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kaneva.comNow the flames shall burn as night closes in,
you’re the light that ignites the fuel
that courses through these veins.
Tell me now if you’re ready to play with fire,
strike the match, we’re gonna dance tonight,
between the tongues of flame that lick our skin,
our sweat covered bodies will seek each other out.
And as the fire we’ve conjured with each searing kiss,
rise up to bring down the heaven to its knees,
we shall swim in the depths of our desires,
until we find release as we look into each others eyes.

-The Elusive Scribe 092613-

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Never enough

The day is never enough to reveal what my heart secretly feels,
for the one who holds it in the palms of his hands as night closes in.
The feelings bottled up, afraid to be revealed,
lest they show how fragile this heart can be.

The day is never enough to show you what you mean to me,
that with my every waking moment your face is all I see.
And before I close my eyes and fall asleep,
your image I conjure to bring in my dreams with me.

The day is never enough to tell you the things I want to say,
because I’m afraid that when I do I’ll spill everything.
The words are there but my lips won’t part,
for guarding my heart is all that I can think of.

The day is never enough to give you all the love I can give,
for time is an enemy I cannot win against.
My hands have a lot to offer you if only you hold them with your own,
and if we could wait for the night together,I promise I’ll tell you all.

-The Elusive Scribe 092413-

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Death

Your lips that kiss cold cheeks tonight
shall be a boon to soul seeking its rightful home,
upon the heaven where freedom lies
from flesh and all its earthly ties.

Your hands shall beckon from the darkness
souls seeking rest,
from their weary travels upon this earth,
and by your leave they’ll go on a final trip
to a place where they once belong.

-The Elusive Scribe 091613-

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Remember Your Name

I remember your name
the same one I’ve etched on my chamber walls.
Your name that my lips often speak of,
and pray that one day you’ll hear my call.

Your name I never knew I’ll learn to love,
even from afar you’re the one I think of.
There is no escape from this that I know of,
but why would I even run away?

The way your name rolls from my lips is perfect,
for it’s spoken with all the love I bear
for the one who brought reason to my life,
surprising me from the darkness where I lie.

It’s your name that lights my world
the reason why I want to wake up in the morn,
because I know you’ll be around.
And if I could hold the time just to keep you close,
I would be holding it hostage so you won’t have to go.

I remember your name
even when I close my eyes at night
for it’s the same name my dreams yearn for,
when darkness opens my bedroom door.
I would snuggle under the covers holding your name in my heart,
for every beat it gives is always for you,
hoping that one day yours will beat for my name too.

-The Elusive Scribe 091613-

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Waves

the waves are softly dancing,
reaching out their hands towards the shore,
beckoning souls to wander into their midst,
to bring back to their watery home.

the waves keep on coming,
calling out to tortured souls that wait
standing by the shore seeking solace
to the hurts their minds do bear.

the waves are already rolling,
tugging softly at flesh cold to the touch,
egging them towards their silent home below,
where peace they may find upon their escape.

-The Elusive Scribe 091013-

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retreating back to the shadows that wait,
wearing silence like armor strong,
no words from lips that lie shall penetrate
to cast their spell upon this weary soul.
the warmth that came from love freely given,
has no more power to keep the chill at bay,
tendrils of ice that swirl and sway
spreads its chilling touch, freezing heart.
enveloped in ice that glistens,
no beating can be heard from within,
for the heart has already hardened
as it sits alone in its quiet despair.

-The Elusive Scribe 090913-

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poet divine come and whisper to me
the words that were meant to free,
this tortured soul from chains that bound,
its hollow heart left forgotten.
let the words you conjure speak the truth,
let their magic work, make them true,
these chains that bound and chafe
scarred surface, heal them now.
poet lay your words against this skin,
let them penetrate deep within,
cure the poison left by honeyed tongue,
that is slowly killing this soul of mine.
poet come for i am waiting,
hear my plight, give me your mercy,
unravel these chains that tighten,
drawing blood, draining life,
say the words and seal them in a kiss,
return to me my lost heart and soul.

-eamarifosque 082913-

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if you’re only here

there are worlds left to discover,
roads that need to be traveled,
a journey worth taking,
if you’re only here.

there are millions of pages to be written,
a billion words to write,
stories to be written and told,
if you’re only here.

there are moments for us to live,
seconds to spare that feels like eternity,
precious moments waiting to be made,
if you’re only here.

there are beautiful mornings for us to wake up to,
and nights for our desires and dreams,
there is always something new to experience,
if only you’re here.

-The Elusive Scribe 082913-

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Dance of a Delirious Mind

the dance of a delirious mind
is like the swirling of colors
that is mixed in a palette,
with the bristles of a brush
that lightly strokes the blank canvas.

colors running down
with every glide of soft bristles,
like tears slowly rolling down
on satin soft cheeks that were once kissed
with reverence.

the dance of a delirious mind
is like a million dreams coalescing,
slowly forming into one,
flickering and flashing,
until they merge into a whole.

dreams of hopes and fears,
of nightmares and daydreams,
that were once trying to escape
but now blending together,
to form a better dream with you in it.

-The Elusive Scribe 082713-