I have seen your pain.
I have seen your beauty.
I have seen your anger.
I have seen your love.
I have seen your pale frustrated sighs, your annoyed and beleaguered cries,
I have felt the thump thump thumping of the bed as you kicked in your fevered nightmare dreams.
I have felt the hurt in your heart as you poured out your soul,
questioning God, Life, all of your hardships.
I have felt your fury at an unkind world,
which failed to see your greatness.
I have felt your kindness; and your cruelty.
I have felt your neglect,
and your tender compassion.
I have known your loss, and your heartache.
I have known your mind, I have known your soul.
I have known your gentleness, and the perfection of your smile.
I have known your eyes,
and the powerful spirit which fears not the dark hiding deep deep within them;
more radiant than a thousand Sols.
I have spent years, wishing I could heal you, warm your heart;
show you the love that you so desperately desire.
I have spent years, trying to show you the wonder that is you.
But I must let go now, and only love you from afar.
My flame for you will never die;
It will burn in my heart, mind, soul, and body;
Twisting, turning, screaming for its fuel, its air, its being; for all eternity.
I have known you, I have felt you, I have seen you,
And I will love you;
until the seas run dry,
the mountains are turned to sediments on barren beaches of the dead,
and the world is no more than ash.
I will love you, until this universe grows Cold,
and all the stars have been snuffed of their light.
Even then, my flame for you will burn brightly;
forever illuminating the frigid dead universe.
Dreaming of your return from the ashes;
Willing your fire to ignite;
your wings to spread,
and your spirit to rise-
A Phoenix, unstoppable, indomitable Forged in the fires of pain, suffering, and loneliness.
But unbreakable is your will And unbreakable is my love for you.
This Dragon fears not the molten heat of your flames.
They are simply the labor pains of the birth of your grandeur.

Arisen

I felt the pulse of your quiet siren's call
And I ran to your side
hoping we never would fall
I dreamt of your games
and left my gentle caterwauls
How ravenously you came
and built up your walls

you'd let me in
now and again
when your weakness was your greatest strength
but your efforts were inconsistent
your wavering pause
leant power to our cause
and your restless descent
provided hours of discontent

Helplessly I fell
For a time. . .or ten
I felt deliverance
from my heart's wicked sin

I wanted your health
and never for personal gain
you wanted our heart's wealth
written in your annals of pain

I gave you my life
you gave me my death
I gave you a wife
you gave me bittersweet breath

the absolute vigorous love
of your shadow's bliss
gave us effortless blame
and one triumphant kiss

left by your mount
you pulled up your pants
then fell to the ground
with a harrowing shout

I clung to your side
aiding your sickness with pride
helping you hide
your liquor, your bride

Why must you hate the things that you love?
Why must you break our magnificence undreamed of
Perilously I speak
ignoring knees trembling and weak
feeling drops from the sky
intuiting our awakening is nigh
your gossamer wings are forming
yet still you cry
Not all is yet lost my love
but to where shall you fly?

I want to love
so much more than this
I want to know
the abrasions of your fist
I see you there
in your loss and darkness
I have to know
where can you hide your pain?
higher and higher
you rise before you tire
entering the sands
flowing through sweet Morpheus' hands
I met you once in the dark of the wood
I left you there
After tiring of your brood
the games you play
keep the truth at bay
but the strings of your heart
slowly pull your play apart
Having lost you
I suddenly understood
The deep selfless power
of your denied godhood
I remain forever. . .

Simply clever.

You are the master
and I a fragile play thing
you toy with my compassion
and I cry with supple heart stains
Where do we go
somewhere you know.

I'll be what you need
I'll trade myself
for your seed
I resolve myself
to be your possession on a shelf
and I do it willingly you know
I'm such a silly elf.

Silly Elf

In the deluge of greatness
you lost the sensitivities of the prophet
your hands are small
but your words are cacophonic
you devour our love and leave us floating
on a bed of crises
you blame us for your hate
and rattle the shackles of your own blinders
effortlessly you flow
through the mire of your desire
echoing the call
with jaded mimicry and undiluted metonymy
If you really have the balls to say it all
then why must you insist on the crawl?

Alleged Guru

The power of my voice
Will prove to be your undoing
But you will not bear the burden of your bong
I caught you there,
with your needles and your song
I lost you where
the dark sun's fingers struck your cheekbone
Happenstance says you know my time is nigh
But you left me bare
and alone with just my sighs
Do you know where you're going?
After judgement's supple calling?
Have you proven the ectasy of my stoning?
I saw the intricacies of desire's whorish stalling
and I went from here bringing freckled shepherds fawning

In the East
you gave me your eyes
In the South
you gave me your lies
in the North
you cornered me with logic
in the West
You found the earth's bitter tropic

Here in your middle
I bring you to thy blight
I leave you there
to face the shadows of your knight


You'll awaken soon
my Glorious whirling dervish
You'll cry to the moon
and await the crowning service

After this we will call you Eros' Wastrel
Until then I'll call you

I'll call you.

Eros' Wastrel

Poetry?
You want poetry little boy?
I'll give you more than you ever bargained for.
This sweet unending diuretic
of verbal sickly sweet rhetoric
It calls and screams
bursting from the seams
You don't have the means
to contain or control
the words bubbling from your soul

You've unleashed the torrent
paid the cost that was more than you ever meant
now the words hasten their descent
and you can't handle it
They're driving you mad with their insistent pull
crowding your mind
clouding your thoughts
leaving you gasping and spent
so long you had wondered where they went
now back, like a plague of locusts
this fear, you can't even focus

to whether the mind
you thought that was sublime?
try out the writ for today
it'll wash all the pain away
leave you gasping and sore
crumbling like leaves on this wet paper floor
Do you still want more?
Oh you sweet sick little boy.

Wesley Trawick