True Bliss

I have enjoyed the sweetest pleasures,
I have enjoyed in the basest of sins,
I have felt heaven, I have felt hell,
But what I feel now, is supernatural.

A simple touch! How could this be?
Your finger merely grazed my arm,
I felt a rush unlike any other before,
My head was numb, my heart sank.

Everything that ever existed in the world,
Just simply pales to your simple touch,
The softness and the warmth of your finger,
Turned every joy I had into hollow nuances.

The kiss! My word! My mind has been lost,
I have kissed a thousand lips before yours,
None have ever been nearly as sublime,
None had ever felt so angelic, so heavenly.

I see one simple holy truth now,
All of the sins, all of the pleasures,
Are just black dust and cold sand,
Compared to the true miracle of you.

Escape

Had I the wings of an eagle,
I would fly beyond the sky,
Escape the sight of humanity,
Feeling the air across my face.

How I wish I had the power of flight,
The wings would grant me release,
Release from all the rampant evils,
The evils which plague my home.

All the preachers on this land,
Beckon me to be more patient,
Darkness brings upon the light,
The light to save the faithful.

Lies! I see no light to end these evils,
I see no glimmer of hope approaching,
All I see are the sinners prospering,
And the good, punished and murdered.

Had I the wings of the eagle,
I would fly away from here,
To a place without the evils,
That forever plague my home.

Atheism

My suffering was long,
My suffering was great,
My reserve was shattered,
My mind was all but lost.

As my spirit lay weakened,
In the lifeless pits of Hades,
I begged all gods for respite,
None answered my yelp.

The gods had forsaken me,
A long serving pupil to Olympus,
Pledging my life to their might,
Pledging my soul to their wisdom.

My vision was blurred,
I was slowly being lost,
The life drained from me,
Taken by the arms of Hades.

Gods punish the wicked, aye!
But punish the pure, wherefore?
Their might seems lost to corrupt,
Their wisdom replaced by senility.

My True Friend

As far as I can remember,
Every morning I woke up to,
Was a morning absent magic,
absent colour, absent emotion.

My guard held up,
Like a solid phalanx,
Let no one near me,
none near my heart.

For none can stab me,
If none can come close,
For none can betray me,
If I have no people.

I don't know how you did it,
But I'm glad that you did,
My phalanx shattered like glass,
My heart stood bare before you.

I feared the worst, but got the best,
The one time my heart had lain open,
It was rewarded with the purest ally,
Thank you my friend, for being so true.

Word’s Surrender

I could not have asked,
For anything better,
Than your voice at morn,
And your hand forever.

A friend so pure,
Was only found,
Deep in myths,
And old stories.

But now that you're beside me,
Those old stories and myths,
Barely touched the surface,
Of the purity of a true friend.

I do not blame the writers, the authors,
For I know the fact better than most,
Words simply do not have the power,
To express my endless love for you.