"Earthbound Angel" "The Touch Of Your Guiding Hand"
"Surviving Demons" "Lonely Restraint"
"Beauty Knows No Age" Incandescent Joy





Earthbound Angel



Yesterday I met an earthbound angel, Her spirit fills the room;
The road ahead may look treacherous, stretching into gloom;
When first she appeared to me, all dressed in basic black.

Fearing not the darkness, our souls swiftly made contact;
We each want everything, a meeting of two minds in fact;
As I discovered such fine spirit, dressed in yet more black.

We may yet agree never to disagree, you my counterpart;
Can we stop pretending now, my delightful work of art;
Dear sweet enchanting lady, who lastly appeared to me in red.

Can my world be so perfect, can there be nothing else I need?
Can you save my world, and do it all without golden wings?
We have softly swayed to a song which only we two can hear,
I remember gazing into your soul, How I wish that you were near.
-Michael L. Houston


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The Touch Of Your Guiding Hand



By your touch I now know love,
sure bulwark against depression;
Like a litter of newborn kittens,
starved for simple compassion.
I learned passion at your lips,
bewitching joys shared in whole;
Enchanted heartwarming words,
to slake the thirst of my soul.
By a gift of your love and passion,
eternal splendor became so dear;
Your guiding hand laid upon mine,
you closed the dark abyss of fear.
-Michael L. Houston


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Surviving Demons



Deranged demons from the dark have again made me weep,
because of torturous episodes long past which I dare not relive.
Unbidden thoughts of these demons even now costs you sleep,
yet still I remain silent on this one subject I dare not broach.

Nightmares still stalk me beneath night's golden moonlight,
painful memories restrain my love's sweet passionate flower.
I must come to understand the power of the demon's might,
before I can seek out this demon and confront its evil power.

My gentle heart conceals beneath it a soul of the brightest steel,
resolved to vanquish my demons with my sheer determination.
An iron will from deep within defends the love for you I feel,
knowing that our eternal love shall outlast all God's creation.
-Michael L. Houston


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Lonely Restraint



Despite being to no real avail,
I must restrain my love nightly;
Trying to avoid romantic surplus,
I still try to love you only slightly.

Tamed each time I gaze upon you,
yet I struggle to love you sensibly;
Sadly such resolve lies beyond me,
because my heart burns so lonely.
-Michael L. Houston


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Beauty Knows No Age



Tonight should I give to you my body,
in it's radiant glory of youth and beauty;
Would you then think you have my all,
and that I have nothing else to give?

When my time has come to grow old,
and my beauty is as lost as my youth;
What treasure shall I then have for you?
That beauty inside which knows no age.
-Michael L. Houston


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Incandescent Joy



In a single instant of illustrious joy,
moonlight illuminates the night sky
after a trip from so very far away.

With our fingers closely intertwined,
we grasp firm to each other's hands;
Two bodies merge together into one,
two minds merge become but one.

The reckless procession of passion,
supersedes mere reality in our lives;
Privileged to share each twist of fate,
flowing with the rhythm of rapture,
incandescent within our torrid desire.
-Michael L. Houston


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