Ohzirus

Sworn Beauty

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 05:00:00 +0000

If I were destined to live without vision, I would ask for beauty to be defined.
Like a handcrafted painting, or a piece of poetry that rhymed.
I would hope to receive details; details of concrete significance.
I'm sure one would start with your face, such splendid magnificence.
The glow of your silky skin, your enticing eyebrows that rise and fall.
Such perfection cannot be defined, nor captured in a picture on a wall.
The sweet smell of your hair, like cherry blossoms floating on the breeze.
An aroma so unique and fresh, it would drop kings to their knees.
The treasure locked in your eyes, two jewels so priceless... so rare.
One would know the warmth of the sun, forever present in your stare.
The impact of your smile, like powerful thunder at first break.
The burning electricity which engulfs my heart upon my daily wake.
The touch of heaven, as my hand caresses upon all that is you.
Like lovers in ecstasy in every touch, no matter how many or how few.
Your lips the waves of the ocean, calm and fierce alike.
They move and part like the sea, to experience them is such a delight.
Your neck the sculpture of the Devine, chiseled out of pearl.
Tasting its surface sends one into a spin, a twirl, or an everlasting swirl.
If I were blind, I would attest to have seen beauty; beauty so sworn.
You are the utter definition of beauty in it's purest and truest form.

In the Rain

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 20:28:00 +0000

There is a point reached when your ears no longer listen.
The world's corners fold up, slowly creeping towards the center.
The disconnection is lonely, the stars no longer glisten.
The darkness glooms over your view, making your eyes unable to render.
Your pain is fueled by every action; each memory causes you hurt.
Dreams filled with confusion, the days break against the waves.
Voices annoy, songs provoke, the clouds are filled with dirt.
You feel trapped, confused, and betrayed; a malancholy maze.
Negativity consumes your thoughts, the numbness sets in.
It is a sickley bliss, you feel comforted in the solace of pain.
I ask you not to give in, do not let the sorrow win.
Always remember that I am with you, for I am in the rain.

Pure Trash

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 06:04:00 +0000

It flows through our veins, it surges forward naturally.
It fills our vessels, it creates momentum effortlessly.
The meaning is unknown, the reason is ever-last.
The why forever sought; the how, immensely vast.
It is the reason why the connection is natural and unavoidable.
It is why the power of love is the greatest force, forever uncontrollable.
The look of your eyes, the scent of your hair.
The blissful explosion of emotion you give... nothing else can compare.
The majestic feel of a smile, captivating my attention.
My soul is forever yours; as are my love and affection.

Law of Averages

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Tue, 05 Oct 2010 15:23:00 +0000

I fought, I sought, for what? I know not.
I flew through and through, I bit off more than I could chew.
I knelt, I felt, I played the cards I was dealt.
I sailed, I failed... I did not prevail.
I was shamed, defamed, it was I that was blamed.
And to what cause, for no one listened, no one paused.
The end is nigh, and so I lay, waiting to die.

Proletariat

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Fri, 01 Oct 2010 16:31:00 +0000

I've come to realize that they are surely against us; the masses which convene behind closed doors and search for the weakness in us all. I fear that they are examining and gathering certain data which will hinder our spirits, all the while crippling our determination to succeed. Who could have thought that the very spectators of your youth would be bound to witnessing failure? The failure in us all, which breaks the very foundation we build on, seeks to extend and expand. I find no use in doctrine and am foiled by all of the injustice portrayed in the media. It makes me sick to look at your face! Therefore, I respectfully resign my post and request that you inform my superiors immediately. I will be returning to the depths of despair; don't search for me.

I am persistent.

I am aware of my existence.

I realize my absolute truth.

I am the sinner man.

The Muse

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 13:23:00 +0000

Given the options at hand, I'd say you're in pretty good shape.
Who else runs through my mind, keeping me awake?
Make do with what you have, that's what you've always said.
You're improvisation is outstanding; you're better than sliced bread.
Yet at times you seem to stray from your routine.
Is it that I'm being selfish, or being mean?
I try to compete with you, you're always on the ball.
I cannot fill your shoes; I try and I fall.
What I'm trying to say is that you're great; enough said.
You provide infinite happiness, you keep my soul well fed.
The light in your eyes dissipates all darkness found.
Your smell is unique and I'm lucky to share the same ground.
You have always consoled me when I was feeling down.
I thank you for your honesty and for always keeping me around.
I want to return the favor, I want to be of use.
Help me help you, and like you for me, I can finally be your muse.

Cuba Libre

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Tue, 23 Mar 2010 18:30:00 +0000

And so the world turns and the masses giggle as the boy dances and wiggles
The people concede to accept the fun as they drink their cokes with rum
The laughs carry on as the day turns to night with hints of starry light
The boy continues his show and prance; him stopping, not a chance
And so the crowds continue the cheer, all very happy and queer
As the boy with his hands and feet continues his jolly beat
And all is the same under the sun as they drink their cokes with rum

Il Burattino

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Tue, 23 Feb 2010 15:25:00 +0000

Day after day, always stuck in the same.
No room for comfort, no reason for shame.
As the world turns and the sun rises and sets,
I'm forever taking names and placing bets.
My motives never change; my goal will be attained.
I will break from the bondage and no longer refrain.
The streets are cold and bitter as the night.
These four walls successfully block out the light.
My corner knows me well, those sleepless nights awake.
Praying for release, putting everything at stake.
The morning comes and I am forced to proceed.
The piper I must pay, the flames... I must feed.
I go through the motions like a puppet in a show.
Having all my strings pulled, not being able to let go.
But then you came, your scissors sharp and ready.
You provide the hope of release, your aim is steady.
I put all of my trust in you, seeing a way out of these chains.
You say you want to help but at the last minute you refrain.
I am exposed in a way I've never been before.
I was under the impression you were unlocking my door.
I see now you only used me like the rest, for your own gain.
My heart is forever broken and so I return to this ball and chain.

Failure

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Mon, 15 Feb 2010 16:44:00 +0000

You continue to try and fail; the result doesn’t change.
The attempts are futile; it doesn’t matter if you’re within range.
You plan and prepare, yet at the end you are let down.
You get so close you can grasp it, only to be turned right back around.
At times the urge is so great; you are blinded by obtaining this goal.
You improvise methods that should work, but your own errors leave you null.
The world laughs at you; your failures merit nothing but grief.
And so you remain the folly… the unsuccessful thief.

For the Birds

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 16:30:00 +0000

I am but a speck of what I was. The soil calls me back to my origins. The only tug in life is the present feel of doom. Only time is the constant reminder that this isn't a dream. My face, the reflection of the oncoming storm. I no longer see the distant horizon in my life. Everything blends together like a bleeding, unfinished painting. The constant cold has frozen my bones; I no longer wish to move. Darkness envelopes the day and night alike... I am no longer aware. My surroundings rot before me as I do not care for upkeep. The chirping birds seem to have migrated away from my world. My brothers have forsaken me; my sisters have abandoned me. My family has forgotten my name and my friends are my enemies. Constant sorrow flows through my mind like a river of black thoughts. The scents and smells I once enjoyed have vanished, only the persistent stench remains. I've been beaten down, I've been kicked around; yet I stay in place. My fingers extend to reach what was and I am reminded of everything and nothing... all at once. I exhale and find that the liquid poison in my lungs rises to torment me, to kill me slowly. I welcome the weakness of my knees and tumble down to meet this retched Earth. Stones and sharp rocks welcome me harshly as my body falls. My blood flows freely from the open wounds and I feel momentary bliss. I turn to face the darkness above and feel acid rain wash my soon to be corpse. I smile as the sound of wings fill my ears; the birds returned to witness my departing scene. I close my eyes and allow the final act to commense. After all... the vultures need to eat too!

Unknown Abyss

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 13:53:00 +0000

I sit in solitude on this abysmal dock, searching for the answers to questions not yet asked.
I reach into my soul to find the truth of the matter, pondering on events that have been long gone.
The seasons change before my eyes and I reach out towards nothing, lying somber and masked.
I find no connection here, only solitude which accompanies me through right and wrong.
The blood flowing freely through my veins is the only evidence linking me to what we know to be real.
My eyes close and my scenery does not falter because my existence has no hold on this place of eternal rest.
The hunt has dwindled and the harvest has weakened since I no longer have the urge to feel.
The colors of the clouds seep through the vast, solemn sky and blend into the horizon from east to west.

I plunge all that I am into the waters below and become one with the mystery, seeking no restitution.

Consolation of a Dream

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 14:35:00 +0000

Only in dreams does one acquire the gold.
Only in dreams will truths be told.
Only in dreams can you swim across the Sea.
Only in dreams will you every remember me.

Only in dreams do you reach the top.
Only in dreams does the stress ever stop.
Only in dreams is the battle won.
Only in dreams will you think of me to be the one.

Only in dreams will the music live on.
Only in dreams will the love hold strong.
Only in dreams will the darkness be forgot.
Only in dreams will I beseech you not.

Only in dreams does one find the reason for it all.
Only in dreams does one receive help when they fall.
Only in dreams does the knight conquer the beast.
Only in dreams do I want you the least.

Lost Jewel

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 15:28:00 +0000

Engulfed by your presence, I see your hair shimmering bright.
I glorify your essence and pull your body close, holding you tight.
Your eyes, the precious jewels not yet found.
I stare at them and I am forever bound.
If for some reason in the past I noticed you not, I must have been blind.
To notice you now is a blessing for sure and I want to make you mine.

Melodramatic Melody

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 12:59:00 +0000

As I glare towards the moon, I find myself contemplating past events.
I blink and realize it's already noon; my thoughts making absolutely no sense.
I react at once to the time which is now gone, but I realize it wasn't in vain.
For within this episode I remembered a song, this song that has brought me happiness and pain.
Its tune was soothing when I was feeling down, its melody now only brings tears.
Its beat kept me company when no one was around, its lyrics have motivated throughout the years.
While humming the melody it was then I recalled, this song also had an impact on someone else's heart.
I then felt sad, quite frankly appalled... to remember this song broke me and my husband apart.

Honed Paramour

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 15:02:00 +0000

Steady… for the world does not revolve around you.
Oh, and make sure you remember to breathe too.
Relax… for your time will come if it is meant to be.
Surely it will happen no matter if you are taken, or free.
Easy… and stop pushing it over the edge with your ways.
Understand that the process takes more than a few days.
Chill… patience is the key to this rudimentary game.
Expect nothing and be yourself to experience great gain.
Focus… and do not lose sight of that ultimate goal.
If you constantly press it will definitely take its toll.
Believe… there can’t be anything else you have to lose.
Persistence can make it or break it; it is up to you to choose.

Reticent Status

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 18:34:00 +0000

My fears have compromised the calm I normally feel.
Did I fail to operate precisely in covering my tracks?
The plaster has dried and the wall seems real…
The perfect resting place for my victim; it is intact.

So why do forensics tug at my placidity?
Not one speck of blood will be found.
There will be nothing to examine in the entire vicinity,
Yet I still have the distress of being bound.

I am no amateur at this peculiar hobby of mine.
But the butterflies do not cease to fly.
None will ever uncover the truth behind my crime;
It does not matter how hard they look and how deep they pry.

Doubt is my enemy this night as I look back on my vicious deed.
Perhaps it was not my victim’s time, her soul tormenting my very being.
Yet I was content with the results and I satisfied my hungry need.
So I await my next calling; constantly on the run and forever fleeing.

Disconcerted Slayer

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 18:01:00 +0000

The days ahead... days of dread
The mist is thick... thick and red
The moon is hidden behind the clouds
The night is black... the quiet is loud
The walk is long... the way is dreary
My soul is heavy... my feet are weary
I speak your name... I must go on
The flesh is weak... the pain is strong
I reach my mark... the fun begins
I take your life... my mission ends

Underwater Breathing

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Mon, 31 Aug 2009 16:04:00 +0000

Why do I even bother? Time will not heal the wounds associated with this pain. I will forever bleed my feelings out through this gash that was left by your presence. It would be easier to breathe underwater than to attempt to be in the same room with you again. Misery is your name... perfection, your countenance. I cannot afford for you to hurt me any longer and so I retreat, getting rid of all my worldly ties to you. My only wish is to have never met you; then perhaps, I would have been able to know what it may feel to live a happy life. Instead, my lungs have become accustomed to surviving in this sea of sorrow... and I forever float on the waves of despair, hoping that some day I will wash up on shore to meet my demise and it alone end this ocean of hurt.

Circumstantial You

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 16:24:00 +0000

It comes back to you sooner than later; The inequities committed without reason or for no specific substantial gain. The formalities can be left at the door. It is apparent you are not what you say you are. My findings have determined that you sport a facade which dictates your social stature, yet on the inside... on the inside I see the true concept of your essence. You seek redemption for time lost, for matters out of your control. This is not necessary, as I have mentioned several times I am willing to compensate your loss. Yet you fight back vigorously, not letting even an inch of ground to be covered. I will find a way to penetrate your psyche and activate the feelings lost to circumstance. I'll be learning you...

Celestial Declaration

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 14:21:00 +0000

As I step into the darkness I lose my celestial peace.
The weight of the world is apparent with each breath.
In this environment, it is no wonder hearts so easily cease,
the streets are covered with pestilence and death.
I see no joy present as I look at the many faces,
I see the reason why the world fights back.
As I attempt to find hope throughout different places,
I only come to understand that peace, they do lack.
With weapons of mass destruction, disease, and starvation,
the doomsday clock is surely nearing midnight.
How can one find harmony living in any nation,
when the only thing society wants is a fight?
I have compiled my report, I spread my arms in sorrow.
I step into the light and complete my flight.
This will determine the fate of tomorrow.
Will they prosper in the morning, or be doomed to the darkness of the night?

The Vindicator

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Wed, 15 Jul 2009 13:05:00 +0000

I walked down the path of malevolence, knowing well that tonight would be the night.
I cracked my knuckles vigorously, enjoying the adrenaline before the fight.
I wipe the sweat off my brow, I continue on this path.
I seek no redemption for my sins; I will rejoice in the aftermath.
I prepare my tools of destruction, bumping them together as I walk.
I am focused and determined; no more laughter, no more talk.
I smell the fear emanating from my victim, it will be an easy victory.
The championship belt will be mine, I will be its keeper and make history.
The sound of war rings, I see the fear in his eyes.
The warrior's spirit is within me, I will destroy him and win my prize.

Verboten

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 14:12:00 +0000

I underestimated the circumstances; I was vulnerable all along. The thing that was most protected was released and exposed, the monstrosity and destructive nature apparent. I now wallow in shame as the reality consumes me, binding me to the result, which was always inevitable. No longer may I recover from this tragedy. It is all over and nothing will rectify the situation. Plain masks and blank facades are the product of my world. The deviation has always existed in my lineage; I am the confection of a doomed kindred. I advance only to postpone the undeniable fact that one day my offspring will inherit this dark gift. Until that dreadful day, I must isolate myself and return to the shadows as my ancestors had done so many years ago. I banish myself to protect the loved ones I must leave behind. The sins of the fathers cannot escape us. I will not give in to what I want most; at least not for now...

Incommodious Evidence

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 14:19:00 +0000

The thing I fear most is what I know not.
The thing I most like has already been sought.
The remarkable times that I remember always playing in my mind.
One of these memories is when you used to call me your sunshine.
I remember as if it were yesterday;
the way we would hug and play.
You said those times would never end.
You said you were my partner and my friend.
Now I am alone in this dark, solitary room.
I am surrounded by constant sorrow and gloom.
Placed in this small surrounding, much smaller than my home.
I can't stretch my limbs, I have no place to roam.
I tense at the thought of not having my place.
I realize that this will forever be my space.
Forever in this prison, where it doesn't rain or snow.
Alone in these confines, this is all I'll ever know.
Material things can no longer satisfy.
I am forever broken and this note stands to testify.

I miss you...

Visual Tension

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 14:28:00 +0000

A quick glance can hold the key to unlocking one's feelings. The eyes do not lie; I can find truth in them better than I would any comment verbally spoken. One can meet someone for the first time and have a visual connection that transmits their deepest feelings without remorse. Most do not pick up on this like I do. I can see into your eyes and know that you want me. I can relay the same message with a smile, while my eyes scream for your body to be close. We can be across the room and I hold your gaze, knowing that your palms begin to perspire and butterflies are released in your stomach. Your eyebrows arch up as my pupils captivate your heart and communicate nothing but my urge to touch you, to smell you, to have you. The need is unbearable and we break visual contact. As I look down I silently make a vow that one day my eyes will provide the courage to my voice and speak the unspoken words... the words that will break the safety and comfort zone of the situation. I look back up and instinctively you hold my glare. My imagination runs wild with possibilities and scenarios, wishing you can join me in this personal theater of circumstance.

That's Amore

noreply@blogger.com (Ohzirus) — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 14:34:00 +0000

The way you make me feel is surreal.
I love your presence, I love your touch.
You are perfect for me, you have so much appeal.
I want and need you so, so much.
I tend to be selfish, but when I think of you,
all of those feelings disappear.
Sometimes I feel there is so much I can do,
But all I really want is to have your near.
You are a song which continues to sound;
I have you in my heart in a special way.
I want people to know all around,
That you are my love on this, and every day!