ArcsWord

Bucket Of Nails

(Ours) Pounding thunder awakens my soul... was that her? I try to focus, but can not... known reality slips a notch further... trembling fingers wipe the blinding sweat from my eyes... dark pools are luring me deeper... I slip further down and slowly sink... towards Her... my Annie... torments of 100 moons unlocked... the answer... as I had invisioned... she has been waiting... now gently falling together... spinning down... far beyond life's mortal window... eternity... eternity is finally ours. Arc 2003 (Timeless) Baking under the buckeye sun… every boys dream girl breathes softly… her thoughts bring a slight smile to her face… time to turn over… time to apply soothing oil upon her firm silken body… today, nature is the lucky observer of her wonder… for the others, the rose blush of her desire will be displayed later… peaceful and relaxed her afternoon simmers… getting up, finally at ease with the days progression… she ascends gently into her waiting bath… time holds still in her closed blue eyes… she has found that timeless place for body and mind… and for now, her future loves gratefully wait. Arc 2003 ********************************************************************************************** The words above were written for a girl who's beauty of mind & soul are an inspiration for those lucky ones who have come in contact with her... I am one of the lucky ones... she is my friend for all time, Arc ...************************** (Bucket of Nails) My “Bucket of Nails” is again filled to the brim… lost friendships and loves are scattered deeply within… these piercing visions have been left in check until now… grabbing my shoulders I’ve been viciously slammed to the ground… twisting my head, eyes tearing with grief… my pain of existence has been opened for me to see… leering into my bucket’s timeless void… searching though sorrowed experiences… life’s furnace melting my pitiful mind… tipping the bucket… using both hands… I pour it’s darkened contents back into my soul again… choking on decisions made not so very long ago… paths of distractions, thus have left me alone… spewing my regret back into the hole… My “Bucket of Nails” is again filled to the brim… Arc (2002)(E-Mail Address: WingsOfSight@hotmail.com)