Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

.The Blankets Invitation

Torn between the various realms the soul shouts a plea, it begs yea to listen to each beat of the heart and record it to memory. Like the rain of a thunderous storm, love awakened from inside and there it began to breathe the life of each moment with you and I.Saturated deep I reached in disbelief to find in reality you were side by side with me.

My flesh struggles to join in spirit the sweetness of your embrace.

To deny true love is to witness the death of a soul.


The reality of emotions is in their most painful existence.


He who barters with the devil will find
the insatiable hunger will devour the soul.

The barriers are formed of insecurity that only love can remove.
The love of peace, happiness, honesty and truth.

The tighter the weave,
the stronger the hold.

It is not a matter of want,
my need for you love leads
the soul to the gateway of life.

1 comment:

Mark said...

True, to deny love is to witness the death of the soul for to deny love is to deny our essence, our soul, our core being.