Something I wrote

Razor · Subject: Something I wrote Wed Nov 21, 2007 7:13 am

The Soul Saver
The skies were purplish black in colour,lightening shattered the sky from
time to time and the moon appeared where it could among the racing clouds in
their openings,though its light shone bright when it did fall and it just
revealed the shoreline and the ground of red rock.This was the place of so
many things;here was the beginning of all life in the universe,in all
dimensions and in all ways,shapes,and forms.Here mortals and immortals and
those spiritual and fleshy all existed together,it is the place where all
creation started from and would end and again to be reborn.

The water that surrounded the land took the colour of the sky and was filled
with ships off in the distance that seemed to move when you looked at
them,full masts and moving still quite slowly but never leaving the sight of
land.The coastline was filled with bones and skulls of those fallen and
never to be reborn,their clothes lay scattered on the waters edge as though
spat from the water itself.Every now and again the sky would open and
another being would fall to the surface,sometimes in the water,sometimes on
the land,screaming as they fell,awaiting their resolution;even destiny and
fate were here in forms and all the oceans of the world and all four corners
of every dimension did here come together.

No matter where one fell from or to,all were faced reading this as it
appeared before their eyes"lightening blue on jet black skies,fire dominates
the night,tears of pain on an angels face,fallen far into blue heavens
grace.The ancient path the scrollmen keep,blood of angels wash their feet,no
one knows where it lies,the place of mourning where angels die,blue heavens
not for mortal men,those who tread,tread without sin,tis the place of
mourning for all who come to be reborn into time"

The lands were beautiful to look at and the trees sheltered all that was
around them,the forests had many glowing lights like campfires and on closer
inspection three were forms scurrying about and flying and voices could be
heard.There was every type of life there,those emerging and dying and being
rebornand created.As like in the ocean,the dolphins and the whales and all
of life sustained there in rare form.but on land were the fairies and the
pixies and the unicorns and all that life would sustain.The land seemed to
go on forever and of its end no one knew.reports from falling beings said it
was an island though noone ever made it back when trying to reach the other
side.

On top of a cliff stood a man well built,He looked human and then yet
unhuman,he was dressed like a sorcerer and a warrior and had the looks of a
warlock and yet again a slayer.His dark eyes winced at times across the
ocean and onto the horizon and he watched with much pain and concern in his
eyes.From time to time red liquid flowed from his eyes and ran down his
cheeks and he would wipe it away from his eyes as another being fell from
the sky.Upon this he would jump down and attempt to rescue the fallen
one.Sometimes he succeeded,sometimes not,but he always tried and so he was
known as "The Soul Saver" A dark complected man who said very little and yet
seemed with ease to be either mortal or immortal,flesh or spirit depending
on what needed to be.

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Razor · Subject: The vampyres legacy Wed Nov 21, 2007 7:17 am

Vampyres Legacy

A mythical creature, known to man

they do exist they come in a clan

While you sleep they drink your blood

when you wake up you see darkness surrounding, a red

flood.

Bathed in red

you lie dead, victim to the night

even if you were awake you couldnt put up a fight

unstoppable, indestructable, immortal, the vampyres curse

Not all are a hollywood based plea, as you soon found out

you turn, scream and shout,

gasp for your breath, hold it in

as the teeth sink unwillingly into your skin

the blood trickling down your neck, you feel the pain,

your cries in vain

The vampyres legacy, must not be forgotten

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Razor · Subject: The Fire Wed Nov 21, 2007 7:19 am

This was written to my wife.

The Fire

watching the embers flare and pop

the fire rising high into the night

naked and bare on my fur

I wait and dream of her.

The heat of the flames carressing my skin

in ways she only understands

A touch only she bears

I wait and dream of that touch.

The crackle of the wood

speaks her soft whisper

the words that rule my soul

I wait and dream of that whisper

The colour of flame, passion, desire

that which is stoked within

the fire that burns only for her

i wait and dream of our fire.

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Razor · Subject: Re: Something I wrote Wed Nov 21, 2007 7:21 am

Are you listening to what I say?

or are you merely hearing my words?

are you listening to my heart

or do you just feel it beat?

Do you hear in my voice,

or just the tones in your ear?

are you breathing my breath,

or am i breathing yours?

these tears I feel are they mine .

or do I cry from your soul?

Kiss me on my cheek

and tell me that you care

kiss me on my neck

then I'll know you're there

kiss me on my hand

so you can be polite

kiss me on my chest

so we can makeout all night

Kiss me on my back

then you will get my attention

kiss me on my arm

and love I will never mention

kiss me on my forehead

and I will close my eyes

kiss me on my lips

and I will never lie

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Razor · Subject: Re: Something I wrote Wed Nov 21, 2007 7:32 am

What desire shall burn or beast at a core should be the one the one that hurts ever more. What would witchery know of a sight projected from a world bent in birches of twisted hell Not have been a time but sing in my songs setway transgressed into pieces strewn apart around and every which way and days turn to instinct what debauchery may flee theres a subtle comfort in civility away the ache of deconstructive like charm Loss are those so easily thrown away like yesterdays song in black town gesture I love and love none may hurt more than the truth from which i hide that kept me running what not is but true of you that is but is true as i still i think awhile the hurt may run deep.

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