Showing posts with label thorn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thorn. Show all posts

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Love of revelations*



Love of revelations*

Drowning in decadence, desire to keep
Heart further within, going so deep
This feeling that I seem to be lost inside
Surrendering to this love and to be satisfied
As I hold you tightly with my love I suppose
And not so that I feel the thorns of a rose
Delighted that I am though, love that I feel
And in ecstasy we come to, our Soul*s to be revealed

Dom*Colucci 2013

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Love of my heart has arose*


Love of my heart has "a"rose*

Arose from within, a rose comes to light
Once it has found the center, such a beautiful sight
It has climbed so far from the roots to the stem
The more love was put into it, it felt it has no end
Passing through, it was pushing out its hurt from its thorns
To not be touched by ignorance, showing it to be forewarned
Now what a beauty, vibrancy and texture in such art
It is no wonder when one looks at it, it resembles one's heart

Dom*Colucci 2013

Saturday, September 22, 2012

The hurt a heart has here*

The hurt a heart has here*

Oh broken heart bent from stemmed rose
Hurt within as a twist in pain, I suppose
The pain comes from deep beyond the thorns
Only to be prodded deeper with its scorn
A rose that its heart that has been stained
Indelible with its suffering long to remain

Dom*Colucci 2012

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Look at the beauty all around*


Look at the beauty all around*


The wonder that I see for me, my Loving rose
The Love that you bear, your heart it does show
Entering this life, indeed this beauty to be
One step at a time in growth, moving so patiently
For where you have come from, of darkness and toil
Fertilized with Love and deeply rich soil


Each part of you that stands up and it grows
Kissing more of the sun light, enjoying this I suppose
A little rain must fall on you and you will be drenched
To be a little parched at times, but your thirst it will be quenched
Protection of your beauty is that comes from the thorns
It is only there for your well being, in case of one that scorns


Lifting yourself each moment higher and higher in light
The more you are maturing, we see beauty in our sights
From here on in you join your friends in the garden of color to be
Pleasant that all this color is, vibrancy we can see
Imagine you came from a darkened world in the ground
Richness of red color and many more roses all around


Dom*Colucci 2012

Wind, a forced entry*

 Wind, a forced entry* A wind blowing day, is outside my door Whipping all around but don't know what for Maybe it is to show its streng...