So he hands me this stone filled with light and he says,
"Son, he's shimmering faintly right now. It's your job to fill him with light. But you must do the following:
Love him unconditionally,
Have patience,
Don't be afraid to discipline him,
Always give him what he needs, not what he wants,
Teach him to appreciate what he is given,
Instruct him in manners,
Guide him with wisdom,
Instruct him in the ways of integrity,
Teach him to have faith in a faithless world,
Be his greatest example.
When the day comes, he'll burn as bright as the Sun. And nothing and no one will stop him from shinning."
P.F.
8/31/2013
Friday, February 7, 2014
We are here to feel
To taste life in every way
To feel the heart of another
We are here to Heal
To cry with a broken soul
To feed the hungry
We are here to wander
To tread upon the unmarked path
To go beyond the walls
We are here to find each other
To travel the road
To be in motion
We are here to Love
To Love
To Love
P.Frias
1/7/14
To taste life in every way
To feel the heart of another
We are here to Heal
To cry with a broken soul
To feed the hungry
We are here to wander
To tread upon the unmarked path
To go beyond the walls
We are here to find each other
To travel the road
To be in motion
We are here to Love
To Love
To Love
P.Frias
1/7/14
Dust and Love
This wasn't our time
It wasn't our world
We didn't have the chance to burn
To consume each night
And blaze forth
There were restrictions
And obligations
There was the reality of life
That dimmed our dreams
This wasn't our life
But in the next you can be sure
I will find you
And in that world
There will not be enough..
Enough space
Enough passion
Enough time
And when the time comes
That Death calls
There I will follow you
To the darkness or to the light
To begin our Love again
And to the next world
And the next
Until time is no more
And all that remains is dust
Dust and Love
P.Frias
1/20/14
This wasn't our time
It wasn't our world
We didn't have the chance to burn
To consume each night
And blaze forth
There were restrictions
And obligations
There was the reality of life
That dimmed our dreams
This wasn't our life
But in the next you can be sure
I will find you
And in that world
There will not be enough..
Enough space
Enough passion
Enough time
And when the time comes
That Death calls
There I will follow you
To the darkness or to the light
To begin our Love again
And to the next world
And the next
Until time is no more
And all that remains is dust
Dust and Love
P.Frias
1/20/14
When I say your name
I can taste it
Salty, sweet decadence
A mouthful of sin
When you look at me
I feel overwhelmed
When my hands touch your thighs
I feel their want
My tongue wants to trace
The scar on your chin
A warm, burning desire
Sets a fire inside me
When I taste your Love
You harden my will
Wet, pulsing petals
Begging for kisses
When I feel you quake
Upon the edge of infinity
Shaking and moaning
I know you are near
Breathless and spent
Our bodies in a heap
When I hear you sigh
The song of my muse
P.Frias
1/27/14
I can taste it
Salty, sweet decadence
A mouthful of sin
When you look at me
I feel overwhelmed
When my hands touch your thighs
I feel their want
My tongue wants to trace
The scar on your chin
A warm, burning desire
Sets a fire inside me
When I taste your Love
You harden my will
Wet, pulsing petals
Begging for kisses
When I feel you quake
Upon the edge of infinity
Shaking and moaning
I know you are near
Breathless and spent
Our bodies in a heap
When I hear you sigh
The song of my muse
P.Frias
1/27/14
Ghosts
Choking on memories
My words were not enough
To make you feel me
My thoughts
My dreams
My hands are empty
Clutching at your ghost
That haunts my solitude
The music
The wine
The drugs can't drive you away
From the ruins of my heart
The castle of my soul
Is taken up
By your memory
Every night we made
A bond of blood
A pact of flesh
In occult words
And mystic sayings
They mean nothing
Nothing
I'm left with the immaterial
The intangible
I'm left with ghosts
P.Frias
Choking on memories
My words were not enough
To make you feel me
My thoughts
My dreams
My hands are empty
Clutching at your ghost
That haunts my solitude
The music
The wine
The drugs can't drive you away
From the ruins of my heart
The castle of my soul
Is taken up
By your memory
Every night we made
A bond of blood
A pact of flesh
In occult words
And mystic sayings
They mean nothing
Nothing
I'm left with the immaterial
The intangible
I'm left with ghosts
P.Frias
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