“When he met Masćyma his youthful innocence was fully intact, uncorrupted, undisturbed by the nature of her burden.” #HillsofExile
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The Song Of My Affair
So this is it hun? I thought I was alive until I met you and now I’m not sure what you are doing to me but mesmerize is only an understatement. How can you sing do beautifully and yet there so much to you even more!? Can one person have all this quality? Beauty and grace at the same time with such a tone and voice that I melt into you? Only you have taken me here and I promise with such a vision I will make you proud. Keep singing my love, keep sing. You are all that I need to stay alive to the vision quickening in my with such eagerness to burst. The universe is ready!
Dear daughter of Zion (The Poem)
You are my only escape.
I’m a man, strong indeed;
Fill with prowess, wit and vision,
Yet you are still my only escape!
My secrets, my weakness are hidden in your core.
Your firm breasts are the shields against my manly flaws and
Your kiss is a weapon for my inspiration.
Search my heart,
Search my soul, and see all that I’m,
All that I have become; search my life; see all there is to be;
This world of complex appetites, desires, and lewd men,
I’m not wavering; my eye is cast on your love,
You are indeed my only escape,
Search my heart,
Search my soul; see all that I’m
You are my lover, the rib that I loss.
Taken from my script titled Daughters of Zion.
Hills of Exile, the novel luncheon date will be announced by the end of the month. Stay tune the adventure begins this fall!
Tears For My Little Dove
Fly, fly, my fly little dove, fly.
Never before have I missed you
When your wing slipped from my arms.
I was late, you were on time.
Your beauteous soul found me stripped
With life and if you waited,
Yours would be lost.
I’m glad into his eyes you looked,
And was completed.
Saddened by your departure,
I hope for your fulfilled destiny.
With such a smile of yours,
He will be a happy man.
Yet my love for you will never die.
As I release you into the air,
I am sobbing to your freedom,
I’m not sure of my survival
Farewell my little dove,
Please disregard my fallen tears.
The whole world is in my head. Fiction!
Writing a culture just from my head, I think it’s safe to assume…the whole world is in my head.