The color of red. It burns fiery passion. However, there are two types of this passion. Passion that can create and passion that can destroy.
The Passion of Creation represents love, intercourse, and conception. The Passion of Destruction represents hate, hurt, and devastation. To love and to hate is to live.
I am a quick romantic, often falling in love too quickly, and fantasizing a life with ...
Sometimes I wish to return
To the desert valleys
Of the dry heat
That is Central Arizona
As a young child
Going somewhere new
From the gloomy east
To the evershining west
Living in the eye
The eye of red mountains
Rocky formations
That danced, a sight to see
All the weekends
I stared at red skies
And the Skies stared back at me
As I wondered, what I was
Were they speaking to me maybe?
Foolish ...
When I laid my sight upon you, all of the pain began to fade. The posture and grace of an angel. A body as majestic as the grand canyon. Eyes bleeding green and blue that pierce through my chest. Golden hair I will rest on forever long. Speaks words that ease my soul. Lips that embrace which burns my heart like the sun. Arms that promise to pull me deeper into the seas, as you heal my broken body....
Its been a great sadness
Living life without a sound
Of your heavenly voice
And living without a sight
Of your luminous prescence
I lay awake at night
Thinking about the past
The past of us
It keeps me up
And keeps me without peace
But it was for the best
To let you go
You let me see
Who you really were
After all this time
However, a goodbye without hate
I don’t wish you destruction
Hopefully y...
