SPAWNmaster

To seek… In her eyes, I am lost forever. Drowning in the sea of sorrow and anguish. Her face of radiant beauty seeing to my fate as if... as if... as if only I was her subject, she my queen. In her lips, it is seen her tongue which dances to the stars. I am pulled in, and lost once more.  The enticing and cherished moment of love...that instant where her gaze pulls; draws me in once more. Of pure romance is my heart, and still, she does not notice. Only when I look at once, and I catch that gaze. The one of hers, our eyes lock and in prospect, I understand. She loves me back. And soon we are both swimming in this tide, th

im floating down a river of our own prosperity... in bloom, we dance as seasons pass; longevity seems to bear presence amongst the time, so passing. the current, enangered, thrashes and calls to beat down our delight- but morals hold and so i bask in the strength your countenance gives me, to traverse what rocks in this stream emerge. abiding by my travel's momentum this vessel of mine floats on, through an endless white-watered sea of bubbles upon which bliss arises; the horizon withdraws it's edge to my sight and reveals to me a waterfall sweetened by your aural aroma. once upon me, i am cast by it, through what wo

caressing the walls of eternity with my fingers as i plunge down the void- which rises to meet the stars; my shape conforms to the withdrawl of my essence and i find myself to be nothing. landing in this soft labyrinth of silk i caress what appears to be hide; and it appears to be my own, this walk amongst clouds in this new world has instilled upon me hope once again... a fissure- in the embodiment of my vice and my virtue takes form; and i come to realize the simplicity of this element that this nurturing warmth eminating from the ellysian fields... my sanctuary is but my savior and support, in however i may feel.

Bobbing on a champagne filled cloud along a mirror sky; watching maritime beauty paint the void cosmos opaque, this phantom rogue, oblivious to the conceit of the machine world below caresses a golden twilight through his gaze. a dreary night's haunt calls forth a pool who's seepage permeates within our protagonist to inflict infectious laughter, irrationality, mollification; and all through eternity, the perpetual game of adulation is volleyed so that in the end- at the end of infinity, a spectral love carries it's note through the air so that a ghastly apparition takes form to those who hear such cry and may be

A Midnight Walk On the Beach like a mirror on the earth, the great sea before me echoes the nimble radiance of the moon; her features disseminating through rays of light, until they are stopped by the titanic horizon- barely revealing itself unto the fair night. a warm breeze adding depth to the already tepid air, falls upon my face and whips the white sand- cold against my feet- into a frenzy; this breeze, as it caresses my bare skin, speaks to all who listen, and whispers words into my ear... relating a tale of a thousand years past, describing the ancient beauties of nature unseen by human eyes that formed by the playf