I rest, "Follow sleep", the fool remains full masked.

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Sadly My feelings cannot be fully said
However, these emotions are from my heart bred
Always dreaming and wanting you near.
Never will I have you, this I truly fear.
Every tear of grief I have bled
Longs for my cravings to be love fed.
Lasting oaths of my love you'll hear.
Eden has never seen fairer appear.

Lupus

The noble wolf searches for it's only love,
the silver orb in heaven that his lonesome song calls to each night without fail. 
He runs the lengths of the plains where emptiness is as broad as his wild heart,
Climbs the mountains who's jagged edges jade his existance.
Striding onto his stone cold perch, he calls to that which he can never have. 
All that hear his cry are filled with a chill of uncertainty.

Why he craves for her sombre glow, they know not.
Surely he would not hunt for something so inaccessable,
Yet it has always been his source of courage, his object of worship.
She casts her kind rays over him in her whimsical way.
As the night ages and his ever near companion grows heavy with every breath he takes,
He feels himself becoming weak and unsure of himself.

The orange glow that many find a comfort begins to cut the sky.
This grand creature detests it, for it's warm radiance means the death of his love.
He retreats to his only remaining refuge, the dark cave that he calls his home,
Providing shelter from the fire that brings love to others and sorrow to him.
The darkness serves as a reminder of what awaits him in his uneasy patience,
Where he can seek out his object of wanting that someday he's determined to get.

Fight for life not born 

The most powerful beings in the world must be trees 
They are older than humans as the goddess agrees. 
Their lithe, rough arms reach up to the sky. 
They are old and great, could they ever die? 
Aeons ago, before the time of man, 
Trees had spirits, they walked and ran. 
In the grassy glen that gladly grew great. 
But living without purpose was not their fate. 
The planet was dying caused by daemons and ghouls, 
Not abiding to the earth mothers lucid rules. 
She summoned into battle her creatures of war. 
Later stories praised them in legend and lore. 
The most heroic were notably three: 
The Holly, the Ash and mighty Oak tree. 
They were the generals of the army of land, 
Leading into battle the most chivalrous band. 

Most courageous of all was the Holly, 
Spikes on all ends were his enemies' folly. 
Trailing behind him many foes were piled, 
Proving to all that his spirit was wild. 
The grim Ash was filled with gloom and rage. 
His warlike temper no one could cage. 
He pounded his rivals into the ground, 
Brutally, savagely and without a sound. 
Fleet-footed was the noble ruling Oak. 
His name solely with respect was spoke. 
Both good and evil before him trembled. 
Adversaries saw him and soon disassembled. 
The battle was won by these heroes power. 
The few remaining devils fled in cower. 
They ran into Hades where they now dwell. 
Never again speaking of how they fell. 

The land was now peaceful and of poison clean, 
So the goddess introduced a race never seen. 
To a strange new creature she gave birth: 
Humans were created from the very earth. 
We were valued as her greatest creation, 
She saw we could form a dominant nation. 
She wanted no harm to befall her seed. 
Keepers of man she would surely need. 
Her soldiers did well defending the sphere. 
All foul spirits are now hiding in fear. 
She decided that they would be best for the role, 
To defend mankind and his meaningful soul. 
Upon the trees she cast her final spell, 
Assured that after this all would be well. 
They still watch over us, firmly planted. 
Their names revered of the trees enchanted. 

Expressions

My heart is filled with sadness, 
then I look up at you. 
I feel something stir deep inside me, 
and I want to say the words. 

I watch you constantly. 
My mind is a Tempest. 
I look into your eyes and drown, 
and I want to say the words. 

I think about you always. 
My dreams are filled with only you. 
I wish to hold you near me, 
and I want to say the words. 

I look up at you, and you at me, 
Our eyes meet briefly and we smile. 
You then turn away, 
and the words I cannot say I whisper; 
"I love you!" 

Song

Delicate rose, you look so pure.
Why you seem so perfect, I am not sure.
Your covering thorns stab and bring pain.
How can I persue you and still keep sane?

Replace my lips with a pen

Could speech ever express true emotions of man,
while written words have, and always can?

Thy splendour astounds me 

In Hell and Heaven, in earth and salt sea, 
Never a more beautiful sight shall you see. 
With body shaped by Venus, and essence found from grace, 
Visions of you and I in an heavenly embrace. 

I would give up my life and my personage for thee, 
But still thou wouldst not love me? 

Teach your sweet gentle lips to kiss, 
And fuse our souls in mutual bliss. 
Eyes were made for beauty's favour, 
Let mine gaze and let them savour. 

My affection grows higher than the tallest tree, 
But still thou wouldst not love me? 

The serpent and the apple 

Of his devotion a man should never tell, 
To his beloved with whom his love does dwell. 
For then she shuns him and him does ignore, 
And of this his heart can take no more. 

On being not loved a man's life seems ended. 
To gain this love he would will his body bended, 
His soul condemned to the underworld, 
And his bones over the globe to be hurled. 

Woman unkind, 
Torment my mind. 
Love killed, 
happiness not willed. 
"Life will refrain, 
to end all my pain." 

Burning

Satan's flames can't compare to the tongues that lick my heart. 
Seeking pain, seeking joy, help to discern these apart. 
Heaven's tears can douse the thirst of hell's furious fire, 
still these drops fall from my eye and nurture my desire. 
I walk with tears through the buds which blossom in the dell, 
press their petals to my lips and kiss my love farewell. 
But all flowers must die in the flaming autumn chill, 
so wither away all hopes, all dreams and lovers will. 

Downtrodden 

If you find this rhyme funny , laugh at it. 
If you find this rhyme sad then cry. 
If you think it is bad , don't read it. 
If you think it is good , I ask why?