Suicidal

I write to you my dear

Out of fear

Because to me it is clear

That you, indeed, I do repel.

I can not tell

If I, who dwells

In chants and spells,

Can love.

My dove,

Oh, dear beloved

Muse of amusements and all that is above

Great, do demystify my confusion.

Tell me if I

Should stop the games and try

To not try but instead do

What must be done to learn to love.

About Me

About me you ask and about me I say that about me I would not like to know because about me... About me, about my face, behind the skull, inside the brain many images do form the kind of things you should ignore, but since it is me ignorance is subdued and everything is thought of from night's black to day's blue. A philosopher, a poet, a thinker, a current drifter that lets himself be dragged down a waterfall into deep bliss with a kiss given not by an angel but by a demonic dream... Now which of these is me I ask and you may say that out of these I'm none for I'm a slave. A slave of dreams and fantastic thoughts, a slave of idling naughts living in a never ending match of daughts. Moving from here to there without a purpose found trying to see the universe but finding out that I am earth bound. From birth 'till death I am earth's creature the spectator watching from the bleachers how humans research the smallest and most gigantic of anythings, digging, destroying grounds InSearchOf diamond rings. Killing each other, killing the innocent, killing everything even the ignorants, killing the retards**I'm sorry that slipped, I meant to say mentally challenged, the challenged in anyway, but that doesn't matter does it to you it's the same. 


--To Be Continued...?

Honey

Honey covered sweet little treat
You give me such a sugar high it's hard for me to keep
My composure as you sleep
On my lap like a kitty cat
I love to watch you take your nap
When I'm done massaging your back
My little harmony
So soft and petite
Like a flower, you're unique
Uniquely loving and loved
A gift from above
If I touch you I wear white gloves
To prevent my self from damaging your frame
This is true love not a lust filled game
The fire in my heart burns furiously driving me insane
For I am insanely infatuated with your self
No amount of money or wealth
Could persuade me to leave you, for my heart would melt

To Mermyth

Oh! Mermyth,

why, why abandon me... why do you, whom I've thought divine, do so coldly turn away and neglect your duties as my muse. Without you I can not think properly and thoughts of greatness, oh great thoughts, do cease to consume my imagination. Thoughts which show truth and in which truth does choose to show its value. Oh! Mermyth, my dear Mermyth. Tell me, why must I suffer in this way when you yourself have brought so many, oh so many, beautiful feelings of fulfilment. You whom exists purely for my salvation. You whom I do love so dearly because of the simple fact that you make me happy. Although your existence lays but within my mind I have chosen to give you life and think you real. A real representation of my purest inspirations and that is why I miss you so. Please do quicken your return and hastily do hurry to me for without proper thought my cloudy mind may end me.

Truly missing you,

Edwin Calvo

March 18th, 2009