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[Rayge]

Kiss - 2/15/06

Miles Away, But so close to heart
The love of my life, till death do us part.
Engulfed in passion, Revel the fire.
That doth hearts ignited, the dreams they conspire.
To be man and wife, eternal splendor.
For her presence alone drives me wild, the senses they render.
Me helpless.
Good, Intentions, chivalrous acts, hours of romance, unbreakable pacts.
Numerous poems, Undeniable bliss, a heart that I’ve earned, sealed the kiss.
Bided with care, such words I had wrote, all that I am, exult in the note.

"The cloak ticks but never faults, the honor grows greater with time.
The sun only shines and never fades the thought of the wedding bell chime.
Nothing short of a goddess, encased in a tempting white dress.
Still the same love stricken fool, who will always give you his all and no less.

Day by Day, Year by year, the fire glows bright, scorching all fear.
All doubts to ashes, Uncertainties-dust. Pillar of Fire, defeating all lust.
Igniting all passions, burns away sorrow, the flame dies tonight, soars back tomorrow.

It is destiny, the only one for me.
It is fate, beautiful blue eyes I see
It is foretold, you would be my blushing bride.
It is truth, you alone complete me inside.

Too gorgeous for words, too sweet for etudes
Too grand to be over, each day new preludes.
To the rest of our lives, that is meant to be shared together.
It has all been worth it, we were meant as birds to a feather"

As he paused at the end, she delivered a kiss
From Foe to friend, pleased it surmounted to this.  

[Rayge]

Eyes Revision - 11/4/05

An appearance in shambles eyes carried off in a dull gaze.
Body battered and bruised, a former glory never restored perfection in which society sought not found as my redemption lie unsaved.
Flaw that scrap me, Thoughts infiltrate me, catastrophic distortion, as my utopia slips away.
The mind of a child, body of a man. The creative mind wanders in to lands where logic has no purpose.
A mere pawn. A god. A pauper. A deity. A Puppet. A Catalyst. A nightmare. A dream.
Do I even exist? In my wounds that I bleed do there lay beauty?
For a story lie deep within thyself... you just need to open your eyes...
The eyes go ablaze as that innocent gaze is consumed by the soul burning bright.
The body with bruise, I’ve got nothing to lose, my spirit struggles to win this one fight.
Flaws hinder my self esteem, kill an innocent dream that I will live my days with such joy.
But to be such a man to conquer all that he can is my life nothing more than a toy?
With a light such as her my mind can’t help but concur, that such goals are more that a tale.
For these fire filled eyes dance with utmost surprise, as he fought through the storm and the hale.
The beautiful gaze that his heart set ablaze, a woman dazzling, charismatic with charm.
Locks of blond hair and her eyes I would stare, feeling bashful and filled with alarm.
I’m no longer alone, my face no longer a stone, but fair skin with a simple complexion.
For these eyes have felt pain, but her love they would gain. Michelle is my love and affection.
For one year ago my heart was covered in snow, a pit that I could never climb.
But that feeling appeared, and my vision was cleared. These eyes made a new paradigm.
As I reached for her hand I saw a far away land, nothing short of a momentous occasion.
But in my hand was a note, in which I began to devote, a style of wit and persuasion.
The note reads the first, and my heart begins to burst, as the beginning is now the sweet end.
As she read it aloud, it now drew a cloud, and here was the advice I lend;

Though my appearance is rough, I stand Strong
Though my eyes glow nothing of the cerulean seas yonder, I stand strong.
Though my body is not the sculpture, chiseled by society into perfection, I stand strong.
Though I may be hindered by my flaws, I am not stopped. Thou Remains Strong.
Society's outcast, basking only in the dark shadows of the fortunate sons.
Society's misunderstanding only looked down upon for my abstract mind.  

[Rayge]

Irony - 2/14/06

Irony: A form of speech in which the real meaning is concealed or contradicted by the words used.
But what happens when the ironic twist of fate turns out for the better?
Could it be the tool of tragedy...can be a blessing in disguise?
Can what is redounding to be a cruel twist of fate, be the greatest gift of all?
Is there such beauty in darkness? Can there be truth in false hope?
The greatest light is derived from the greatest darkness.

Shadows Asunder. Ambient Light. Immaculate Thunder. Adulate Rite.
The Greatest of Hate. Sum of all Fears. Apex of Love. Trail of Tears.
Long Winded Story. Pages once shattered. Utter Deceits. Souls were all shattered.
Slight Twist of Fate. Unparalleled shift. From Foe to now friend, Irony's Rift.

Bitter Rivals, Animosity fierce with pure disgust for another.
Inner Revivals, Deep Pools of purple twirling in the mind, resentment for fact, Malice for fiction.
Reveled Arrival, The heart in which black burns red, the impassioned flame from one's heart overcoming the past, its searing flame bursting with untapped emotion blazing onward!

Arduous Fights, No side willing to bend, such unrelenting ferocity to destroy the others joy.
Emotional Nights, Indecision. How can one love in which they hate? Confusion. Seclusion. Amity or disillusion?
Inner Delights, Certainty in fidelity. Confidence in Cordiality. A Paradox shattered as church bells did ring.


Once Avid Adversary, My hearts content.
Every second with you, is an honor I've spent.
Through all that may come, and all that may go.
From Rivals Before, to now humbled beau.
An ironic twist, it’s perfectly clear.
I’m free from all worries, exempt from all fear.
My final words, in which the irony sealed.
No longer a secret, all thoughts revealed.
A woman who loves me, whose side I shall stay.
I love you too babe, Happy Valentine's Day.  

[Rayge]

World - 12/28/04

Devastation, The damned stand waiting as the bells toll.
The death of spirit and the downfall of inner prosperities.
Empty promises, broken dreams, has a loving heart been worth so much time.
Hours wasted encompassed by love, tears tasted by the scorn of such isolation.
Corruption and deceit, Rain down upon thee for loving, thy apple of my eye more enticing than ever.
Damnation, Dreams of peace and serenity crumble at thy feet, left naught but wallow in thy own defeat. The Misunderstood taste their own tears, the taste bitter yet so familiar. Why the loving are punished, eternally scorned for having faith in the world around them.
Real World. Damnation, death of all love and caring is eminent. Jealously and Greed overpowering all senses of care and spirit from this so called free world. Nothing is free anymore, all decisions have their toll.
Thy World, a sanctuary constructed in thy mind. A place of pure ecstasy, Turmoil and chaos effaced. Only happiness and love ensues all hearts, a perfect world free from society’s tainted claws. Thy will is set, but shall never be accomplished.
My dreams are an unfinished picture, and all hopes of its completion wear thin.