Profession of love

"And you wont have any gods before me"

I am your goodness
And you are my lord

From now we can enjoy the world

As it is written in the old book

of love

Islands and cities

Sometimes I live on the desert island
After this I back to the cities of thousand lovers who try to reach me
Promising kisses and sweet dreams and cute things I can take going with them

And it's all good until I can reach your island
And you among the crowd

Moments are good yet not enough

Yes some moments in space are wonderful
And still worth to go for
Yet this immortal hope
For eternal joy
Is better

It's like a sweet dream
You can feed each moment
Of your life
And smile inside
The big internal light

Is this what you own
And this makes you rich
As nothing else ever could make it

No one can take it from you too
So you are the king
Of life
And this is what is great
In that

Little big things

Sometimes just a second
Is enough that little things
Grow up enough
To kill

Good if you are in time
To pass this short time
And live
And back to normal
Like nothing never happen

And small things are small
As they were before

Imagination

I love to imagine my self
That it is you
Who still look at me

here

Walking shadow

You
A bottomless pit
Where I drink my water
Of dreams
To feed my self
The way I wish

Your silence
Is the most courageous food
For my craves
I still hide before
Blind eyes
Of the crowd

As your words
Are balsam
For all longings
You put me in

To let me want you
More
And to let me
Drift on my way
With more passion

With the little help
Of your assurance

That we belong
To each other
At the end

At least

So you insist
To not let me be so sure
Of you still
Good that at least
At the end
Of my despair
You come to say
This
What I need to hear
To live

Flowers instead how nice

Oh I didn't know
You killed your wife
Some time ago
It is so kind of you
To bring flowers on her grave
And give her prayer or two

So she rests now
and smiles to you

You are good boy today
What a nice surprise for her
Do you think she cares?

Ville Valo feat. Natalia Avelon - Summer Wine - HQ

Another summer ahead
lets drink some wine
Instead
of other things
we could do
If we were able to move

Proportions

In each life
There is time of passion
As there is time of boredom
There is place for love and hate
There is time for work and rest
And so on

Just proportions
Make some differences
I suppose

Slight differences

Strange thing
Sometimes I can't find big difference between
Poets I read here
And lovers I give my self to
I feel the same unfaithful
When I stop with one to start with another

How I love to have my heart open wide for you
Now you can fuck my mind
Even more than you could do this
With my cunt

My dear poet

My dear poet friend
Your influence on my blog site is so evident!
I am so sorry though
To steal another picture from your site
But they fit so well to my mind
And this pleasure from this little crime is so big
So I can't help it...

I know you will forgive me
I don't know what about others though
Let's not think of them now
And live as long we can as long we wish

Oh yes indeed!
Let's live
To the end of love
Of course

Then we can die in peace
With smiles on our face

Writers and lovers

With writers and poets
As with lovers
Sometimes it's better
To try them all
Before you decide which one
Fits to you the most

Ps My dear poet friend
I am sorry I read another one more
But you know I'll be back to you soon
So do not worry and write still
If not for me so for them

Silly comparison

People are:
Stupid or smart
Depends how smart we are in fact to say that
Sensitive or not
Depends how sensitive we are we can see this or feel it somehow
Deep believers in God whatever called or realists
Depends of many things even the time we are actually in
Bad or good
Depends of souls, community, believes or family or other things happen to us and what is actually bad thing or good? Generally, culturally, locally, socially, in human eyes, in god eyes or nature? Who really knows? Oh yes we know we create the system already to live by so let's leave this for now.
Funny or serious, oh depends too, from many factors of course
Sexy or not it also depends of this what we like and we want

Oh actually why this catalogue is for?
We are different that's all
But if we can see some are beautiful and good for us so it's nice
Let's get friends or let's have a little romance
or true love with each other
This is what we can do here just chose and go for it
And live

Yes indeed.

To Marquise de Sade

My dear Marquise de Sade
How I love your dark free mind
I can even agree with the fact
That God is just a dream
We love to feed our minds and hearts
And some of us are wrong
For sure even the fool
Any way dreams are good until they let us be happy I think
Well even if I don't have this one dream anymore
I have another one I love to live for
This one you don't like too
But I do
Maybe because I am not so bad
As those creatures you describe
Monsters inside
Oh god sometimes it's really hard to go through
This madness you write about
Even just to show this philosophy
You love to own your self

Yes following passions is the thing for me too
But I don't like that you afraid of love

I prefer to believe in this one good thing
It keeps me mad and alive still and free

Besides I don't dream of hundred priests fucking me hard
Nor about killing children
or other victims of perversity
You love so much to describe
No my friend
I am not free this way I am not going there, why for?
Is it really so wonderful?
Any way you just like to go through bad things to show something
To amaze to shock of course
I admit I've never met the man as you
And I admire this lack of borders too
Inside your imagination of course
Such a free man you are!
So wild!
Somehow funny too
Master I can say
But such a bad boy!
Shame on you!
I think I should spank you!

But this what is good
Is to know
That you can do within your mind
Whatever you want
And that even love
Sometimes is better just to keep in your mind in your dream
Than realise all this what you wish

well at least not too fast

You have it still though
Inside you

Oh my love how many times we will be planning to meet
Again and again
And create this story of us
Just to live just to smile
And feel more?

I love this you know?

I love even those never kept promises you do
I know it's hard at times to realise some dreams
Besides they are more beautiful like this
When we long for them still so much
My absent lover
I'll always love you more
Than this one I just touch right now

Yet still I have hope for more

and this is what keeps alive this love
and all charm of life
I suppose

In mean time

Love
I learn still how to please you
Reading books of all possible kind of behaviors people do
Bad or good doesn't matter my love
I just wish to be good whore
In moments we are together
All the rest time
I have fun or wait or love
I know it's hard sometimes to handle
But I try
Why?
To keep my self happy free and wild
Just as I love and you love me to be
I think
or to make you a bit mad
well I am also bad
Just as you like
:)

Too little still

Precious moments
Why we have to wait for them so long again
What to do in mean time, my man?
Cry, think of it, miss
Or try to replace somehow
This special charm
We had once upon a time
And believe?

It's still too little
For me
To live

To not feel this waste
Of the time

I do now

Request

Just tell me
When you stop love me
So I know the date
of my death

Of the Wand and the Moon - I Crave For You (Featuring Matt Howden)

Not a poem just single reflection

What a wonderful calmess
Around
All is done well as so far
Children grow up
Spending their time in good hands
Of their granparents now
All have holidays
What a wonderful time
And I can simply drown in my thoughts again
And take a distance to all
That happen to me
Or that I have done by my self
Yes much mess too but at the end with smiles and joy
I can't be wrong on this way
At least I think I know
That I have to just try this all
Before I go