Shinigami Thougth XXIX

There are so many words I cannot say,
when I look into your eyes.
I want to be able to tell you one day,
but I'm left speechless every time that I try.

You must have stumbled across the key,
and discovered so much more.
You found a hidden place in me,
you found my heart and opened the door.
And I cried in pain
of losing my dear friend.

Will it ever be the same again?
If it passes will it be the end?
I realized it was worth so much,
as I lie in bed that night.
So I allowed my soul to be touched,
without even putting up a fight.
Are my eyes deceiving me,
when I see you standing there?
Are you playing games,
just to prove I care?

Someday I might see,
though that day has not and might not come yet.
You'll say you love me,
but will you ever forget?
If that happens and my spirit dies,
if my emotions drop,
will you want to hold me when I cry?
Or will the love just suddenly stop?
We can't expect to fall in love and never cry.

You'll stay and play your part,
but after the beauty starts to die,
will your footprints still be on my heart?
Though it would be hard to say goodbye,
your friend I'll always be,
as long as we always try,
to keep the friendship between you and me.

The letter I will not send
will casually inquire,
how could you have brought it to an end?
I was your one desire.
After this life is over,
you'll be one person I know I'll miss.

It'll be too late to start over,
and so I leave you with this...
I'll hold you for a lifetime,
if you'll just hold my hand.
We could have a wonderful time,
in the days we have not yet planned.

Shinigami Thought XXVIII Alone

I hear the ticking of the clock
I'm lying here the room's pitch dark
I wonder where you are tonight
No answer on the telephone
And the night goes by so very slow
Oh I hope that it won't end though
Alone...

Till now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you
And now it chills me to the bone
How do I get you alone

You don't know how long I have wanted
To touch your lips and hold you tight
You don't know how long I have waited
And I was going to tell you tonight
But the secret is still my own
And my love for you is still unknown
Alone...

Shinigami Thought XXVII Erotico II

Mis labios Mis labios te recorren lentamente mientras te excitas inmensamente
Una inmensa pasión tu placer aumenta y mi boca dulcemente te atormenta.
Siento el fuego palpitante, de tu cuerpo vibrante.
Mis labios desciendan suavemente donde más desea tu mente.
Tu movimiento excitante, invita a mi boca provocante,
reposar en tu perfumada flor para despertar todo tu ardor.
Tus pétalos se abren para embriagarme de placer y mis sentidos no dejan de arder.
Mis labios comienzan una rítmica succión,
acelerando tu emoción,
te estremeces con ansiedad,
y deseo sentir tu humedad.
Mientras tu cuerpo toco,
el deleite te provoco.
Esperando ansioso la transformación,
de tu rostro marcado por la pasión.
Cierta parte en mi se está hinchando,
y mis caderas desean andando,
hacerte sentir muy bien,
en un rítmico vaivén.
Entonces me invitas con pasión a sentir mareas de emoción.
Tu cuerpo me acelera la emoción y siento un torrente de pasión,
Sientes el momento culminante y te apresuras a sentir ese instante,
en un vaivén desenfrenado,
con tu cuerpo caliente y mojado.
Tus flujos se deslizan y tus gemidos se agudizan.
Un estremecimiento me hace flotar,
y nuevamente me invitas a navegar,
en un mar de placer, donde mil cosas hacer.

Shinigami Thought XXVI my version of vivir sin aire

Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air
If I should die before I wakeIt's 'cause you took my breath away
Losing you is like living in a world with no air
I'm here alone, didn't wanna leave
My heart won't move, it's incomplete
Wish there was a way that I can make you understand
But how do you expect meto live alone with just me
'Cause my world revolves around you
It's so hard for me to breathe

Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air
Can't live, can't breathe with no air
It's how I feel whenever you ain't there
It's no air, no air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gonna be without me
If you ain't here, I just can't breathe

I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew
Right off the ground to float to you
There's no gravity to hold me down for real
But somehow I'm still alive inside
You took my breath, but I survived
I don't know how, but I don't even care

You got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gonna be without me
If you ain't here, I just can't breathe
It's no air, no air

Shinigami Thought XXV Mujer

Mujer de mis locos sueños

Mujer de mis locas ansias

Mujer te regalo las notas

de mi alma enamorada

Mujer me embriaga la noche

la sencillez de tu mirada

el beso de vino tan dulce

que dejaste sobre mi alma

La risa dormida en tus labios

el verso de amor que agiganta

Mujer se esconde tu nombre.....

.....perdido entre mi almohada.

Shinigami Thought XXIV "erotico"

Verte vestida es la mejor excusa
para imaginar tu desnudez ya luego
pues bajo la ropa que ostentas ilusa,
yacen el infierno, la pasión y el fuego.

Entre tanto miro casi indiferente
aquellos rincones que tu piel asoma,
como aquel escote que a más de tu aroma
me regala un poco de tu ser ardiente.

Y mis manos suben, bajan, por tu ropa,
ansiando tu piel y deseando ser boca,
soñando la miel que tu vientre derrama
al sentirte mujer, cuando se te ama.

Extraño el temblor que sin querer tu cuerpo
después del amor como final regala,
el abrazo eterno tras la gran batalla
en que nos unimos más allá del tiempo...

Aun verte vestida agita el pensamiento,
puedes encenderme sin lugar a duda,
y tan sólo espero nos llegue el momento
para poseerte... esta vez desnuda.

Thor's Dream III

If this should meet the eye of the gentleman who favoured me with these disclosures, I trust he will excuse my confessing that the sight of the rising sun, and the contemplation of the magnificent Order of the vast Universe, made me impatient of them. In a word, I was so impatient of them, that I was mightily glad to get out at the next station, and to exchange these clouds and vapours for the free air of Heaven.
By that time it was a beautiful morning. As I walked away among such leaves as had already fallen from the golden, brown, and russet trees; and as I looked around me on the wonders of Creation, and thought of the steady, unchanging, and harmonious laws by which they are sustained; the gentleman's spiritual intercourse seemed to me as poor a piece of journey-work as ever this world saw. In which heathen state of mind, I came within view of the house, and stopped to examine it attentively.
It was a solitary house, standing in a sadly neglected garden: a pretty even square of some two acres. It was a house of about the time of George the Second; as stiff, as cold, as formal, and in as bad taste, as could possibly be desired by the most loyal admirer of the whole quartet of Georges. It was uninhabited, but had, within a year or two, been cheaply repaired to render it habitable; I say cheaply, because the work had been done in a surface manner, and was already decaying as to the paint and plaster, though the colours were fresh. A lop-sided board drooped over the garden wall, announcing that it was "to let on very reasonable terms, well furnished." It was much too closely and heavily shadowed by trees, and, in particular, there were six tall poplars before the front windows, which were excessively melancholy, and the site of which had been extremely ill chosen.
It was easy to see that it was an avoided house -- a house that was shunned by the village, to which my eye was guided by a church spire some half a mile off -- a house that nobody would take. And the natural inference was, that it had the reputation of being a haunted house.
No period within the four-and-twenty hours of day and night is so solemn to me, as the early morning. In the summer-time, I often rise very early, and repair to my room to do a day's work before breakfast, and I am always on those occasions deeply impressed by the stillness and solitude around me. Besides that there is something awful in the being surrounded by familiar faces asleep -- in the knowledge that those who are dearest to us and to whom we are dearest, are profoundly unconscious of us, in an impassive state, anticipative of that mysterious condition to which we are all tending -- the stopped life, the broken threads of yesterday, the deserted seat, the closed book, the unfinished but abandoned occupation, all are images of Death. The tranquillity of the hour is the tranquillity of Death. The colour and the chill have the same association. Even a certain air that familiar household objects take upon them when they first emerge from the shadows of the night into the morning, of being newer, and as they used to be long ago, has its counterpart in the subsidence of the worn face of maturity or age, in death, into the old youthful look. Moreover, I once saw the apparition of my father, at this hour. He was alive and well, and nothing ever came of it, but I saw him in the daylight, sitting with his back towards me, on a seat that stood beside my bed. His head was resting on his hand, and whether he was slumbering or grieving, I could not discern. Amazed to see him there, I sat up, moved my position, leaned out of bed, and watched him. As he did not move, I spoke to him more than once. As he did not move then, I became alarmed and laid my hand upon his shoulder, as I thought -- and there was no such thing.