SOLANGEL

I am the brightness to your heart'
the music to your ear.
I am the seed of those angels
whom forever I'll care.

But each day sheds darkness
and drought brings rain.

I'll explain...

Alone I am in a day's darkness
and the heavens dissatisfied
will break into tears.


A fairy's wand and friend's love
share likeness, to fight my fears.

You are so close up tight'
so fun to play.
Your voice makes me sway,
the movement of my lips
begging you to stay.

I work so hard to make it clear
pictures in my head still smeared.

Finger tips blister trying to make it work; never does!!!

I wish you knew me like I know you.
Yet you play my sorrows in your voice,
your one of my favorite toys....


To play with....

In my blood, flowing in my veins,
the angel singing stays...

With you...

Who I am is brightly polished in my head,
covered by its abundant blackness.

I am the type to make a move and not to stay.
To pluck a string'
to sing without a doubt of words to fade away...

The sound of your voice tingles in my ear
any time my hands mingle with your centered most sensitive...

I love to play...

Portrait and frame

Your portrait, unique like life;
colors like moods.
Light and dim light at heart after love you lose.

To hear the truth but not to see,
a disguised lie is what you hear.

You act to confuse her yet you expect life be fair.

Like gas lies leak and your conscience be in burning flames,
a man not to cheat and expect not the same.

Your portrait unique like life with colors like moods; both
made a portrait so beautiful yet centered in a broken frame.

Wishing too late

Waiting for heaven tear drops like shooting stars...

"One wish."

To feel your warm heart like sunkiss,
to throw you a sweet kiss and not miss.

Its no secret your voice is the melody to my ear,
so distant yet so near.

Your touch so friendly, like a musical instrument,
you've mastered the strings to my heart.

My mind like the particles of dust in the hot summer wind of late may.
You, the element that keeps me from falling apart;listen
to the worth of the words I say.

I respect what is and what cannot be
for its not his fault you can't be with me..

I understand...

But I must say, time has betrayed me in many ways
adding much sadness to most of my days.

I was late...

I plea you keep my friendship strong and alive like the beat to your heart.
For it be tragic you destroy God's work of art...

Kills up to 99.o% of Germs

Spot the not...

Everyone in the picture had a bottle of rum and I also wanted to be in the picture but all the spirits were done. I ran to the shelf and grabbed the Listerine bottle that I thought would pass as a valid reason to be in the picture. I was accepted into the picture after discussing with the Photographer how serious that was to my modeling career and God given talent for good advertisement.

What you think?

Almost God Like

I love this pic!
Do you have any picture (image) that you would like to share?
Something that gives you a feeling you can't explain; something you would like to share with someone and know what they think of it?

For now this is my favorite...

The Reaper's Boulevard

"What do you think of this picture?"

Pen and Pale paper

Ink too weak for such strong sentiment,
blood be its replacement.

Like black feather pen,
like dying day.

Quill leak blood
like serpent's fang leak venom.

My struggling fingers hug quill grip tight tonight
as I stain pain onto pale paper.

I write at night for alone feel safer, i'm told
not to confide in you for my tongue fears my mind and my anger hates betrayal.

And the only to know be;
Pen and Pale paper.