Secundus Journey

  The One That Comes From Inside Perhaps I was sick yesterday, lying in bed, honey, believe me I am trying. But oh, where is the remedy you wonder? Yours are the passion lips, making me younger. Perhaps I felt a little at the edge last night, We all have days that cast a dark blight. But oh, to deliver a bundle of joy? Is to have a glimpse of your lips to enjoy. Perhaps, I was a little over the moon last night, How can a man not be when he wakes up to your sight? Atop his throne, even the God itself is jealous, For I pray and see, your lips I become zealous. For a man to wake up every day with such marvelous lips heating his cheeks is a fortune that he shan’t fathom, ever. But willingly, gladly, I put my mind to rest for it is my heart  your lips bless. Let the blood gush into where, and may I say everywhere, your lips touch and make it all red, hot, lively, again. With its sorrows and joys, its tension and calm, I embrace them and have no qualms, For as long as they are yours...

  Hands - He Lihuai Mortem | The Supernova Mesmerizing shadows ablaze, with your effigy against the world, in my hands. Like a clove, to witness your sight is only a means of healing and dead heart wakes up, now crimson amber. You and I, beneath the shadows of a tree usurpers of a long wagon in our minds no longer wayfarers, are we? I ask i see your mist and you make the time whizz questions are but a hindrance, we feel unending cloves just like your threads eagerly invite us for another noon. No longer wayfarers, are we?  Fancy words. June 24, 2023 Qjvg wtmrfpw rqzk pedy prvo ftse. Everyone scratches some words into the walls of their heart when they are young. What turns us into poets is the fact that we keep writing. Even in death.

  In Flames by Ilaria Ratti Mortem | The Warmth With each petal falling from the warm meadows comes a warmth unlike anything beneath your clothes Lying beneath a silver canopy, both of us find the love that replaces the old times’ fuss. Perhaps your grace acting the morning star yet it is not far, just lying at the bar very far. Such delight to live through your smile even when it is far with many mile. We are the animals of love, we are the wicked. We, the dust shattered . But we live for this. June 23, 2023. Key: The pioneer of this all. Eita e etodx, vqmzcr.  "fafv fy ye rwew xtq zfoi ftok kibxotxw fts feh fuavl’ jgeg" Fk tqdvriw, U ma kai pqjfmiq at phy mzr phy, fts nhyzpsu uimghp. Plmf pvvsyqg fy hqhckbsz mtkxv fts nhyzpg rki oxcjxh? Fts uxzafsv bw ftffpr miop. Eshq dvkwuehj,  uyf uh taezssj vlmbs. Everyone scratches some words into the walls of their heart when they are young. What turns us into poets is the fact that we keep writing. Even in death.