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Inner conflict dissolves under your lunar eclipse playing across my fingertips and lips tracing the hoodoo of your hips, causing me to burn down into cinder-sticks reborn as a Baton Rouge Phoenix by the gravitational pull of Jupiter orbiting in your eyes. Rising above the ashes, siphoning-off the swamp, I collide in a slippery mudslide of euphoria, until steam blows off and only spring water remains raining upon soil sprung apart by the Trident of Hermes, exposing for us naked iron to place into a flame dancing along liquid-skin language. The extraction of you being the exception, leaves behind a hole to bury our fortresses of tragedy grappling in our roots; now broken-apart by our roots, until the last crumbling stone sprouts into untainted sheaths - rigid - yet willing to bend with the mending currents of change. Becoming cleaner within, hanging onto a truth to be found in the wholesome speck of dirt longing for my fingertips and lips to feel the hoodoo in your hips; a complementary dish of duality alongside your whispers bleeding into the blood-waves of my heart merging with your lunar pulse. .
Just because we're not together Doesn't mean we're far apart You may no longer see me Cause I'm hidden in your heart I am the warmth in your sunrise The breeze dancing in your hair Don't think for even a moment That I'm gone, no longer there I'm singing through that sparrow My fragrance is in the rose My shade is under the big oak I'm in the poem you just composed I still see you in the moonlight Tell all your secrets to me I'm closer than you can imagine Never alone, girl we're still we *A father on his deathbed pens this poem to his daughter to encourage her when he's gone, to remind her that he will never really leave her! Date: 11-11-14
(in-between wakefulness and dreaming, in-between free verse and prose....it flows - I wouldn't trade it for candy-coated couplets, nor silky sonnets set in cities of gold, for my delirium is uninhibited, unhinged, freely flowing) delirious non-linear shutter-frames capture us over there, here now, before - a nuance, a taste on the tip of my tongue leading me towards need without a name nor face. Prying open other people to see if you were inside. Searching for a known desire with an unknown label, to find something never actually lost - to make it more palpable - closer. Crawling out of my skin, out of my skull, slinking through invisible trees, you appear: a jungle cat licking my mind - you always made love to my soul first, before enticing me with a liquid growl off-set by the pitter-patter of paws and purring. Your purr, your velvet purr rumbles for my submission. Willingly I accept the invitation of vulnerable humility bowing towards a fearless trust lush with a luminary borderless meshing, catching up to right now. - Right now - Your black-light curvaceous muscled trembling licks my mind, my body, my hands and mouth glide across your skin, testing the earth for stability. The tectonic plates of my belly quake resettle within your womb. Inside-outside, outside-inside a lotus-soul union, just as ancients had hinted, dissolving, letting you devour me, before I drink from your salty grail. Over-stimulation leads to an un-thinking deep rhythm, waves pushing out - in until the shoreline and tides become indistinguishable, a backdrop to a pace quickening. Outside-inside of you, you are outside-inside of me, there is no longer the need to fear unknowns, for the unknown guides us higher, guides us ever deeper, until even our release merges with the flow of ancient rippling rhythm. .
The mist around the boulder She kept her staring eyes beyond the ridge and orange skylines, where sun descended crowning bells, and dithering mauve thistles; it was the time the shadows fell upon the fragrant grapevines, while blue was spreading from the east and winds in branches whistled. The dark of night embrace'd her form, espouse'd her thought and breathing, how lonesome was the specter of this shortened time and order when bold the blades of memories returne'd and beame'd unsheathing, granite became his thought, and hers, the mist around the boulder. The dark of night embrace'd him, then, and wraiths, above, surpasse'd him across the Acheronian stills where shadowed lifted billows, bestowed on him armorial vows and her betrothal bracing of orchard blooms and stalwart deeds among the astral meadows. © 2015-02-19, Georgios Venetopoulos, All rights reserved (Iambic decapentasyllabic verse) Sponsor: gautami phookan Contest Name: I THINK OF YOU Deadline: 3/13/2015
~(tanka haibun)~ Awakened from my walking reverie by movement ahead, I spy a Red-Tailed Hawk perched upon the wrought-iron railing of the flood-wall. The hawk is regal, stoic beauty. I stop walking in hopes of urging the bird of prey to stay its perch. It does, filling me with a sense of relief. I wonder why it let me get so close; if it was my calm, thoughts-up-in-the-clouds, meditative stroll that somehow rendered my thoughts and steps silent enough to catch the bird unawares. We eye each other, a bitter gust of mid-winter wind blows against my face; ruffles the back-feathers of the hawk. I am overwhelmed by a sensation how the two of us know exactly what we are, who we are, what we are supposed to be doing overall, but we are presently caught in a moment of unknowns, letting these unknowns erase the lines that keep us separate -- beast from human. I take a step closer, causing the hawk to finally alight, and I am struck by its vibrant feathers adding a dash of colour to the surrounding monochromatic grays. The hawk flies only a short distance ahead before landing on the railing again, so we re-enact the scene of this play. I come closer, closer, closer, until the hawk lifts up, flies a bit further along the river-walk, before landing again, until eventually it probably decides, that indeed, this human is going to traverse the entire path, for the hawk flies up into trees located further ahead. As I walk past the trees, the hawk launches out of an evergreen, with twigs in its talons. The bird flies over the river; a river made tumultuous by ice-melt. in Winter's gray light a Red-Tailed Hawk paints the sky with its feathers, my soul lifts, follows the bird over an ice-gorged river The hawk lands on the base of a church steeple, and disappears behind an ornately carved corner. It appears as if the steeple is attempting to pierce the snow-clouds with its tip, trying to tear gashes in the sky, until spring blue bleeds into gray. On this Tuesday afternoon, does the church seem personified because it is devoid of Sunday parishioners milling in and out of its thick wooden doors? No matter how hard the steeple tries to break-apart the clouds, the grand sky dwarfs the church, causing it to look like a toy model. The church fluctuates between looking like a miniature-scale model, and an architectural feat. with defiance the steeple pierces clouds looming overhead - the snow-laden clouds make the church appear small Passing the church, I find it ironic how today the church is empty inside, yet on its steeple and roof-lines, countless animals are nesting, making this House of God their sanctuary. Slowly making my way home, I ponder about the hawk, how it is not only a predator amongst prey, but a predator amongst predators -- it flies around in plain sight, yet also hides right in the middle of the city. Coming up to the path leading to the back-door of my home, I scan a small trail of footprints in the snow. The footprints vary, but all are familiar to me. It is at precisely this moment that I fully acknowledge the Red-Tailed Hawk and I to be kindred spirits; how similar we really are. the path leading home is a winding snowy trail of few footprints, for only my loved ones know where I truly live .
There she stands Centre stage for all to see Tall and slender Precariously she balances. I reach out for her Draw her to me My hand skims her body Slowly reaching her skirt. Playful fingers find hidden areas Delighted her legs spring forth Displaying the very beauty Of her delicately adorned skirt. Gaily she dances around Dizzily twisting and turning In the brightness of day shading She gently tends to my needs. Personal ballerina takes to toes leaping Merrily bobbing up and down As emotional to her performance Clouds cry a thousand tears for her. Reaching our destination Slightly shaken, she leans Watches me quietly drips Against the wall. Reminiscent of the day's fulfillment We acknowledge one another silently Restful knowing we shall be One once more.
As River flows. As river flows so peacefully I sit here just content to be As Ravens fly so high above This morning, it was made for love It enters deep into my soul It's sweetness making me so whole This softest morning mystery Oh, how it reaches out to me The trees, they dance so gracefully They wave, and flow upon the breeze Bird song drifts from happy branches Oh lord, how this my heart enhances Silence rules above all this A kind of stillness filled with bliss Captivates my very core Oh, I'd not wish for any more. The river peaceful, calm and still So wonderful it makes me feel As it reflects those dancing trees I watch and let the morning breeze Caress my skin so tenderly Then all is gone, there's only me The emptiness of all that is I'm sailing on the waves of bliss. 15 March 2014 @ 0705hrs.
You are my soul's hinterland Huntress methodical in seduction beautiful in bashful entrapment, capturing this man's mania for erotic offering leading me into open fields of forbidden fantasy, Disrobe my desire, denude my fire that spires hot for you, you are my naked rose the tempt in my nose, study me into your curious and craving eyes steady my focus for inescapable caress, take notes of my heart make love to my every part, You are my love Muse the woman I choose the pulse I use a breath and skin I savor to bemuse, no other woman shall shade and confuse our loving views, this face is yours my tongue adores your shores my Quill explores all your doors, grab me needily where the throb for your grip is thickest, spread petals silken pinkest lay wide your pleasure purest - J.A.B.
Memories of the North Sea sift in like sand kernels on a fast, frigid tide - events that transpired outside the confines of rhyme, instead, unfolding exactly as they were meant to. I had never before seen so many shades of gray. This monochromatic splendor was awe-inspiring, within an absence of sunshine that was perfectly fitting, instead of being bleak and bleary. The smell of salt and seaweed awoke deep within me something dormant and eternal - a surging desire to flush stagnant disease from out of my blood with an inverted force of pride. Salty blood and water coming together in a communion of distant relations and movements. A flash of bright red digging in the sand beside me. My child is wearing the only vibrant colour to be seen for many kilometres. The colour matches her enthusiasm and energy, as she moves from one spot to the next like a dancing flame. My own fire burns in my eyes. I had unconsciously dressed in the same colours of the sky and sea, blending into the scenery as a chameleon -- an illusion thicker than clouds, an illusion of stone for me to melt and reinvent at the spinning speed of thought. I look over at my daughter who is wearing a wide smile of wonder, for she has not ever seen the ocean before. She can see the chameleon walking alongside her in the frothy surf. Together, we collect shiny stones and shells, our pants rolled-up to the knee as we wade through waves. I wonder if people onshore can only see a solitary dash of red out here, or if the chameleon is more noticeable than I had thought, while we watch sea-birds cover the steep cliffs in a blanket of black and white feathers. ~(2012 North Sea Remix)~ .
In all the earnest buds that long to open….. and ambrosial May promises I tried in the silence and the rush of the storm that rages wild and unkempt to fight this consuming To cease the feeling…. To halt the sticky sweetness (berries on your lips) I can't stop it…baby It's there in every hour In the breaking of the dawn painted pink and washed in fire In the turbulent waves of blue and salt rain on my face In the way you speak and caress me and the way your eyes just mess me In the stark speech of branches and the reawakening of flowers The breeze that teases my hair and tosses it carelessly It's just always there stroking and breaking and rebuilding me Crashing me to jagged rocks and yet spreading my wings to fly your passion sky In the dream of something came the reality of you In the fantasy of a wind's embrace came your precious face and now I am powerless…. just helpless to stop this My exposed heart blasts out this eternal hankering…… this infinite crimson crush A war against the pitching A battle against this tumble A railing combat…yet…. Aye! In the night that steals the sun In the clouds that whisper achromatic hues and the freesia and lilacs and violets….. I see you You are there just waiting Always……relentlessly….I fall Oh baby, I just can't stop this I fall, hard in a breathless fumble Into your waiting heart Like a trembling cat I curl in your lap I am so in love with you…
Pleasures of Moving on Moon You have always charmed us by your beauty, O Moon, Sometimes fascinating Heer and Ranjha*, and sometimes, Mesmerizing Romeo and Juliet. Sometimes you have spread your charms, on the monuments of Love, Alluring the beauty of Taj*, in the full moon light of Purnamasi* O, Moon how many faces of Love and Beauty you have, When you stroll silently on a snow covered maintain, The beauty and your grandeur becomes envy for the heaven. For Poets and Writers you have immense stories and inspirations, For Lovers you are more precious than gold and diamond, For singers you are like the soul of their songs, For Boatman's, you are their sole companion of their silence and turbulence. While watching you so intensely from earth, I felt, as if I was wondering on the silver surface of you O, Moon, Moving and feeling, no gush of wind, No moisture of Rains and dryness of Sun, No falling of leaves, in the season of Autumn, No bending of rivers, flowing from mountains to oceans No murmuring of birds while mating and chatting, No change of seasons to engage my mind and heart, Still I was fascinating to move on the silver surface of you, O Moon. Walking on your surface was a strange experience for me O, dear Moon, As I was trying to feel the unique pleasures of earth, While moving on your silvr surface, O Moon. Ravindra Kanpur India 22nd November 2010 Soon I will post this as My Photo Poem with the Photograph of Moon on my Blog and on face book, which I took on 22nd Nov. 2010 • Heer and Rangha. The Indian Lovers like Romeo and Juliet • Purnamasi. The Day as per Indian calendar, when we can see the full Moon. • Taj. Refers to the world famous Taj Mehal monument of Agra, India.
Dusk calls out to the Goddess of the night, coaxing her over tree tops, she's shining bright. Within tonight's twilight, her white light is full, the one evening of each passing month when she drops the veils of mystery, exposing her true beauty for all to see. Luna is my spiritual mistress of the witching hour, cooling off the tempers of my Sun's burning power. Enraptured by her teasing splendor, as she flirts with night creatures. When she becomes a perfect circle dancing across the velvet dome of night, showing off her full, pale, curvaceous might, these are the very moments that the primal animal inside, patiently waits for, with a building, beastly crescendo. Tonight, I watch the Goddess of the night disrobe amongst the jealous stars, flaunting her suspenseful bloom, causing the very darkness to swoon. Gentle light of the moon caresses my skin as a lover, filling up the spider's web above with a ghostly, incandescent glow, that hypnotizes me with a glimmering flow of passionate, gleaming brilliance - slowing down earthly time for just a moment's soft brush of a pulling, tidal communion. *Inspired by Dr. Ram Mehta's "Luna- The Goddess of the Moon" contest
Place my mind into a boat doused with kerosene. Create a lantern on the water: light the boat a-flame and push it out to sea. Then my heart will be more free. 04.06.2013 +/-
(a conversational collaboration with Christine Ueri) "remember the dream I had when we were 10? (waves and waves of cornflowers everywhere) about the boy and the closet? (sunflowers, circle, glass house?....closet, yes) cornflower blue (the closet was cornflower blue?) the light in that dream was cornflower blue (the air, the atmospheric light?) yes, especially in the closet I had that dream for so long I'll never forget little boy blue and the kingfishers -- the blue and white china plates with the bridge and the lovers; the two doves in the willow tree, that made me look for japanese letters....horse. the funny things we do as children (you are writing a poem....) catch the words, my love (you already wrote a poem up there; bridge it together -- I dried cornflowers with dandelions in a blue and white book; but it wasn't a dream. Well, in a way it was, because at the time, I was floating in the clouds) he wore a blue and white striped top in my dream and I remember him when I look at the sky, the clouds and the golden sun -- I caught the words! (yes! did you string them all together?) not yet!" August 29th, 2012
This dance feels resurrected Right down to the cherry stains on your sleeve And the tapestries that look like iron will But are really shadows cleverly woven to imply it. I can not see here The lights are too low But sometimes things are better seen When lit by the lanterns of the mind instead. They look brighter Redder Closer to real Than real could ever be. We were here once before A thousand years ago give or take a century. I spoke with a carnelian tongue You tasted like pomegranate seeds. Going back there again Carrying that same tune Becoming crimson Becoming other Breathe I lost my breath You gave me yours You held me You said Breathe
Haze up in the heavens encircles this orb. Half-dark, half-light, shines from above. Twinkles of light appear to absorb. Fractions of darkness within lighted glove, Speaking to lovers held in each other's arms. Answering questions of science to some, Floating around spreading blessed charms, Listening close at times, hearing a hum. Lovers for centuries, graciously, captured by, Sweet serenity and magical mystery, Others entranced with secrets, which fly. From words written and spoken in history. Satellite, orb, lady, they are all the same. Mythical goddesses, gripped in flame. These tales have spread so many games. This object seen most nights has no shame.
Blue velvet was the rose gifted my heart. Poet was he and blue the blood from his thorn, a rose as blue as the summer skies a rose as blue as his ice blue eyes. Poet was he and blue the blood from his thorn. So gifted was he with the blue roses form. a rose as blue as his ice blue eyes, with thorns as sharp as his beguiling lies. So gifted was he with the blue roses form a rose as blue as the summer skies with thorns as sharp as his beguiling lies. Blue velvet was the rose gifted my heart.
Sad Heart, now thou art wither'd from the Sun, What man, or god, will near thee run? Wrought in twist like branches in Tempests' gasp, What Comfort, or Gauze, shall be near to grasp? True ones begotten are the ones now Rotten And the ones now Rotten will never be forgotten They are merely sad remains of assiduous Tears That have been meddl'd with and tatter'd Raw throughout the years And thou, cruel Mind, that sat'st still thru toiling trail of Night; Must dream your broken Dreams; thou'rt a sanely flight! Can thou extinguish passions of Fire, Disease, or Rain? —tho thy distinguish'd influence trains to abstain Thy Remnants brought to debris in thy Empty street, Devour'd by Vultures, their bestow'd beaks entreat Merely are they cleaning an inexhaustible Mess Alas! Leaving thy rudiments of Identity to redress....
. in the aromatic silence flowers scent the air candle flicker glimmers supple soft shimmers of pale tangerine and swirls of pale rose in long slow sensuous moves yes…soft compliant stretches I lay supplicant on satin sheets I await you, my love in the moonlight in moans I plead for you hair in erratic disarray rusty tendrils fall unruly.... and body taut in love stricken passion drugged still seconds my breath caught I long for you I pine for your dominant eyes touch me on a bed of blue whisper those words "I love you:" and trace your tender hands blindly down this body starved like a hungry cat for you that's right…..only you will do just you can ease the agony and just and only you can wreck such havoc on my hungry heart wretched from the pain of loving you you break me and make me feral rivers of tender petals hot lava and liquid lust particles of me lost in storm tossed dust by your own creation I became your slave in breathless bondage chained to you…..weak and wanting (a heady thrill) my tongue so parched I thirst for you quaff from the lake of you dark and brooding… you your primitive eagle spirit draws me like a fluttering helpless moth (desiring) drawn inexorably to your raw flames can you feel me my love? your body I worship and I wait…. tied up here….I wait….. for just and only you
She dwells in deep canyons cold and dark To ponder a mystery that haunts her soul That leaves confusion and doubts in heart The loss of confidence now takes its toll To ponder a mystery that haunts her soul That renders sleepless hours through the night The loss of confidence now takes its toll A flower slowly dying withers in sunlight It renders sleepless hours through the night The days are shortened and she wastes away A flower slowly dying withers in sunlight Her sweet fragrance lost, forever and a day The days are shortened and she wastes away What could be this wrong which she has caused? Her sweet fragrance lost, forever and a day To fully grasp this puzzle she requires pause What could be this wrong which she has caused? What pain has she laid upon your heart? To fully grasp this puzzle she requires pause She dwells in deep canyons cold and dark ~*~ By: Audrey Carey Note: For Paula Swanson's "Pantoum" Contest
I'm lost in your beautiful starry eyes The ocean's scent and majestic waves Yes.. very quickly I'm taken by the sea And etched secrets in underwater caves I never would have dreamed it That every desire could come true I'm trusting in my heart Beyond this blue Girl, everything I do is now for two.. A sacred trust for only me and you Oh, passion's touch is on the rise So obvious any sailor could see If even now the tide crashed down There's more muse for you and me I'm so in love out on this sea.. Where there's only you and me Only you and me You and me Date: 8-25-14
written by Michael & The Mysterious Lady of Soup Michael The walls are tall but I know your there. I hear your voice and the thoughs we share. So close but can't touch your hand, all I could do is spill out my words and let my pencil land. Lady of Soup I can feel your heartbeat beyond these walls, one tear drop and my pencil falls. The image of you vibrates my desired needs, every thought about you inside me exceeds. Michael I press my palm on the door, just to feel your hand makes me want you more. My chest is beating to your song of desire. To be inside your body and feel your waves of fire. Lady of Soup I take a deep breath to feel your essence here. In my mind, the image of becomes so clear. I can not calm a single thought about you. I place my hands on my chest in hopes you get through. Michael Soon this door will open , and all shall be revealed. So many things to be said, will start with kisses sealed. To see you standing in your beauty and appeal I have to have you as our passion will steal Lady of Soup The time has come for us to be in each others arms before you opened the door, you had me with your charms. Lets throw these notes away, and feel the desire for each other. Lets keep this a secret between us, my dear poet and sexy lover..
Beckon these eyes a whisper in trees Scarlet passion in hot molten heat With your fiery touch I will hit my knees Fevered oscillation on warm amber sheets This skin awaits your raw carmine kiss Breath…indrawn from smoldering flames Inside deep eyes of sweet chocolate Swiss In searing red throes I call out your name Trembling in the blazing torch of your touch I whimper blue....a shattered disarray A blistered journey…you are my crutch A bursting heart pulsing crimson display -------------------------------------------- Morning awaits a crushed coral flower Entombed......inside an ebony tower
Siphoned light gropes passengers Hopeful for luminescent hearts, Arching underneath bombazine drapes Dusted with passionate legacies Of original sin and the primogeniture son, Wicked for nighttime plots savouring Spicy love, exponential in a vivid darkness.
How far can you fall and get back up How high can you jump And keep your feet in the sand To touch grace and fall from within Next to you I was out of my skin I missed you yesterday and you leave tomorrow A life spent in the shadows of lushly tint Smoke your waves Exhale the freshness of your menthol scent Home is what you call shelters that need no defense I'll send You'll say goodbye I'll send again You won't reply If love Is the appreciation of another's existence Then goodbye Is the anticipation of seeing you again You and I, we'll cruise the shores Together we'll settle with the wind The joy of a small hut, a lovers den You'll send I'll wonder why You'll send again I will not reply "our songs for sale"
The Ink Bottle sits, alone, It's only Companions, The Feathered Pen, The Paper Pad. The Desk, once alive, The Words, No longer, Written. Love, abandon, But wanting not, The Freedom, It has. A Wooden Chair, dusty, Reclines not, For the Comfort, Once given. Time, a mystery gone, With passing, Never to be recovered, Longing. Days of gloom, waiting, Shine not, The Light, The Heart, Once brightened. Come back, to Me, My words, of Joy, Of Laughter, Wisdom, once known.
i curl your long dark hair in my fingers at your neck as I pull you down I wait to feel the rough end of day beard on my face your eyes close a little then open to watch me look at me, I whisper dont stop looking at me
Laughing Atmospheres It floats in the morning dew Settles with diamonds On cobwebs who Catch dreams on their threads The sensual quiet of dawn Imbues The grass blades are whispering To the sifted chanting Of being One In a glittering pool The sea Dances every possibility Day bright answers to the Begun Shafts brilliance of the sun Calling loud With its perpetual anthem Loud call To the rest of the world And here it comes The daybreaks begin Leaping from my chest It seems Rushing to laughing atmospheres Peaks On white bathed angels Wings expand Sends me out Higher than the light In my eyes Gathering to the quintessence Point The beating monument Of my heart Single holds on to intense Shudders delight Through every sense I am soaring skies I see her eyes I Left unbound to the anchoring ground I Hear the word The catapult of love Universal soundings climax Imparts Beneath the eyes of God When we both were created As one She holds my cheek And the ghostly press Of lips meet I Confess my soul To the indomitable Flow Of love And the orchestral designs of morning Send this rockets emotive Burning Reaching Powered to pinicles In a cavalcade chords Goes racing Cavorting Climbing every space My spirit Has loosed upon the chase To its welcome home For such an exuberant ride All on its own Takes it place At her side I It is there Where I belong You see Every atom And concept of me Has always been Since God created us Both As one
Your season brought you to me You traveled on a winter's wind So crisp, refreshing, the possibility of you You floated lightly across my mind and into my heart It's as if you weren't real, then you weren't real As mysteriously as you came, you left Leaving with me thoughts of you; how you'd be when I finally met you ...kind, considerate, strong, thoughtful I'd imagined you so many ways... most of all, here I felt your warmth through your eyes; your smile But, I sensed sadness; a pain that I reached for to free you But I couldn't free you, but Him I could only make it soft ... until He came ... to lighten your burden ... and He came when I wasn't looking You knew and didn't tell me But, you tried in special ways and it worked I look back and still have you, but never did ... but still do ... signs of you ... feelings of you ... memories of you A season's memory
She should have been Hera, goddess queen of heaven, the sister-wife of Zeus, king of the gods; she would have caught him one Friday night tipping Out while she sleeps to visit one of his plumy wives and over 100 relations. She would have said, "Sit down Zeus; let me inform you about the laws of Property settlement and child support in heaven with a concrete poem." She would have straightened up Aphrodite, goddess of love and lust. Especially when Aphrodite was caught red-handed making love to Her son, Ares, the God of war, she probably would have said, "Now look Here woman, quit messing with my son and creating all this rumblings in Heaven with the gods." I could see some Lanturne poems floating She would have acted as the sister of Demeter, goddess of fertility, Agriculture, and harvest, a sister of Zeus. Because she would have Blessed women with children who need them, and also farmers With great harvest and crops to feed their families and sustain the People across the land, by waving a haiku poem in her healing hands She would have screamed as the sister of Hermes, the crooked cattle-rustling God; son of Zeus and Maia, who stole his brother, Apollo's cows, then Lied, and swore before Zeus, their father, "That even if I knew who stole Apollo's cattle, I would not even accept a reward for finding the thief." She would have gave her crooked brother, and son of Zeus, a flying senryu She would have been with Athena, the virgin goddess of wisdom, reason, and Heroic endeavors; the daughter of Zeus, and Titan goddess of wise counsel Métis, especially when Athena appeared onto Swift-footed demigod, Achilles, and told him, "Sheathe your sword and defeat Agamemnon, the Greek king with words of wisdom." I could see some wise epigram poems She was probably counseled by Apollo, her brother, god of music, healing, and Poetry; the son of Zeus and the Titan goddess Leto. Because she has cared For the sick in hospital emergency rooms, and has also stimulated us for years With her poetic muse. She has counseled many along the way and has calmed Many storms with loving charm. "Hail my sister in Christ—Karen O'Leary!" Happy birthday angel and wishing you many more for years to come!
I'm in such a state of confusion, I don't understand what I'm doing I know your there And I know you care But I can't see you I can't hear you I just don't know what to do I know your there in the stillness, Waiting to heal this illness There is a deep hole A sickness in my soul, Disease in the depths of my heart But How to fix it I wouldn't know where to start How it came to be Is a deep mystery to me I know that I am broken We all are in some way But rarely are these things spoken Rarely do I have the courage to say The secrets kept within The depths of my sin But if I hide it how can it be healed How can the healer heal? If I keep my heart sealed What if I let down my shield? Will I be attacked or disgraced Or will I be embraced I'm too scared to find out To be found out So I hide my face I only let people see part of me I only let people get so close I don't want them to see I don't want them to know And so I end up alone I've been to the bar, the clubs, All the social hubs But no one cares about my hurts Life's all about chasing skirts, Fancy cars and nice shirts Or is there something beyond drunken nights, and flashing lights Is there something really worth living for, an open door to something more? An invitation to a new destination A path to peace, a sweet release A new life to claim, an escape from the shame I believe there is, some days I forget But my life isn't over yet Tomorrow is a new day I can live life your way With love and peace With guilt and shame released With a new heart And a new start A reason to live And something to give To this broken earth Of invaluable worth At my very core I know I was born for more Than to live and to die Without knowing why I don't have it all figured out But I know without a doubt That the world needs love And that love comes from above Because human love is not enough That is why there is a deep hole And a sickness in my soul But to me has been revealed The way to be healed Now I have a mission A reason for existence To bring healing to the earth To the unloved, the broken, the rejected And tell them what they are worth So that Jesus' love will be reflected And this love will give birth To many people being resurrected, Redirected and completely accepted To a wonderful and glorious rebirth
my angel you are with me in a way i never knew just sitting here thinking and spending time with you we recall the good times and lessons that we learned sneered at the bad times and hours that they burned both learning truths as God helped us to see a little something about you a little something about me we were brought together it was our destiny and just like all beautiful stories ending in tragedy but only just today have i found you in my mind and now something tells me that you were there all the time my spirit has accepted that your body has gone but everything you did in my mind lives on you made me someone much more than i am giving me presents and presence being my biggest fan i could never win anything more valued than you my gift from God i was given to you too the chair where you were sitting beside me so so well for a while it held an emptiness a little piece of hell but i have learned for the good perhaps in the nick of time that i can fold your little chair and put it in my mind and place it with my treasures things i've had since i was a boy with my most treasured memories horses and toys
Your eyes arrive on me like the whips of passion's urgency wide with white smite encasing eons inflamed in irises, I feel the tight temperature of they're heated hue, my lust crises rises, brown autumn burning into ravenous red, seduction's takeover fast overhead, you've got an angel in one eye, a devil in the other, teammates, temptation led trouble in your stare and glory in your glare, there's a gamble on your lips I get an adrenaline hit, I see the misfit, magic in those lids beauty and banditry bound to fantasy, hips and slits favoring me, brash brows and lapping lashes portals pivoting on our cunning chances, flawless in flirt, a merciless miracle of attraction, there's somethin lawless in you woman got me comin for your lovin - J.A.B.
How ironic? Has God ever fallen in love? I am sure the supreme power does have a clue about love. Then why are many struggling with questions that have no answers. If certain sensations are not meant to be then why does one have to go through it? Or is it a good way to put a check list on Karmic activities. One's feeling doesn't seem to make any sense and the restless notion only brings discomfort. Even though some things seem so right and pulls one toward a make believe world, Attempts and efforts don't seem to fade away. It is with the tornado of genuine feelings that keep the tingly feeling of love alive. So does God understand this? Even though modernization has struck onto the minds of many, The devotion and willingness to surrender to that person develops a passionate and overpowering desire. The sweet and sour, or bitter and sweet emotion creates fear or questions fate again and again. Once the brave feeling has been awakened and humble efforts have been tried upon, One cannot fight destiny, but can hopefully open a new change to Karmic policies. As time goes by, one notices that it is no more days, weeks, months, but years that has shaken the foundation of a belief that finally love will conquer over the negativity, Love is the feeling that has no answers but only a precious sensation is felt. Again no answers, but more questions and experiences are shown and learnt in every way. There must be something better stored for everyone that is why one walks through a chain of tests. Happy living and sustain that positive attitude.
Rabbits always digging, digging deeper, cutting into truth's marrow.... We screwed a mirror into the ceiling of the Temple in our skulls, jumped up through it, discovered a world turned backwards, sideways, upside-down. The deeper we dig, the higher we climb, the rabbit hole stretches forever on. And I smile. An Alchemical wedding, an Illuminated union shedding light upon ancient footsteps moving into the future - a vow of: "From before our birth, and even after death, into a new birth." Immersions, conversions, inversions merging, joining into a Sacred Shield. We dine upon postcards of the Nativity, steaming off faded stamps, adding a fresh coat of colour, chuckling at Raven stealing the Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh. O what a Trickster! Raven drops pearls into our eyes, tastes the sun as lemon wedges, passes on the seeds to us. We water seedlings with tears of vulnerability and fading fears, feeling shoots sprout into trees, feeling unfolding mysteries. The ancient footsteps ignite a futuristic beat. Above, cities burn, the world is on fire, but the drums do not cease as we keep jumping through mirrors. Mirrors reflected in dilated pupils, dilated pupils reflected in mirrors. No matter the course, stars shine on, shine with souls, souls become stars, stars are seeds for even more trees, and pearls continue to drop into our eyes as we navigate the twisting burrow, meandering along a path where Raven flies. July 8th, 2012
" From the debt of my heart" The African child Sat behind the bamboo fence He was sober and tense Sputtering and wondering. He forsook the bush meat And the gathering under the moonlight For sobriety and the causes of his uncertainties. His clothes were like dried leaves His feet like openings in the eaves He longed to see a brighter tomorrow He clarified the causes of his sorrow; Sins of the father, Fighting not to make things better Therefore darkening the weather, Making his destiny falter and bitter. Tears exuded from the sound of his flute, His fears enlarged like a parachute But one thing he never understood, Watch and pray, oh! African root For your foundation is stinky, filthy, Faulty and guilty...... watch and pray.
The autumnal grace that bodes so well For eager souls departs, Upon a dove wore Gaelic prose Devised by naïve hearts, For afterthoughts as echoed dew Sate the doleful needs, Of naïve souls whose hearts dispose Of decadence and greed, For autumnal grace a phrase misplaced In modern times bestowed, With meaning laced with fervent haste That once defined our souls.
Heartbeats and Brain-Roses transmit petals on ley-lines. Vapours between tongues lick speckles of blood dripping to the ground, causing an earthquake to crumble apart a fallen, rotted tree, freeing seedlings of truth from its naked centre. 7.17.2012
Silence can deceive One's quiet to understand Another to destroy
Through the Mist It feels like a lifetime has passed since my beloved I last saw, Bedecked in shining armor, my brave Geoffrey did gallantly gallop, Riding his silver steed, through a soft silky blue morning mist That like a tender lover enveloped and amorously embraced him. Now overtaken by dark despair, silently willing my love to reappear, Despondently I peer through this most mystifying mist, realizing that On this fateful day twenty years before, he had unwittingly succumbed To its seductive allure because man and mist had merged becoming one. Date: 8-21-2014
Obsessed with the thought of you wondering if it's only me or if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said and if you meant them how I took them or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head Obsessed with your very sentences Every response I take personal I know it's selfishness Have you not noticed my eyes? They hold secrets that only you can unlock if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust and other things I obsess over so much I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created where only you and I reside I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I begin to cry and think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair I know it's unfair but I don't care I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips, I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....
When job positions within monopolies prevent us from working together towards a goal far greater than lining the pockets of a few, when schools stop us from educating ourselves, and are instead, assembly lines churning-out tin soldiers, when governments prevent humanity from achieving self-determination, when media keeps us informed about current events, rather than us becoming involved in the events, then only in resistance will we find each other; will we find ourselves in the purest sense. The masqued ones are erasing themselves within a society in which everything is under surveillance, measured, quantified and appraised, where everything is determined by resumes, credit history, internet profiles. Background checks, gossip columns, intelligence agencies, conspire to drag every last detail out into the open. The masqued ones live in an in-between world being squeezed by other worlds. It is a world existing in the hope of understanding reality, by changing reality. If the powers that be, can reveal the hidden world, dragging it out under the searing spotlight of scrutiny, under the spotlight of current mass-ideology, then one more possible world reality becomes extinct under the boots of Fascists using the freedom of speech to silence the freedoms of everyone else; eventually, even including themselves. The controllers want to show there are no unchartered paths leading away from the programmable masses of mundanity. Therefore, the masque is seductive to those not fully conditioned to become blind sheep led by shepherds, towards the slaughter. The masque suggests mystery, unknowns, alternative endings to a story covered in mildew. The masque symbolizes a threat to an entrenched establishment. The masque becomes the chrysalis in which a pupa can evolve into something different; into something new. ....in warrens deep below, Babylon-kids write love songs, and above ground, people preach rights and freedoms, while enslaving the world in the chains of a democracy that has never truly existed. Democracy is a dream turned nightmare, so the Babylon-kids are keeping the dream of a choose-your-own-adventure, alive. 12.03.2012 .
Bob had been a lonely man ever since His wife of fifty years had passed. "Lord, let me join her." he would pray. "Let this day be my last." Each day, he went to the cemetery, Just a short walk down the street. After their talk, he would water her flowers And hear passers-by whisper, "How sweet." One gray and misty morning, He had hoped for sunnier skies To plant fall bloomers at her graveside; But, there, to his surprise… Stood an old dog beside her stone; Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose. He whined as Bob approached, as if to say, "I could use a friend, you know." He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers, Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place. Then, after the last one was planted, He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob's face. Bob smiled. "I had a dog when I was young… Pal…he was a mighty good one too. So, if you don't mind old fella, That's what I'll call you." Pal may have been an old dog, But he was smart and handsome in his way; So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal And a bath, if he decided to stay. Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass. He slept on a blanket in the den. In the night, he dragged it next to Bob's bed. He intended to be Bob's best friend. Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too; Never made a mess or got in trouble. He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees; And when Bob called, he 'd come on the double. Yes, Pal gave Bob's life new purpose. A special bond of friendship was cast. And never again did Bob pray, "Lord, let this day be my last." For twelve years, the very best of friends, Together night and day; And so it was, until one night, Both quietly passed away. The next morning, an old woman, Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes, Brought flowers to her husband's grave; But there, to her surprise…. Stood an old dog beside the stone, Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose. He whined as she approached, as if to say, "I could use a friend, you know." He sat calmly as she took old flowers And put fresh ones in their place. He carefully sniffed the fresh ones, Then turned and licked her face. She smiled. "I had a dog when I was young... a good one too. His name was Pal."
_____________________________ Frolicking in song gliding along the shoreline the heart cry out *Love... intimate sunlight painted on fleshly desire ensnare wild passion, the afternoon falls victim to hot love, carefree and *Fun two naked bodies roll endless in warm seductive wet sand, with each breath completion nears perfect *Poetry _____________________________ Poet ~ Rick Parise Contest ~ "Fun and Frolic"
The night approaches me again and you're not here still with me And here under my breath I call your name and I watch your loving face And there among the dark shadows you'll come back again the same I hear your haunting tune and I know that you'll be waitin' this time for me. Release me from all this pain I'm sufferin "Come to me"and just take my hand Hold me in your arms so tight and please never ever let me again go Together we'll dream of that other time and fly away to that magical time band There is no other place like this in heaven or earth where our love can only but glow. Join me here tonight,hear my voice into the night and just be mine for all time Come to me right now and give me all your love before the night is carried away Let me kiss your lips,caress and love you all night til we both see a brand-new day Disperse all the dark shadows in which I exist,come to me and be mine for all times. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2010 July 18, 2010 Author Notes: This poem amongt many others that I'd written in my life,had been inspired by my very favorite and most beloved vampire character of all time, "Barnabas Collins" from the most popular daytime soap opera series ever produced on T.V. in my opinion, "Dark Shadows." This whole DVD collection is most wonderful! And Jonathan Frid is so awesome!
The lady In Red She missed out on the green silk dress; it was sold before she did buy But when the red dress came to the store she did not let this one pass her by The Lady in Red as she became known set out to dazzle and beguile She would turn many a head with such a dazzling sexy smile. This femme fatal set off, not realising the power she did now hold The swaying of the hips, she was indeed a picture of beauty to behold Its low cut neck did display a white décolleté of rare fine beauty Many came and offered his hand, on one knee as was his duty The Lady In Red was not easily won, her heart she kept hidden away Those that tried to win her, found there was a hefty price to pay The lady in the fire red dress, sashaying down the street Had them stepping out of doors, and stopping cars just to meet. One day the Lady In Red fell in love, and then the problems did start She found there was a price to pay, when she wanted to give her heart From praying to the devil one day, a dazzling beauty she asked to be He answered her request with a warning; "Your soul will belong to me." She was willing to pay any price to wear the red dress so beguiling She didn't look behind her or she would have seen the Devil smiling The fine print on her request to the Devil, she did not bother to read 'Your heart and soul will belong to me that's the payment for your greed.' The Lady In Red could not give love, just sashay far and wide Sweeping young bloods off their feet, then casting them out with evening tide Her heart would have broken, if it was still hers to keep The young man she fell in love with, was the one that made her weep He promised love and devotion if only her heart she could give When she said that didn't belong to her, he didn't want to live She tried to shed some tears but the devil dried them with his fiery finger "Next time you want something so bad, you better not let your eye linger." You asked for dazzling beauty, you promised you were willing to pay Don't come weeping to me because you have given true love away Beauty was more important to you than a genuine heart full of love You can take this young blood with you, and join as the hand in a glove But this love you found, this love you desire, the price must still be paid You can take this handsome youth, but under the ground he must be laid His life I ask in full recompense and then your love to him you can give But it will have to be in this lifetime, because you will not be allowed to live. © ~GG~3/12/2012
Extraordinary, I am Craving for unusual thoughts Endless exploration without boundary Understanding the gift I shouldn't fought Invisible drawings in my mind Playing with the words in my head My passion The food of my soul I feel so lucky The random thoughts A lifetime companion A self esteem builder A goal planner Be my forever life saver I write more I talk less I want to please I chose to bore What tickles me the most Is to know what I'm for Thinking is my love When my mind goes empty That's when I hate My day dreaming lust Organizing things in my mind Playing roles of simulation Where images of art is my vision And words of attitude is my heart
Futility my heart breathes its last breath Embraces its own death Ready to be reborn and made anew Can't live a lie Refuse to "do" and I'll DIE.... Focus now on why I'll live And never touch the sky. I have to forget you I have to reject you But I will never love anyone like I loved you..... I heard you whisper and you never knew it I wiped the tears from your eyes But you couldn't feel it You're lost and you'll never find you And neither will I And I'm so sorry-- but I'm NOT. I'll attempt to reset Try to forget But you know, I never will. Be my dirty little secret My very worst-kept secret Sweet, smooth, beautiful poison My infernal and endless attraction towards complete and utter self-destruction I fell in love with the devil And it will take one heck of an angel To save me from the likes of you.... My addiction my confusion my nightmare my dream never to come true Oh, I'll never forget the times we never shared I'll never forget how you were never there Always me, the stars, and tears And I ask you, what kind of life is THAT? I have to face the facts I don't know what happens now but it happens without you. The stains will always be there the scars will never fade But the memory of you---- it HAS to. I could carry the torch forever But it would only consume me I can't cry another tear for you Or I'll dry up completely It doesn't affect you and you never deserved me You'll go on with your life, too All, all alone Because you'll only ever be in love with you.
Enter a storybook tale Where I can be The heroine you hail Lucid dreams of soft reflection A touch heated with lust and desired protection A breathe a gasp as we succeed Join the fairytale with me Valiant night within dark eyes the right movement and I make them shine like moonlight on the steamy hot spring care to follow for a little dip with me Trailing like the water at my fingertips Grasp me around my hips As close as the breeze on my skin Whisper lies as I let you in Lips mumbling up my thighs bare heart exposed to the sky fire burning in my veins Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave Trembling with desire Take me till we've lost count of the hours enter this storybook tale Where I can be the heroine you hail
Smokeless inhales hurt. I cough tar on my shirt. As my black lungs breathe, Shrilling exhales wheeze. Cabrona Falls me Down to My knees. The nicotine cracks My will. My composure Spills. I want This. I must Have this. I sink Into The brink Of madness.
I walk a mile to see the self in me that I believe to be, I knew the road I choose to lay my head to sleep is called my home, times in need I could barely see that in myself I will set free, the act that held me down, something about me I could not see, I lived a life when I decide that day I said that I don't care, so young, so bright, I dim my light, traumatized for me to share, love me please regardless of what you heard and what you have seen, friends say that I'm only human, yes you're right, a human but who am I being? My life will move in the direction I choose, this I know I have always been taught that I choose to be a winner or lose, its entirely up to me its all in my thoughts. Ken Fepulea'i
He smiles in my direction as he walks in the door And laughs at my heart, now a puddle on the floor, The people walking by turn, point and stare, I repeat over and over, "there's nothing there…" Rains of passion, waves of homicidal angst, You can't look backwards and still walk straight, A million signs are screaming out at you: Stop-danger-watch out-you're running too Quickly, swiftly your friends all walk away, I'd like to say something, but it'd be so cliché, Silently you sit and watch them go, Hoping inside that they don't know, Maybe they won't know, but everybody knows… I think of you and I think about stars, Captured fireflies in marmalade jars, Beautiful reminders of what may have been, But the fire goes out, and they lay there dead... He says, "The poison doesn't do it for me anymore, I need a pain to leave me lying gasping on the floor," My eyes go cloudy as he looks to yesterday, I say, "I never meant to hurt you anyways..." It broke my heart, I almost cried To see you hurting, so broke inside, Twist, plunge deeper, lemon and salt it so, Some suffer in silence, I've come to know, You'd rather be alone, you asked me to go... The colors flew around the walls, How I got here I don't recall, He handed me the bottle and I didn't think twice, "Just get rid of the pain, whatever the price..." I think we danced, at least we may've, Silly boy, to think I'd misbehave, He said, "I bet I can change your mind," Slow down, stop, (learn to) rewind, "Hold my hand," I pleaded, to who? I don't think so, that's not something I'd do, Stop, not there, leave me alone, I don't want to be touched anymore… A glance at the reflection as I pass a mirror, I thought I saw a smile, but it disappeared, Spin around and around, a crystal ball, Reality's a mist that surrounds us all…
Let me express my feelings Let me tell you a true tale So, my husband has a "gift" One I can't quite tell He has his sly fox ways Of getting what he wants For if it isn't his way His ways are full of taunts He begs and begs and pleads Honey, baby, dear I want to hold you close tonight I want to feel you near Sometimes I say ok But others it's too hot But before the night is over I end up in his spot How is that he could argue with me after such a night Over a piece of paper That was strictly in HIS sight I know he has bad days Trust me, I have mine too I guess he can make it up to me "Somehow" we'll make it through -Miranda Lambert-
She bounced right off the inkling . . . . . . . . . golden rings and tinker bells winking on tiny toes zzzzzzzzinging through the galaxies spinning . . . . . . . . . aglitter aflicker ~ her heart atwist amidst anticipating ... on Halley's comet tail she flew . . . . . . . . . in the genius of a snowflake parade in search ... in search . . . . . of something he once said to the atmosphere on a cloudy . . . . . . . . . day over rooftops flurried in December snow in a glance of her cosmic smile, . . . . . . . . . she ... perched on the cusp of an eighth of a moon sang songs of fields of poppies soon budding beneath the snow, . . . . . . . . . and she opened her tiny fists and let go her angel dust upon the world and the earth shimmered in many colors and gave praise . . . . . . . . . and the angels came and fetched her up ~ and He smiled. x
She know she's putting her heart in danger, As she asks for the love of a beautiful stranger. The elusive inhabitant of her heart and soul, You're the one and only who can make her feel whole. Masked by the distance of a thousand miles, But still unyielding to inevitable smiles. Amazed by your loveliness to which none can compare, But of your weak grasp of apathy, she's also aware. With great diligence does a relationship bloom, Saving you both from your anguish and gloom. Yet from deep inside her a hunger lurks on, Yearning for more of your heart, brain, and brawn. In the back of her mind she argues and quarrels, She questions herself and she questions her morals. Is this desire to love, something she really feels? Or is it her own remedy for her heart to heal? You're the only one for which her heart sings, Should she be allured by such fairytale things? Can she really feel love or that kind of care, For an intangible being who's not even there? She'll build you a bridge to make one of two hearts, And you'll both take the roll of a less foreign part. You'll have no need or desire to change her, And to her you'll be beautiful, but no longer a stranger.
Into the light I see, with rays in clouds and warmth in me. Brittle is the air around, no voice is there, nor sweeter sound. Within my scars and broken back, there are my kin, there love I lack. The oceans turn, therefore I weep, Is it truly my tears to keep? Now the mountains begin to fall, like sand and dust to death they call. I hear my children bleed and cry, there bellies thirst and almost dry. Some will seat and eat there fill, "lets help them now, so now we will! His mother would find pride within, a pretty thing this life of sin. Alas, my days are almost through, my breath, my flesh and heart is too. Let this be my final song, for war alone is for the strong. Into the night I see, is there still love left for me?
The steady pull of temptation-- a tease on my resolution. When I can sleep, I take what dreams afford me. In these dreams, my 'noxide comes to ward me. Her smoke is an invitation. my conscience falls for the con science of my imagination. I give in and reality spins. Between the sleeps, I lie in sanity. I wonder: Did I give into my humanity? did I'd err? Is that smoke in the air?
Tonight I bathe beneath your light that's touched me once again. Where in your glow I feel the flow that runs inside my veins. So cloudless sky please tell me why my thoughts of you come and go? On a night like tonight in the full moonlight my howling love- cry echoes.
Chain smoke until I'm in care of the CO. There's one left, still. I smoke it really slow. "It's the end," I anticipate As the last inch evaporates. I can't get Over it; It's over before I know it. Butt, I can't quit. I'm possessed with this Obsession; I'm addicted. My lungs have oxygen, Yet I'm suffocating inside. I can't breathe again Without my 'noxide.
< Early morning, Its rainy and dark, Quit dull, Cloudy and gray, Emotions flowing not, So dim and sadden, Stuck in a zone, Feeling all alone, Suddenly blacken, Now dressed in lace, And black satin, Emotions flowing all over, Yet still lost, Dazed and amazed, Felt crushed pancake flatten......>
In transit through the time-zones, trails her colours everywhere, Her spectrographic spectrums lance ethereal through the air, Fragmenting rainbow spears and curves of bending light, Arcing jet-streams counterpoint with sunspots blinding bright. And in the dreams I have of her beneath blown skies of tangerine, Angelic, incandescent, paints the sweetest forms I've ever seen. Elated on the desert winds she flickers some prismatic ghost, Tripping ruined beauty from each pillar to each mystic post, Deep emerald light refracted as cracked ice in shining eyes, A telepathic temptress breathing winter sleep and summer sighs. And in the morning sun that kisses glacial seas of bathtub blue, She walks the dunes of memory, on golden beaches combing through.
Noah's ark was real not a fiction It had a door to escape God's affliction Noah delivered a warning message But the folks mock their own presage Men grew in sin and matured in transgression And ignored Noah's loving confession The Door stood open a long time Until time begin to climb The Lord finally shut the Door And the rain begin to pour 120 years of grace finally came to a halt God administered judgment by default The Door was a glorious type of Christ He was the Lamb of God who was price Jesus said "I am the Door of the sheep" He is the only Door of that Great ship Jesus is our Door of salvation Wherein we enter and float as new creation Behold He stands at your door this day and knock Let Him in, you'll find pasture as a partaker of His Holy flock Then said Jesus unto them again, Verily, verily, I say unto you, I am the door of the sheep- John 10:7
It consumes A flash burning Scarlet white Ardent Heat Radiant within starless obscurity Incinerating Entirely all within its grasp Flowing away on heat waves Carrying off Embers aglow Pluming skyward Ever higher Where the convergence is complete And then upon The approach of daybreak Where flames burn low and blue Cooling The ashes left behind Are Two embering and cindered lovers
Within Twilights , Sparling star dust... Sweeetness of Love, goes to the Extremes... grasping, passion as it overwhelms Beautiful Tristen, with his gentle touch, Smile... as he approaches tis most beautiful elegant woman his heart tis ever seen, his emotions overwhelmed him, tis with excitement he moves closer towards her, giving her a beautiful red rose, then he begans to reach out gently to take her by the hand, as his eyes met hers, he saw his raving beauty, his True love.. tis wearing elegantly glowing white shinin' with radiance of silver streams flowing down tis lacy curves within her evening gown, sparkling as she glows, she softly smiled and began to blush, as she let him take her hand gently, then as he slowly pulled her close unto him, then he led her through the corridors down toward the ballroom unto the opened French doors, tis in a distance, sweet music softly playing within the air… tis within twilights as Tristen heart began beat-faster, tis he turns towards her, as she turned toward him, he places his arm around her waist, as she placed her arm around his collar of his tux… Smile.. they began to slowly move within tis dance… gently swaying to the peaceful beautiful music… as hearts beating closer, then he whispers… softly… sweetly unto her heart.. words of such passion… expressing his love.. unto her heart tis she has been waiting to hear… grasping such passion as clock strikes midnight............ ~In Progress~
Rest is a requirement, for all, in order to have this, sleep is a must, after a day's of hard work, wherein sleep is a must, for all, to freshen up the next day, though the mind goes to sleep, and the body follows suit, the subconscious mind awakens, and in lie, a number of dreams, awaiting you, the dream, that always reigns in my mind, is the death of my wife, not once, but more than a couple of times, why does this dream, often arise in my mind, is the answer I seek, is it because of the love we have towards one another, or is it the compassion for each other, or is it in relation of serving one another, or is it a kind of warning, a warning to take care in the future, some people may call this as the sixth sense, while I call this a nightmare, as nightmares are really scary, yes, nightmares are quite scary indeed, if you do agree with me or not!! From:-Mr.Manu Nair (dated 19th November, 2012)
I found it safely tucked away, Held deep within her private things She put it there, with lock and key Intended, not, for eyes to see? A cherished thing?.... Forgotten, ...when? Or was it not?...Perhaps and then.... Does it tell of secret love? Another spring, or just a whim? A treasured time, a change of fate? The date it holds, confuses me Revealing now, "what might have been?" When sleep upon her eyelids came And took her fairness far from here What held her name, with antique flair Of lilacs blooming, roses paired With lacy hearts, and cupid's spear This tells me secrets, something dear... Someone loved her, someone cared long before my Grandpa dared __________________________________________________________________ 2/10/13
Of course, who can claim to be my lover Eternally wedded to him I am, in the form of a prayer That is you, only you, powerful Lord Revered you shall be as long as I can breathe your word! Seated on the highest altar of my heart Forever you shall be the ladies' sweetheart Even if the guys will want their friendship's part My lover forever you shall be in your tender heart Feelings are profuse, You have been my only muse Lighting up at all times my fuse Tending all the times to my bruise Blissful are those seated near the Lord Guiding them he is, always away from discord Pray, altruist Lord, Love me endlessly I am yours incessantly, claims my harmony Placed 6th in the contest Endless Love;Gail Doyle
How can this be... I not understand I am waiting for the big bomb shell to explode... or something I mean... I am waiting for the floor to slip out from under me... I am sure tis man cannot be all true... he cannot be... true and honest he cannot be.. so sweeet and kind I am sure... there is something I am positive I am just so blind... because of his generosity his kindness is more then I have ever seen... I not understand.. tis man tis never really mean For tis man is a Man of Christ for tis man has morals.. values Honest and True... For tis man.. is ever so kind.. I am sure... something.. I shall find.. Why??? Tis man is edifying... never doubts what I say.. this man is different in many... many ways... I not understand Why??? Why tis man is ever so nice to me For tis he not know me... I truly not know him... but tis be.. He has bent over backwards he understands and listens gives great wisdom he so kind... but tis I am sure... tis something... I must be blind... I mean.. Why??? Why tis this man ever so nice to me? for tis No man ever has been No man unless they have a hidden motive but tis man I see none... Tis man... is so Amazing tis man is sweeet as can be tis man... is a True Treasure tis man... tis hard to believe tis man has Integrity.. he is Tender-hearted too he tis ever so Caring.. Compassionate Understanding... Tis man.. God has placed into my life Why??? I wonder... for tis hard for me to believe hard for me to trust.. to truly know... But Now perhaps I see... Tis man.. God has sent tis be Amazing Angel...
The lighthouse stands atop the hill, A warning for the sailors, That here be shallow waters, Reefs and widow makers. She stands there in all weather, To shine her beacon bright. Through wind and rain and dark of night, She's there to shine her light. Some say the lighthouse came to be, Because of an old story, About a sailor coming home, Braving some storm's fury. His ship went down somewhere 'round here. The sailor lost his life, And now whenever there's a storm, You'll see the sailor's wife, Standing high atop the hill, A lantern in her hand, And if you look along the shore, Sometimes you'll see a man. He comes out of the water, To climb the wind swept hill, Where she stands with lantern light, Waiting for him still. Judy Ball
Our present incapable to convey, beneath the heaven's sky, yet we share the evening elucidation, equivalent morning rise, my storm will rage your way, your gust flustering me one day, articulating thoughts of you... and mystifies my life.
Victorian white lace, ivory fair of face, Lips as red, the rose bud does grow, and is Cut's deeply by it's own thorns. Graceful maiden, beauties sheer elegance, Of olden years past, weep ye no more. Within the golden looking glass, she dances, To a yearling's lullaby forgotten. A lone figure in a solitary waltz, gliding, Stepping ever so lightly, no sound is made, Except for the beating of ones own heart. A ghostly image, held hostage in time, Frozen within a glass prison of pain, Is this the lady of white. Clouds of powder, set against a blue hued, Sky above, is heaven so far away, to her touch. A faded Porcelain doll, is she with eyes Devoid of life, yet alive. Hands do smack against the glass, but it is A jail cell, the intent purpose, to hold Hostage, what remains within. This door barred shut, has no key, or release, Time's measurement, lies in rhythm, a ticking Clock set, on perpetual motion. Sorrow's tears melt into nothingness, her Spirit bound to linger in a hollow image, Emotions haunting loveliness, a broken Soul of despair. Will no guardian angel, wrap her beneath Their wings of pity's warmth, nay even justices Avenging, shall not dare to enter within. Shattered crystal shards, burst forth, and memory Fades to blackness, a white sheet covers the mirror, And no light is shone, in this world of illusion. Victorian white lace, ivory fare of face, Lips as red, as the rose bud that grows, And is cut deeply by it's own thorns. Petals plucked by the forlorn, lead some Down a path that should not be traveled, Beware the lonely heart, follow nay the Sweet voices echoing within the nights Darkness.
She could be ---- whatever she wanted to be..... Cause the seas mighty with storm to scorn the shores of whorish men, and descend them to depths forlorn, or lift their wee-dignity, conspired aloft blue-sky-spires; Spiraling to the bosom of some fresh heaven ---- they shall see their folly for the loveliness in her eyes, and await her kiss a thousand years; Reflect soft scented meadows, and a heart from which flows the waterfall ---- roaring in glory of darling truth, and steadfast honesty, The wickedness of men..... cannot endure a glimpse, a mere peek upon her gaze..... The desert winds whirl the dune seas, of Octavian mischief; And whip they throughout the ages, beyond time, Octavian crushed neath her timeless allure.... He always the 'great' villain, and she the beauteous Queen Are good men and 'great' men of the same kind? seldom are 'great' men good, and good men 'great' Christ was born in a lowly manger ---- the King of kings, and too many a 'king' born in plush luxury, But Cleopatra took her life for love, though born of unsurpassed beauty, she was not tainted with the thirst of power, or hungry like a selfish dog ---- to appease a frail appetite, But supreme as a thorn-bird's undying love; many a wold (rolling plains), dipped in honeyed ease, the glory of gold, and likeness of her Essence(d) in the weave of high-romance, Cleopatra.... Whom the masses of men lay mystified in her elegant recollection, majestic, for her affections ---- The Valley of the Kings kneel in her shadow.... she is beautiful, for her love..... Whom she may be called (both good and great) She could be, whatever she wanted to be.....
This new born day I celebrate your souls release from guilt n' captivity since that day you felt a carnal touch of sin within as your hands played poetically upon the curves of your dead lover's silken skin… I know now you made your way to the top of the rocks to plant a tree to guard this sacred place where I fell from thee n' you repeated the poetic chant of love's abandoning to follow me into our karmic destiny… On that fateful day your soul bled away at the top of this crest by a solitary juvenile tree, your body of words fell to the rocks at the base of this cliff, embroidered into the blood of me… The one who would hold a feather to her face on this crest by the sea n' remember finally the days gone by of you n' me, our deaths from love's abandoning when you my love were lost to this world n' me for ten centuries… I now await destiny as we will love forever more with immortal hearts…
Forlorn in midnights vastness Twinkling cousins as patient companions She covets him Her blushing glow pacifying the empty night Descending toward dawn Anxious Lingering He will come for her… Slowly the stars fade out and night dissipates in morning mist Ocean breezes begin murmuring the promise Life begins again this new day He ascends the heavens upon brilliant light His rending ardor glowing sultry upon her face Almost becoming one they embrace in chaste love Only for the moment before she falls away Mirroring souls caught in a cyclical lovers dance Reaching out for the other at dawn and dusk Losing one another time and again Forlorn within the midday skies Gentle clouds and albatross as patient company He yearns for her His heavy radiance granting the gifts on the new day Descending towards twilight Restless Lingering She will come for him…
I want to evaporate into the balmy sky. Embrace songs and taste feathered energy. I want to be gray and float heavily to you-- Pregnant with rain and colors of light.
Writing with a pin, I know it is wrong. Writing with a pin, Blood is being drawn. Writing with a pin, My skin's burning and searing. Writing with a pin, It's wrong, but it has a satisfying feeling.
Sometimes. just sometimes when a breeze brushes my cheek carrying a curious scent, a delicate flower pushes through a crack in the sidewalk, a candle flame reflects in a window spotted with rain, I close my eyes, listen to my heartbeat as the world fades away, and quietly ... ... wonder x
darkened moon filthy room five fast bullets locked and loaded perilous inches from my head fate is held by my true loves' hand
Words are just a decoy An excuse to dance around the truth Underestimated silence Proves language is uncouth Your gut will always tell you What your heart tries to ignore Most try their best to silence it Stirring an internal war Why deny yourself of happiness? Why pretend logic is correct? Why hide behind a curtain? Why pretend our hearts select? Ignorance is truly bliss Too bad that's not our case Lets take a risk and show our courage Let our souls meet face to face.
I wonder, do daises tell? Among us, who hasn't tried More than once petals to expel? Watch whispers of white-hearted hope From within this circled chain; Petaled path on which we grope. Numbers hold this uncertain Mystery until they're plucked One by one. Life is taken From each one because of lore, To assuage the human heart. They die to make your love soar!
As he came... Bent down towards me He took me by the hand... Led me out to the dance floor.. As the music played... he held me close his heart beating next to mine warmth surrounded us... soft... melodies played I said... I am scared For I never done this before... He said.. no worrys.. I am here... my dear then he whispered into my ear Singing melodies of lyrics of song As the music played We swayed to the music as held me close unto him... his strong arms held me tight dancing on through the night.. gentle as he... guided me across the dance floor... Sweeetness music played More Beautiful then ever before... Precious moments... Then I woke up... Twas just a dream of many dreams.. But then again was it??? Tis be soon... As time shall be... When moment comes I shall dance the dance.. as He guides me Across the sky Then between the stars... To the other side.. Beyond... Glorious Love Eternity.. Sweeet Divine Precious moments.. Shall forever be... Music Plays.. Melodies unto our King Harmony of all souls Whom belong to Him Come... to Jesus Lets Dance the Dance of Glorious Love Together... Sweeetness of the Souls..
Look at me I am the life in a wasteland Look at me I am the slavery through the ages Look at me I am the mirror of the world Look at me I am the illusion I've fought for Look at me I'm still loving you and I keep being here for you, for me, and for what's worth breathing
13 things about you I hate I hate how you stare I hate that you care, I hate how you smile… Looking at me all the while. I hate that you're bad I hate how you're sweet I hate how you look at me… Every time we meet, Ooh! I hate the way you stand! And the way you demand! I hate when you're sorry Even more when you worry, I hate the way you get me when no one else can I hate how I hate and how I can't understand. I hate that you think I hate stuff about you But don't actually hate you… I hate even more… How that's completely true. I hate how the things you do make me feel I hate how they're not in my head I hate that they're real. I hate so much how I feel about everything you do I hate that I… Might actually… Love you.
From the exact day your Daddy said we'd conceived You Exactly nine months, to the day, we retrieved you It is said You are so much like him It's a wonder that I was even there What is a "spitting image" do tell Because I wouldn't want it in my mouth to begin with I thought Sons were supposed to look like their Daddy's After all, they're born out of Love Or did I miss something, somewhere God Bless
My daughter, my Queen as Solomon said, you are above the crown on my head from rubble and stone gates for a throne Queen, daughter, Queen mysterious home of pride and lust forgive me intrust not what man will give but take what you must Power you wield no doubt in my vein the blood that is cold in warmth you will claim what is your position with faith as a seed man whose fruition is boasting to bleed my Queen my throne thorn in my head blessed of water ancient we shed blackened cough scares in the skin Queen have you paid too much for a sin remember the garden fruit of the sun you offered me there a kingdom undone naked your breast no temple of shame I took of your fruit gave you my name Queen prophetic knowing us so Why you embrace our invisible soul sure, God willed or something the same man of the dust woman the rain Queen of a temple so Godless, until Queen, oh my daughter your blossom would heal
like the raven who taps taps upon your chamber door do not fret my Virginia for it's my shadow moving across the floor this is what I'm telling you my darlin and nothing more beneath lattice I still call your name come to me virginia come hear the tap tap upon your chamber door for only you my love I surrender and never more wind howls in blanket snows here I stand so all alone broken hearted and misconstrued my Virginia who lies under stars and moon just a tap tap upon your chambers door tis I and nothing more tales of hidas truth blackbird sings harps cords just like the tap tap upon your chambers door my sweet Virgina whom I adore for there'll be love waiting and nothing more as I lay right next to you in this tomb I counted only seven who have even knew the times of this raven who tapped tapped upon your chambers door twas only I and will be never more Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe And His Young Bride Virginia Also To His Poem The Raven
If you only knew how i felt about you You wouldn't treat me like you do If you love me like you say Why do we get to arguing everyday I guess thats the way love goes No one ever really knows If you want me,take me It's the only way you'll get me maybe I have a lot of things on my mind But you seem to have me in a bind That doesn't mean you have me on lock That just means no one can block The love i have for you is power It just don't come and go in a hour You got some really good i guess you think you do But only if you knew
If there be some one thing more breautiful Than to lie with you in warmth and dark, I would fear that it might burn my soul away Before the purging purity of light Its perfection must diffuse. Your love is all the beauty I may stand. I carry what we make within this dark, Our human near-perfection, out into the light Each day; each moment as I stand Against the ravages of life I take away Those stains that fall diffuse Upon my careless soul, and mar the beautiful. It is the love of you that brings the light Into the confusion of my doubtings' dark Securing what fitful fate may bear away, That grants the strength to stand Opposed to all things foul, in alliance with the beautiful, Committed to a hope as noble as it is diffuse. There is a light that will not pierce the dark As we lie conjoined, our love diffuse About us as the night in little measures leaks away; It would but blind the eye, if seen, this sacred light Before which no ill thought may stand, This light that paints the unseen beautiful. All worthy things are also most diffuse As are the light, the dark, the beautiful. Their meanings advance, recede, then turn away From our poor apprehension's gropings dark, Even as our hope moves us to apply what light We may, to illumine that before which we stand. So in the end, my mind, struck dumb, turns away From the mystery, in consult to stand With the heart within the lovethick dark Where you lie near and shining without light Within that sphere of all good things diffuse About us, incomprehensible and beautiful. No; there can be to me no thing so beautiful As the light of you shining in unbroken dark: Your love is all the beauty I may stand.
shhh. I want to hear you. A noise in the air is true. Voices I hear in the blue say shhh. It's Me Sue... Do I hear you? Is that me singing through? How? Many voices inner the side Many lives onto past rides Many many gone bye and by and by I listened... Passion and compassion, Care and dare to hear it, When and where to pair it, Is a simple question. I did and dared to ask it. Pulled apart my life to live it. shhh. Quiet is the beat of elegant speak and beauty yet to be known. The smell is sweet the colors bright and a light is always shown. shhh. It's Me... and I hear your tOne. From a well of hertz, a love is grown.
This love This hate is something we cant create it makes us live it helps us die thats something that cant be denied it makes us heal it helps us feel it can even make men kneel even though we are not the same we can all be driven insane by this love this hate inside my head that makes the world wish it dead so put all things away rest your heads for this love this hate will fade away only when the world ends.
Will I Recognize… The Face Of Love? Or the Wonderful, Bedazzled Appearance of: A Moon-kist Meadow, Hushed and Dark A Solitary Silhouette, this Beauty Mark, Windswept Grasses, like a Babe's Soft Lashes Rippling across Earth, that's smooth as a Cheek. In the Hushed and Flowery Scented Air… Your Face of Love Materializes, Silvery, Full The Face of Love … is Unforgettable. From the Face of Love … Will I Withdraw? The Face of Love without Any Flaw; As a Canopy of Clouds with the Splendor of Sunbeams Piercing past the fluffy powder of Heaven, to Radiate Gleams A Classical Cameo-Sculpture, Perfect Profile Structure Yea… in the Bright Beacons, I see Your Smile In the Illumed, Clear Sky, 'Your Face' Can Love's Face be Touched … Attainable? The Face of Love … is Unforgettable. The Face of Love … I Have Visualized, Potent, Breathtaking, The Vision Rised; From a Sunlit Lake, Winking as Would Diamonds. Your Face of Love, Emerging from Far Beyond The Depths of the Lake, as My Heart Quaked, because of the Wavering Portrait's Peace because of Water-Color Caresses. That Face of Love, was so Tangible. The Face of Love … so Unforgettable The Face of Love … has Gazed Upon Dreams of Mine, the World's Not Known … Out of the Woodland's Emerald Mist With Drops of Dew, Love's Face Kissed The Framing Boughs; My Relaxed Brow. Floating… Breathing out the Mist of Morn Light That I may Sketch Your Face of Love, in Life. The Face … More Handsome, than Sons of the Womb, is Possible… The Face of Love … is Unforgettable (For A Medieval-Tongued Poet, I Found Here at The Soup... Ismael Nieves, this one's for you Kiddo Mistress MoonBee
Let our passion travel As the speed of light; Allow the snow to lick Our bodies and freeze Ecstasy. Devour this mystery Which time is unable to Debase, where dreams are As jeweled clocks. Your truth Lies within The freedom of My castle walls.
' A Metaphysical Moment ' A Metaphysical Moment Electrifying To The Touch Breathless, Thru The Clouds Can My Heart, Take So Much … Can My Eyes Endure All This Vision, I See Can Voice, Even Speak Over Roaring of This Sea … Can Ear Even Listen When I Am Flying So Free Soaring, So True With You and Metaphysical Moment and Me … A Metaphysical Moment Will I Ever Understand This Mystery of Our Universe The Mystery of Woman and Man … (And I End This with an Haiku for The Haiku Master 'Raul' Moreno and Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire' (smile)) Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku) Understanding A Metaphysical Moment … … Nature's Mysteries Metaphysical (definition) as an adjective: Metaphysical of early 17th Century Poetry Relating to the poetic style of John Donne, George Herbert and other early 17th Century Poets Who used consciously intellectual language And elaborate metaphors that compared things
I don't have filled spaces. Nonexisting time lies to me, making me feel as if I were not empty. Space remains painfully unoccupied in me. There is no prince no poetry or sigh that a sigh without cause is consequence of passion. There is no romance or excitement. Word or song. Meaning or ignorance. I don't have time, it's true, for I am filled with the strange intensity of freedom and youth. However, all the space of my soul I keep like a ballroom with no ball. . . . If someone shouted in me . . . it would echo. Patricia Evans
A great day ending in tragedy now you wait until you get the news I was scattered in different forms The car door was slammed into my side The doctor walks in to give you the news You fall to the floor Tears falling from your face Your makeup running down unto your clothes Making a stain where your heart used to be I took you back into the darkest place of my soul Something was different more darker than before Now you wait until the funeral of your lost love Your standing in the corner Your face is covered in darkness The blood runs from your eyes How it hurts in the worst way now that im gone Your realizing how much i meant to you Something you havent seen before Your blindness fades away as you start to see You fall to the floor fainting No one picks you up They drop my casket into my little hole Where i will stay all life long How your tears fall unto the ground Getting soaked up by the soil Drowning me in your tears Admire the past no more ways to see the future Now that your starting to love me more You wait until you see me in a dream Dying like the past As your moving on i fade away I am no longer alive You left me behind
As in times Love comes softly Whispering my name Sweet softness Of Beauty to behold Love melodies As Two hearts engage Never grows old Stays always Strong Wanting more Time to hold-on Making Moments Long Love lives Forever grasping hold treasures unfold Times truth... Prevails Enchantment... set sails Love encounters Entwines never fails Two hearts… Two souls... binds Man & Woman True Love endures Love Whispers words "I Love You" Love emotions Desirable and true Love engages passion Love is never alone Love always together Never strays as Love calls out Calling each other home Love tender words Two hearts.. heard Conversing... moments Twilights glisten... Love never hides Sharing.. caring.. always listens Love Never Subsides… both-hearts claiming between each-other... deeep inside Whispers… knowing Raising beyond.. growing
This doesn't belong to me here you can have it back i held it now for almost seven years its getting heavy you can take it anytime i don't want to hold this anymore why cant you take it it doesn't fit and it doesn't belong it tears me apart the struggle goes on go ahead and cry i can hold onto that to just drop it in and go right through i'm just a stop a shoulder to need and you can go on lifting away free i'm slowly falling i'm tipping from side to side i'm not quite stable but i'm only here for the ride i'm not going to take charge i'm not going to sit and stare out my window of regret my window is clear clear as glass and gets bigger with everyday we pass its making me sad tears run down my eyes i cant let it go that's no surprise i tell you what i tell you and hear what i hear but what about everything inside everything i fear well wait i got that to right beside the picture of me and you i know this is crazy and i know i am to but what about my secrecy i have to follow through
He walks into the room; a sly smile plays on his face. His brown eyes show his desire, no other emotion on his face. He comes to me, we are inches apart. My breathing getting heavy, pounding is my heart. He whispers softly in my ear, "Relax....trust me....have no fear." His fingers gently brush my cheek. His warmth breath on my neck making my legs weak. Just when I can take no more, He whispers again, "Your body is mine to explore."
Have you ever been so lost that you feel that you will never find your way out, That the whole world has moved on and left you behind. You want someone to come find you make things ok again but as you look as far as you can see there is never anyone there. You yell for help but again no one is there to hear you. You can run but there is no end no way out. You just stop and sit there waiting hoping to be found to be some were you belong be loved and cared for, The air keeps getting colder and the loneliness darkens you. You start asking God why? But he never answers, You think is he even there is he real? guess not you know that people in the world have it worse then you but that don't mean you pain don't count, It hurts the life you once knew and loved not a perfect one but it was yours now is gone, Will you ever find your way back, belong some were? As the night comes you lay there and cry yourself to sleep trying to get all the answers your heart needs but like you the answers are lost. As you sleep you dream of the life you wanted a happy one but then as you start to smile something reminds you of what is now gone, And you are lost all over again. Maybe Someday I will be found and the world will be right again.
Color me pretty The way that you see me but not The way I see myself Wash me pure The way you look at me With eyes of unconditional love You overlook my indiscretions Judgment you never pass Acceptance is all you offer You make me a better me Dream me in black and white Like old time photographs Faded Torn edges Jagged with time To preserve the image that you hold of me Paint me in red The sweet blood that I left behind Etching my name in the grain of eternity So as to never be forgotten Burn me into ashes Let me dance on the winds of tomorrow To feel the freedom The release from my personal hell As I soar across the sky of time
A Magician never divulges his secrets So how he managed to break my heart while already broken I'll never know It was not viable, Then again, any trick can be duplicated, if remembered correctly Rewind, replay, on my mind Was it a slight of the hand? The flick of the wrist Or the abandonment of all disregard To society, to pride, and to us In those caramel eyes That hypnotized me Into believing his illusions of love Which left me awestruck Doves and Roses Hidden underneath sophisticated overcoats "Baby, I'll never do it again" Pulling promises out of thin air Magic, I suppose Complicated locks and bolts Flashy Velvet, sequins, and gold plated cages Lead me to believe in mystery Of Romance To have faith in in miracles, Even reformation, perhaps Oh, but Baby you made a fool of me Devoid of all machinery, intricate backstage knots It was a simple trickery Disloyalty, behind a locked door That broke my heart
I do cry for you at night, baby, and I am frightened of this love, for the love you make is to my mind; i want to satisfy every fantasy; make it reality. So much I see in you... Brilliance. Kindness. Sensuality. Creativity. I run for fear of being burned again, and I cannot allow that...ever. I'm enchanted, trapped in a spell of delusions because I am unable to touch you... taste you... feel your warmth upon my neck... feel your mouth on my dark, erect nipples. Do you know how much you turn me on...? How much I want our tongues to explore....? Everywhere. So deep, go deeper into me, and promise me forever.
I see you in my heart. You pass by like a shadow. I never fully see your face and your smile haunts me. I want to meet you so bad but you never stop. Always in motion and fleeting just enough to catch my attention during the moments when I am alone. Occasionally, you pause long enough for me to survey you and it makes we yearn for you. Sometimes, you let me catch you and hold you in embrace. Our passion is so powerful it consumes us. We are perfect. Then, when you want to go, you do, and there is nothing I can do to hold you. I wish you would appear and meet me. I think I wouldn't feel so alone if you were in my life, cheering me up with just your presence. I would treat you with love's proper attention and a hope that would propell us to go even higher, into the infinite, where love is opened to it's fullest expanse. I desire you so much. I just wish I could catch you. Who are you? Why do you haunt me? I have sought you in every woman I've ever met. Yet, none has ever been you. I want to stand close to you and feel our tenderness shared. When we touch, the power of love flows through us. It makes me hungry for you. I've come to realize who you represent. I just don't know where to find you.
Yesterday... Still a wonder I must say... For tis be past Awaiting... Memo.. As I and my daughter shopping we went into a store Passed by dresses.. More beautiful then I have ever seen before I then saw the dress.. twas and still within my dream Dream of many dreams Yet.. tis seems so real... As at time it was revealed unto me This dress was meant for me As I think about it now Still I must laughed For even then thinking no way For tis far too beautiful For me.. to ever beable to display And my Dreams must've just been a dream But then was revealed to me again At that time.. For me to buy.. For twas.. the right size I still didn't want to listen I said no.. I am sure.. Tis not for me All tis really is just a dream I told my daughter what was revealed She said Oh mom.. Forget about him Don't you know that man He is not for real Let him go As I memo.. Her stating he is just a dream But if you do..like the dress I shall buy it for you But you try it on first For I am sure.. It wouldn't fit Or might be too skimpy I said.. no.. no way I never own a dress of such Tis ok.. but I do Love this man My daughter said.. Mom you are in Love with Imagination.. of Love You and him are not real You actually think He is for real??.. Love & wants you? Mom.. don't you know Men now a days Plays.. many games He is truly just a dream Forget about him I know you met him on line But like said.. Games he playing All tis time.. Then again tis revealed to me Buy the dress.. I went back and tried the dress on I said.. Wow.. tis sparkles.. just like in my dream The back is out.. and oh my tis got a slit up the side.. Smile.. yes just like my dream and Yes did fit.. perfectly I then told my daughter I tried dress on.. she said I never seen you I said.. no tis only for my Love She said.. Mom... He is Not Real!!! Stop with the dream I bought the dress Smile.. Dreams do come true God has His Reasons For that certain dress to be right there At that time Exactly the one in my Dream Dream of many Dreams As I memo.. tis time I did try to forget him Tried to get him out of my mind Out of my heart.. All this time Yet he is there still... Smile tis be... Dress still hangs in my closet Tis Never worn for tis time... Awaitiing But yet... I guess I... still am so blind But perhaps Then again am I??? God has Reasons-Time-Place-Purpose for all things
Moon In Auburn As the stars were heaped upon a mantles Shangri-La The miniature toy town beneath its cape Quiet hung in yellow golden windows lit So silent in the dales and woods blanket The dog fox cry echoed from the moon Crisp and cloudless chill less coldness With the twin of the moon fluxed silver blue In the tiny handmaidens mirror of reflection Natures dark slept beneath the shadows of her hand And she crept in dreams Within the tip toe of cats Rendered the night through amber eyes Glistening on the turns of lovers kisses For all the endless that she misses Arched above an eternal sky She is drawn to the moss of rocks And clings in branches hung with lichen To the feathered damp of leaves Which catch her spark Just a whisper footfalls breezes shifter In the country lanes of ancient mazes By stone wall and rabbits foot Close upon the dandelions head With all the disguised colours leaping on unseen acoustics Were hidden amongst rivulet beds Catching the silver blue The dog fox cry echoed from the moon And swung out the flax upon the stars Fingers traced their destiny within those pinpoint suns A pattern constellation traits of has; she was born The atonement of steady reckoning he had Cut in trough on the ploughed earth Where all the seeds of tomorrow had been scattered With all their promises of a seasons ripening Old songs sung of proud man "John Barleycorn" And the distillation of his bone and marrow And while the stars piled high on their Shangri-La Recounted the lost tales of lovers in forgotten times All the memories fell in auburn locks And swept upon the Luna light shores The twin she fluxed in silver blue And the dog fox cry echoed from the moon
I know it matters little, At this time, I am sure, But I've always felt, I owed you, A reason why, We did not endure... As I approach, The final destination, I've unfinished chores, I must amend, And I guess It's up to each Of us to tend... It may sound insane, In fact, I think it is... I was feeling too much in love, Something had to give... All I'm sure of, Is this, I do swear... It was never a question... Of if I did care... All I'm sure of, that is, Whoever followed me, The luck was his... I felt I was losing control, Felt jealous and insecure, Withdrew into a defensive caccoon, But there's even more... I knew I blew my chance With the most beautiful girl I ever had, One who shared my love, And to this day I'm sad... I did what I'm good at, I ran away and hid, My life was forever changed, The dumbest thing I ever did... I know it sounds insane, And I'm sure that this is true, But one thing I can swear, I never ever, Stopped loving you.
In the deepest, darkest, dankest depths, the creatures plan and hedge their bets, they ponder just how bad we'll get, and smoke their foreign cigarettes. Concentrating on the Middle East, they've hatched and raised a hateful beast, and guaranteed they'll be no peace, so war and suffering will not cease. In Africa their foothold's firm, so many die from spreading germs, they love to watch the infants squirm, their bloated flesh the food for worms. Their goal is to destroy mankind, plant seeds of hatred in our minds, their pact with Satan's sealed and signed, in blood upon the dotted line. The rain forest is their target, too, cage all the creatures in a zoo, cut down the trees and plant no new, and watch the greenhouse gasses spew. Make sure the seas are full of trash, and oil spills as hulls are gashed, they want to see our hopes be dashed, the dice are thrown, the die is cast. They sit and chew on monkey bones, and laugh as storms destroy our homes, in league with trolls and hunchbacked gnomes, they breed in secret catacombs. The darkness glides on silent wings, and is repelled by just one thing: the song of prayer our hearts sing, with love we can defeat this thing.
Each day begins as an act of faith. We cross our thresholds and expect That no cruel twist of fate Will stay us from returning. But the twists await us in their careless abundance, And well we know, in our hearts, that one day There'll be no more coming home again. For many it goes this way with love. Love parts, returns, then parts again Through all the shifts and flux of living, Oftentimes traveling a little farther out, Returning a little later With every passing day, until one day, almost unnoticed It comes not home at all.
As dusk turns to twilight and the fog swirls through the trees They walk hand in hand, soul in soul, Deeper into the forest. The deeper they go, the thicker the fog. They reach the centre of the forest And come to a clearing. The moonlight filters through the fog Casting a beautiful, yet eerie glow over them. She turns to him And passes him an athame from the folds of her gown, The silver blade glinting in the moonlight. She holds her arm out to him, The moonlight and fog accentuating her pale milky skin. He cuts her arm just below the elbow And feeds on her sweet blood. Her body arches in ecstasy As she feels his teeth biting into her arm To draw the blood into his mouth better. When he has had his fill he pulls his sleeve Up above the elbow for her to have her turn. When they are done, with blood trickling down their chins, They share bloody kisses.
The beach this morn was wonderful The waves came thrashing down They were wild and white and foaming And their voices thundered round A lonely figure walked the sand Her head bent down and sad And if you were up closer You could see the tears where out The sky was dark and cloudy The rain was falling light The wind was napping somewhere And the water felt like ice I watched that figure walking With a black dog by her side A memory in me stirred somewhere Of times that where not right She pulled her jacket closer As if to shut it out The thoughts that did invade her Or memories that did shout And all the times the waves came in They didn't ever change They licked her feet and washed them And then went out again. As I sat there and I watched her That figure all alone I wondered if she registered The lack of sun that shone The day seemed very fitting For one so sad as she The misty rain, the dampened air The water round her feet. I wondered as I watched her From whence her thoughts did come Had someone precious died here Or had a love undone She didn't even see me Her thoughts so far away I think if there where people here She maybe wouldn't stay There was nothing I could do here Her thoughts where all her own I felt she needed solitude And time to mull the groan I stood there, and I left then A lonely figure, I I pulled my jacket round me My black dog by my side.
Trapped, in the blue perfume bottle over the sink, is the first time I met you. It sits there in scent with nothing to prove. No longer made, these moments. You could maybe import them from France, or Germany, but you'd be taking a chance at a replica. First encounters are too precious not to be bottled, don't you think? For in that moment, the air grows heavy It clings to freshly washed hair and wrists of pheromones It solidifies, compacts the pressure 'till eyes meet and looks of guarded wonder are exchanged. Compliments trade air and remain to be plucked and garnished behind ears of victors. The first time I met you, we sat inches apart and yet I felt your very touch Electric scent to be bottled right then and there. But what if you don't know it when you feel, sense, see it? Will you lose it? Perhaps. But I've always been on the look out for a new memory. Your's was just waiting to be bottled, blue and glass Less a replica then any other I've encountered never to turn sour at the wrists or wane but forever yet, encapsulated, bottled to remain.
I crossed the path, To meet your gaze. Such a ferocious gaze. It bore anger down upon your prey. Curious horror came across my face. I pulled you aside and, Far, far away. To find out why You were after that prey. I wanted to cry, For the pain that showed in your eyes. I grasped you close, Oh so close to my breast. To shush the beast inside. The beast raged and roared, To stay high above your best. I hoped to clam him, At least just a little. To my surprise, The beast I did sooth. Back came you. Your soul came flying free. To finish taming thy beast. Away went the beast, Away went the ferocious gaze, Away went the look of curious horror from my face. Came falling down, the invisible tears of yours. And mine did follow, as visible as day, Because of the pain I sought, In Your Ferocious Gaze.
The odor of warmth and affection, The feeling of love and protection, An isolated heaven of love; I lay in his arms like an angel, Like a white dove, At the moment, I am living an endless time Of eternal happiness, Life seems to be everlasting… Life now, is a colored painting Of smiles and joy, Words slithered between his lips, Like tiny insects sliding on the petals Of a bright-colored flower, I contemplated his beauty as I heard his tender voice whisper, "Thy beauty is like the azure sky." Perfection is what I am seeing, His words kept on repeating In my head; In his arms I lived another life… A nirvana created by his glaring eyes, "Thy beauty is a mosaic picture on the walls of heaven," His words swayed like the dancing waves… I lay there inertly, With a river of feelings penetrating My soul like an addictive kiss of his, I smiled… -------------------------------- My feelings suddenly shifted, I felt tiny droplets of water condense On my cheeks, Were they tears? My anguish was immense… Sadness and grief formed A body of confusion that mystified The fantasizing feelings I had felt, Here I was, In your arms; My ally, the person I shared my life with… You held me tightly trying to ease The pain I was feeling, The pain created by you… The tears in my eyes created a reflection of My sufferings, The sufferings that tend to draw a continuous Picture of your betraying eyes… I cried and cried as I felt your arms Hold me tighter, I felt no comfort at all… I closed my eyes trying to place myself In "his" arms again, The arms of the stranger That allayed my soul like tender music, Like a harmony created by the soft, Emerald leaves that danced with the wind… I smiled again…
There is an enemy, who keeps herself hidden to some. There is an enemy, who with his mighty lies torments others. But it is only one enemy. And this enemy destroys the blood of brotherhood by convincing all that God is one. By convincing all that God is one and that she is many, this enemy convinces all that we are outnumbered. But God was many from the very beginning. And so we are many, the forces of light. It is the enemy who is outnumbered. For we are a kingdom which cannot be divided for we are of the same substance. For in the beginning was the Word, and the word was the light of humanity. The Word is the light of humanity. And the Word is many. Amen.
Picasso thighs and black eyes Wrap me in swirling pigments of hair and flesh As I spin deliriously in watery love Drenched in euphoria that won't dry I stay warm in oceans of kiss Skidding on a sound that has no edge I roll on silken hills that squeeze And gently tender the vacant patch that was me Taking all that I am through fitful stands of time I am a pebble clutching at the Moon Dust blown about like falling thoughts Looking for a place to rest I crawl toward memory so that I can see But it disappears in her breath I've slid past time And surrended all In a place called My Lover
Fog creeps over me like an over grown vine. With a suffocating strength. I am lost wondering aimlessly in my minds imagination. Shapes of ghostly memories sweep past with startling clarity. Then in the distance a feint light beacons to my eyes. Closer and closer, it draws all concentration until its too late. There you are burning brightly through the murky darkness. The tears come unbidden but within the blink of my damp eyes you have past behind me once again.
(Inspired by the genius of Ms. Norey Bailey. Please check her out ) Soulful sista Strolling in her full spirited stride Just couldn't hide From my heart's searching eye's that I swore I wouldn't allow to be blinded by this mindless modern day luv no more Until that particular half second I wanted to run-------grab her by the hands!!!!!! AND...... take her down to see the Reverend I didn't have any spare time that was to be wasted Wanted to recycle my trashy reputatation Strip Down My image Un-til- it was raw So that..... It could be steamed and not fried BLESSED Not viciously devoured Hope that I'm a genourous helping That'll nurture your body and soul and in no way be unhealthy One who'd always fill you up, never leave you empty Be your top and bottom money maker and not once will you ever have to pimp me Easy to open Hard to tear apart I play a game thats not a game & i trump any Player's card I'm what the mighty-dollar can't buy And I'm the same thing that stores just don't sale
On this blanket, underneath the stars, sweet kisses of moon drops fall from afar. Words of comfort, whispered in my ear, so secret, only I can hear. Each gentle caress, my passion on fire, brings new feeling inside, uncontrollable desire. Into my dreams, you creep each night, cuddled in romance, that feels so right. When morning comes, you slip away, out from the covers, into the day. When the stars come out, again tonight, you will find me waiting; just follow the moonlight.
As lights turned down low.. Dimmed within the room Music flows Gentle man In his blue Tuxedo He looks and sees.. Across the room Then he approaches Comes towards her Bends forward As he bows As she gracefully sits In her evening gown Soft beautiful light silver in-color Laced with sparkling lights within her dress She gazes up at him Then she smiles As he reaches for her hand He gazes upon her beauty once again Both intertwine their hands engage As Music softly plays He gently helps her To Graceful stand Intertwining each other's hands As she looks into his eyes He looks into hers Gazing within love Smiling ever so sweet Moments reach.. By moments As they slowly make their way Across unto the center of the Ballroom Then his arm Gently wraps around her waist And hers smoothly around his They go out on the dance floor Gently turning toward.. As they gazes within eyes Desiring.. Each other through within maze For all couples dance.. As the music plays As then I see.. As he lowers his head Gently together they embrace Such Love within their eyes Glowing upon their face God has Blessed this Love Romance between Two As I sit in watch Alone-- As within this World For I am Awaiting
You carry to my lips The taste of honey and lemon, My mystical love. I feel you within me like a cresting wave, Like the sun spilling gold on a lake, Like a field full of birds Rising as one into the sky. You inhabit every part of me. With a soft fire I burn, You carefully attendant on the flame, Eyes soothing like a late spring breeze, Skin white and soft as a lotus flower, The fire burning brightly just below the tender petals. The soft sigh of your breath Stirs all the joy I can carry up from the depths of me, And in those cliffhanging moments When all movement resolves to rapture, We trembling at the peak, then starting to descend - The sound of your sighing Makes the stars burn all the brighter for me. Through you I see this life Dressed in all the beauty it can bear. Small wonder then, this adoration of mine, For you, my mystic love.
I can see right through you, don't you know? ha!! You don't know me, but I know you, isn't that funny? Can't you see what you put me through? I am very amused by this you see, don't ask why I have no answer to reply. But in the end it will all turn out fine. Because I can read your mind. awhh and I sieh, You don't remember why. But here I am waiting for you to remember when and why.
I was good to you. But you just insisted on leaving me.The moon was full and shining bright. And I needed my midnight fantasy. I couldn't believe my eyes though. How you could go with one friend to another friend. Although my fantasy was in play I didn't want it to end. You would yell at me and beat me to my shame. But still we lit the candles and had dinner with champaign. Why couldn't I have that respect for myself. And know the dawn to dusk abuse was not ok. It was only because my midnight fantasy would leave me feeling fantasized so in my mind he would lay. You put one arm around my waist and the other on my neck. I felt sorry for myself you nearly strangled me to death. Oh but midnight fantasy I have one question to ask. When will this nightmare in the evening end. Because this love has just stabbed me in the back. You were my midnight fantasy but I hate you and love me. Signed, a destroyed mistress called death by evening
I remember way back when I was real young, my brother and I used to have adventures and we wouldn't even leave the house. Games full of hide and seek and afternoon cartoons. We were two peas in a pod like twins at least that's how we bonded. All the neighborhood kids loved us, were addicted to our energy. It wasn't until we grew up a little that I started to notice the difference between us. I was light as day, he was dark as night. Same father same mother just out mind sets were different. I got treated like a white girl even though I was full of soul. I begged for his darkness because I was naive. To him it didn't matter. He belonged to our family no matter the difference in color. I would stand by him just so people would see that I was black. Even though I knew every song, I knew how to dress, and shake just like a video girl some of the ignorant still just couldn't except that I was one of them. I got teased and beat because I had brown colored hair that fell down my back like long silk. My skin so light eye shadow wouldn't show when I put it on. I would stare in the mirror and wish for a darker complexion. But this was me, I lived a few blocks from the projects, a beautiful neighborhood with lots of houses we were upper class but still knew the struggle. A few gun shots here and there but my block was like the suburbs compared to them mean streets that I had never crossed. But I went to school right in the project area, you turned a corner and you were right in the middle of it. I've seen many fights, weed smelling bathrooms, girls bringing knives to school, alcohol in the cafeteria milk. I experienced it all right with them. I even had an temper that got my butt kicked sometimes. But it was always the same comment you can't be black, maybe Hispanic but not black. I would always wonder why, just because I was light to me this made no sense in the world. But I've grown up now and it doesn't bother me anymore because I love my curves and I know that there are different shades of black in the world. Especially since now a dayslight skinned girls are the new trend.
The drums , the drums You hear the drums you more than feel their beat. they taunt you with the past somehow you know it in your feet. you see yourself around the fire dancing 'neath the moon who you were and who you are and who you will be soon. The smoke,the mist the burning flame how does the rhythm know your name? you must go back from whence you came back to that dark lagoon . Back to the flicker in the light the instant that must be set right she's waiting there for you tonight beside the dark lagoon. to resurrect a love gone by the year too soon for you to fly , the spirits gave you one more try to find the Lost Lagoon. You travel time to find the place where you can see your lover's face your memory has found the trace, back to the Lost Lagoon
The music sound so sweet that you whispering to me speaking in tongues translate it for me i cant go to sleep because of the sweet melody sooth my pain whisper another song for me
Im not one to die for but to die 10,000 times You don't know me I don't know myself Maybe one day we will Will know Theres nothing to know Theres more to me than myself Theres more to you than you Behind this façade We are
How will I know what your doing? I cannot see you from behind, I don't have a secret power where I can see through walls and I can't read your mind. But what I know is that I trust you with my mind, my body and my soul and even though one can never really know but my heart is telling me to trust you. To not jump to conclusions, to not get jealous when you flirt cause I do so why not you just as long as your the one I come home too were cool. I close my eyes, my friends say you have me blind but I know what I feel and I can't conceal that this is real. This is us and I have to trust that when you look in my eyes that sparkle is only for me. I may be a fool, a naive little girl to think that i'm your princess and you'll forever be my prince. But I've always believed in fantasy so why not us I trust that we can make it? Hold my hand and never release that bond and ill never question your faith in us. Your always on my mind, it's like the song says " we belong together" and I hope you feel the same way I do. To truly love somebody is to trust them with your money, friendship and heart. A flame so hot the candle wax with melt before I stop loving you... I trust we will be just fine.
Acciaccatura And filled with stars and the land A pale gentle hand turned the hourglass Of my soul Stalking the alabaster moon I rejoined once more Those who follow the dream Cutting through crests Time the scythe of a barque Treads a song of brothers to sisters of paradise The prow our ship a searching Arch-ed carrying the whispered will Of wishings an ambition to our hearts Pursuing the alchemy of the moon Leaping from the shoals A single white rose this beacon to follow The mariners we of her phantasmal Blown by the hunger in blood and breath Drifting in the calm thunder tethered to a single kiss Full of stars and the land A pale gentle hand turns the hourglass Of my soul The ghost in our throats calling Seducing answers to the lamplet Painted faces of splendour in her horizons distant She softly sings us closer Passage through the veils Drawing on this our meandering ark An endless ribbon of red flows behind The vein of each passing quest As this ship awash the glinting semblance of her face I have chosen like my brothers, my sisters; to be the seafarer To search her shadow Pursue the alabaster moon Her pale gentle hand Filled with stars and the land Turns the hourglass of my soul Isis the light and by Dianna named Magdalena's rose of mystery proclaimed The witchcraft of the feminine Thus the sail-ed cutter of waves and dreams Embarked Billowed on clouds The diamond sea we gather Compass point to reflection The full moon risen alabaster Her pale gentle hand Filled with stars and the land Turned the hourglass of my soul (Acciaccatura; An ornament note that is one half step or one whole step below a principal note and is sounded at the same time as the principal note, adding dissonance to a harmony. a note in a music deliberately played out of key )
Inside, the heart holds love and pain Where memories of broken promises lay Inside, the heart can feel like it's time has run Where endless emotions have their fun Inside, love can destroy that ray of hope Where it feels the heart is dangling from a rope Inside, we search to answer that question why As the heart releases those tears we cry Inside, somedays the sun can be unkind Where it's unbearable and tormenting the mind inside, the heart can feel like a darkened cloud When you push onward in a walking crowd Inside, loves quest seems to never end But lonliness is always lurking around the bend Sometimes I wonder why we use our heart as a guide As we go on with that painful broken heart, Inside
As music plays I imagine Within my mind As My Heart displays Love of Truth Awaiting forever within time When shall tis be Moments of Sweet Melodies Then I see... Him standing there Off in the distance Dressed in his Blues He tis Handsome as ever His Suit and shining shoes Then he turns... For I see... Within his eyes His heart so yearns.. Tender-Love notes of Music Flys... As so does mine Forever within My heart for him Light still burns As he approaches Streaching out his hand Grasping hold of mine pulling my hand unto his lips Sweetness of desires As his tender-loving kiss Then He Whispers softley sweetness unto my ears As my heart tis beating fast Awaiting his words I have been Longing to hear As I...
Releasing the rigid anchor line Leaving the safety of land in our wake Warm July zephyrs filling the sails Resting even hands upon the tiller As the bow broken waves drift slowly aft Herring Gulls night songs hang as we pass Violet clouds drifting in pinkish bronze dusk Outlining the schooner adrift on the horizon Dancing rhythm of the Highland Lighthouse Gifts a moment of wine warmed lips fervor Alone with the lights from distant headlands Their essence illume the crests softly breaking Gently swaying the craft in warm foamy brine Faint guitar moments with my voice uninhibited Evoking past memories of love on the Atlantic Aspiration caught whole in the sail as we lay A fearless embrace in the ethereal darkness Of midnight on Massachusetts Bay sails…
Walking down the block with a dime in her hand Still in her stomach is a seed from another man Her mans not home but he's got a rock in his hand She's going crazy cuz she knows that she did him wrong In her mind all she hears is that same old song The one they used to listen to The one that describes it all Three days pass by and theres still no call Not even a letter i know God can make it better..... And now it makes sense!..... He loved,loved in past tense.
Can it truly be said that a man is mere logic when I see your emotion as if it hung in the air? Can it truly be said that a woman's mere feelings when my brain is like clockwork in logic to bare? Leaning tos, that is another discussion for I will admit that I lean toward the tears and maybe you too would admit just for reference that you have the mechanics of a man of your years But don't you think too, that a blending occurs right at the moment two soul mates connect and each leans in toward the other's attraction they otherwise fell, in their days, to neglect? Perhaps that is why your eyes well up quite rightly when you see that my heart has been scorched by design And maybe that's why I hold common sense tightly and wrap it in gauze to be precious in kind We are just truly conjoined puzzle pieces with traits to be honored as sweet compliments Whether it's logic or sheer, raw emotion we balance each other in complete confidence.
Given time I just need to stand let me see my parents smile trades what I couldn't do without prayer of hope that I wouldn't leave them because some days I blur them out I complain that life was hard But to see death come to them is even harder let it bring the truth I no inside my eyes there lye's the proof its me, they are who the should be my realization is weak my imagination is fiction but bring into life is what I fake and make is what is existing trying to take control of the feeling but to lose all that with the past times makes the situation rewinds on my mine forgive me god now I am trying I don't wan ta to leave u daddy But I think I can make it on my own I don't wan ta see you weak momma I only wan ta image of you as being strong Yes I know the rain don't only wash away The sun is not what brighten the day and its good to place these things together but my emotions is lost though all weather bring me though don't let me blame just give me the strength to gain let me be who I'm supposed to be don't let me fall into the dictation of hurt god bring me close to my identity
"...you have one duck... I saw it." "no crickets, but yes, the sound" ~I have some fish, swimming around... Who are you? And where do you be? As I walk this forest, how do you, see me? A cricket's sound, some fish around, But you and you lost to my sea. Why, do you two follow me? An open door, extended before, A hand, a smile, I waited awhile, with hopes and maybe some fantasy. I hoped you woulda, woulda hit on me. But in retro, I did so see... My time of past, dyes deep and fast, a flow, a hum, my life was numb. In a time of change, I rearranged, the elements of my being. I changed, to my Me Becoming. And I stopped in my tracks, while in my running. Hanging there was Venus dear, A photo I gave you, from above. The Sun ablaze, the Moon amazed, while I heard your Heart. My love... But questioned I when you raised an I, and you didn't reply to my song? I sang again! And I glared at you then, but you turned, as though I were wrong? A butterfly, a kiss by your eye... and yet, I still wonder why your park is gone. And the Indian Sang, but you heard no song? ~Know. The journey is Long...
Even now, the butterflies in stomach churn- Forbidden fruits which love has failed for sure Than something more than rarity can burn; Remnants from ones gaze and wanting more. AS tremble stricken flutters jolt the spine; This love becomes my lifelong wish to feel Elusive dreams to think that you're all mine To constantly assume that this is real. There's a purity the way your essence moves My soul! With intrigue brings the beacon near, And searching undulating labours smoothe Sees patience as the virtue you must fear. Those eyes of yours preceive to paradise, Where memories of meeting you are found In nightmares to emerge where they suffice To disappear like rain inside the ground. And here to offer much with this request - Like something that my heart can do without The mirage making way performance test Is one I'm still involved with working out.
To hang beneath such skies as these, Sheet blue glass, marbled with white, Clouds threading wisps on a day to seize This glory before the fall of night. I stared aloft with blood infused With springtime's amphetamine jolts, With dandelion seeds and daffodil juice And the sparks from lightening bolts. And in this cool, stately reverie As greenfly crawled upon the rose, The world it shrank microscopically To elements of poetry and prose. A poem of love, the soft whispering words Dripped from the murmur of my lips And drowned the sound of bees and birds, Becalmed the sails of the sailing ships. To listen as a vacuum ruled the earth, To the rhyme wrought in this magic hour, A poem of love, a colossus of worth Bestrode the day with its' power…
Magnets that attract beyond control A heart that stole No reason, no answer, no explanation No translation Feelings that are just there I don't know why I care The love is just there Must be something true I'm just naturally close to you firstname.lastname@example.com
Was it at the close of wakeful light Rough cutting field and town, The dark blade-cleaving deep, Eyebrow sharp and scything down, The landscape hacked to sleep. And if it were my dreamless sight Of haloed streetlamp flicker, Murdered shadows spring To lope and slither quicker As the chimes of midnight ring. What if the eyes cannot adjust And discern the rise of day, Screening past the chilly tomb That so engulfs and hides away In a heart of darkest gloom. What if I no longer trust Evaporate of hearthside yore, And apparitions die as must, Would I freeze forever more Beneath the sheet of nightfall's dust.
College none, Highs school drop out indeed. English I am still learning. Tutored not in the writing. Asked, "How?" Given life from Above, Heart to live & breathe, Seeking beyond me. Author He is, Entrusted me with the pen, With Lovely Words of Faith, "Now do something with all of these."
The dry sand blends with her flesh as I sink into that coffee cream fresh valley that peeks beyond the safe beats of a bellybutton tapping against the winds of me Rain runs against the porcelain bottom as she releases hidden sounds from her aching soul that resist me through distance but shall fail to the desire of our entwined chance in time
Your love shown like an antique bloodstain on the dress of our decay. You pushed your hand through the over grown garden to crush the final living rose. Blood seeped from your pores. We held hands on our last night on earth. We dance on the graves of loved ones lost. And we kissed under the trees and under the sky. We sold our souls to the vampire in our dreams. We sung about broken hearts and lost souls as we cried. We were never meant to be. You can take these tears. Watch the blood drenched TV screen flicker with anticipation. Dancing in our sorrow. And singing in unrivaled beauty.
'Love is patient' 'Love is kind' The thought of love Can turn you blind. But... Now we must Take some steps To verify those Deep regrets. The first problem you see Was that. . . He lied about You being fat That in turn Led ya to Beleiving that He 'accepted' you. Mirrors were made For a darn good reason And thinking you are nothing special Is high, high treason... But no! He's perfect And no! He's kind Seriouslly sister You've lost your mind. The recipe to love Is that You have to love your self. It's not about your facial features Or the size of ya belt. The man should be a rock to lean on And not! A heartless swine. So please next time. Do pick him wisely Make sure he has a spine!
The fog reminded him the winter's edge how faster can the nightly riding be? he felt the overthrow and painful sledge, - the asphalt hit the rider departee. The roar was heard amid the falling snow the bike capsized - and hard he fell to slug, across the never reached horizons' glow, received her bridal kiss and asphalt's tug. He danced with her beneath the nimbus cloud - enjoining the magnificence of waltz; bestowed, denoted valor, fore avowed, ambrosial her remembrance was, and false. Beforetime she became his fate in mists, perceived their airy dance, surpassed treetops lithe daughter of woods' emptiness, not kissed on fares unvisited, where searching stops. Inside the nimbus celebrating Halls Collegiate was the feast's inviting dance, trajectory redemptive, death-ride tolls, - was thoughtful and cognizable her glance. So standing tall 'mid honors and dusk shades, recalled the margins that he raced upon, three hundred for Persephone of Hades to be his wed on skyline's denouement. The bullocky V-engine echoes thence and crowns the basalt rocks atop the brae when riders pass and fog is hazy-dense upon his street-bike-fighter see him sway. © 09-04-2013, George Venetopoulos (Iambic pentameter)
You almost had me, I wanted you, The way you stuck to me like super glue, I was feeling you, But I knew, I could never have you, But, the way you looked at me, The way my body pleads, We can never be, Because I'm too old, And your only thirteen.
In great respect of the band I grew up listening to as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors ` Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing The red album, The blue album , The White album Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on Ringo's face , something hard to understand underneath~ I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago , the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died I was in Arkansas saddened with the world . Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " No .. this was not my hero in music and song . he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~ The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together his world of secrets He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~ Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free The very sad long and winding Road ~ Let us Bury our real Paul. No more " Mystery tour " No more fear Let him be in peace ~ Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "
The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear. There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear. Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ? What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life. I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the power of water itself . As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing . It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at . By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come. The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost . The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South. As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this . In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss. There is something coming .. is it something I have always known or wanted ? What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body. As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night. It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth, By; Shanity Rain
The heaven's lanterns she commands, The harmony of ocean's harp. Her moonlit shadow firmly stands, And merges at the hem of scarp. As I approach, afraid to speak, Her illustration disappears. Alone I brave the mountain peak, Her cosmic voice still in my ears. Express'd within the spectral mist, Her tender kiss, conveyed so soft. And on her words, I do subsist; A multitude of miles aloft. I then behold the sight surreal, And ponder secretly my choice: "Shall I take flight? (My fate I'll seal), Or will I die a silent voice?" My reasoning was then postponed. Her beck'ning gaze that I adhere, Came back to seize my love, dethroned. Her sympathy was so austere. I saw the sky, in half was split. Beheld the universe immense. Her fragrance rendered counterfeit In face of harsh liquid incense. I spied the Owl in the monsoon, And glimpsed the Lark with grace outdone. The former dancing with the moon, The latter weeping for the sun. And in her treason, I confide, In holding on to but her arm. The temptress of the cliff, my bride, Will keep me far away from harm. And so we danced on sky-high rocks, The temptress of the cliff and I. Disregarding all the clocks That once beguiled us from the sky. And on this cliffside masterpiece, I felt my life was then complete. With all my joy and inner peace, I plunged a hundred-thousand feet. She stood there singing to the draft, High up that rocky balcony. With her success, she cruelly laughed At my stalemate epiphany. Temptation preys on ill of wit. So brook your life's pathetic tiff. Above all things, do not submit To her, the temptress of the cliff.
In love with it all I'm in love with all of it I haven't got much wealth I guess I'm getting older now I'm running down on health But I'm in love with all of it Every blade of grass, each tree I love it with my heart and soul I adore its mystery. Everything in life excites me I don't know why this be But I don't suffer anymore With depressive misery Within my world I am a king Cause I have everything Every day is dear to me Each moment makes my heart sing. That golden Sun there in the sky Is looking down on me As he colors all with wondrous glory Creating so much mystery As here I sit, so all alone The whistling soothes my soul As canary, caged, just sings for me And the morning feels so whole. 16 September 2013 @ 1125hrs.
Hebrews 13:2 "Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares." "Authors Note: This is a true short story/poem of my strange encounter with a dear, homeless man named Sam. This happened in 1992, when I was living in Grass Valley, Ca. These are not actual pictures of Sam, but they remind me of him in so many ways. We should care about people, all people, homeless or otherwisez' ***Dedicated to Sam*** ____________________________________________________ Part 1 He stood alone on the corner on a local, busy, traveled street In ragged clothes holding a sign standing in the cold or heat "Anything Helps,God Bless", it says, on his small cardboard sign "I'd appreciate whatever you give, even a nickel or a dime". Most all the drivers pass him by, seeming not to care But every time I see him, I feel such a need to share I've seen him at other places in that same part of town A place where the homeless go; those that are lonely and down There's a shelter down the street, a couple of blocks away It's called "Open Door Mission" a place where the homeless stay I want to cry when I see this place, full of children, women and men Driving down by the Mission down on Nicholas Street, I see them picking through dirty, garbage bins Glad when they find a piece of clothing, or joyful for some aluminum cans Some people think it's shameful when others are down, or in such paltry jams I think to myself, "How can they feel this way, it could be them or me"! "Open your eyes", I want to yell out loud, "Isn't this the land of the free"? How far have we come from this ideal, 'Land of the Free, Home of the Brave"? On our holiday, the Fourth of July, does that saying mean the same today?
THE DEATH OF MARIE ANTOINETTE (MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE) Songwriters set their words about her style and artists make pursuit to paint her smile but all the light that's Paris, shows, her heart and soul to only those who come to fall in love for just while. But knowing this, my wondering still lies as I recall Marie, her face,her eyes, and she is just a memory though what I'd have to always be, if time was mine and not a thing that flies. I trace my blood and line of ancestry down through some troubled times of history or is it that I've journeyed long from when my life went all so wrong but it's so far removed, my mind can't see? These questions rake my mind and leave me cold, Am I my father who's still growing old; and who is she, to go away to deju vu--to yesterday, or has she layed our love to times' unfold? I guess I'll find her on Champs Elysees, or in the Champ de Mars, where children play or where one day the guillotine cut life away, and cut it clean, but this is now, and that was yesterday. O! I would lay my neck under the blade; if there would ever be a diff'rence made to end the pain she left in me and stop the love for my Marie but love--this love for her can never fade. And so, as other loves they come and go, as Paris says, and Paris makes it so, I wait and wander by the Seine but know not where, and know not when, for love of my Marie, she'll come, I know. © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa
Present Date: December 25, 1995 Envelope Date Stamped: December 23, 1944 From: _______ no return address but clearly overseas To: Addressed to widow living in same home 54 years ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The Letter The letter came by mail on Christmas Day The envelope was clearly decades old No postal service can be used today From overseas the stamps were sealed and sold This could not be about the man I lost The mystery of where he is remains Is MIA from World War II his cost In this enfolded missive clue contains An overwhelming fear takes hold of me To get this letter on a holiday My life content but miss my man at sea Potential subterfuge to my dismay ? Sit next to flaming hearth not thinking clear There's something that this letter has to say Mentation meditates the chiffonier I put away to read another day
Allow me another moment, A moment in your nostalgia, The moment that stretches to eternity. Allow me another mile, A mile by your side, The mile that transcends the dead-end.
Unforgettable sweet horizon like the sleeping woman's hips... Tortuous destiny whose yellow sadness tips With centuries of sacred silence ; After I pass the sacred glass beads through Since the pink dawn and the sweet dew; After I live "Philokalia", blessing the Lord's name With one thousand sad prayers, With faith that can move the mountains, With complete devotion and obedience, Silent like a statue of long endurance, Could I remember her again? From eternity, for ever had been Above the waters without border, The light of that very beginning in no world And no time, but this cloud and the first Word Who changed the trembling no time's order, So that the paradise still mirrors in her eyes green… Beard like our bishop, you'll wear: Lost you'll be for this world, my friend… But your secret mad hope still moves like a lizard In front of the rocks with human face. With "Philokalia", your dreams will ascend... Maybe, from heaven will drop a tear: With bitter taste of grass and leaves of any honey September; And the dawn with scent of woman will rest in no time's amber.
Across a flowered field, I gaze. A daisy weeps through morning haze. One lone petal departs her side - a "love-me-not" is softly sighed. Gazing away from love denied - one more leaflet from thee is pried. Another dream towards fate's romance; a petal plucked lends second chance. The daisy's hearth has met defeat. Her children sob beneath her feet. Deflowered by a lover's act - one last petal remains in tact. "Love-me-not or love me so true?" I leave that answer up to you.
Unifying Theories of Chemistry Plants react in synthesis Stimulations sunlight Breathing the winds causes Through fluid chains Reproducing flowering responses And systematically chemistries Drive in attractions of curiosity Stranger love crushes To your ignition sexual A-symmetry Produces adrenaline's certain heat And senses blood pounding So photosynthetic initiates The A.T.P. of chemical currency Splits living links furthering More simple to more complex Colour element changing Leaf green to red Anthocyanin As well as a suntan Skins concourse in molecules Precipitates and reverberates The bonded genome of D.N.A. Creating myriad form Tangent on thoughts Even dreams Evolve chemical reactions While sun by sea explodes Atomically The light amino manifestation Walks among trees Respiring in cycles Of exchanging formulations Alchemy of oxygen's infusing And well with emotion Binds its stanza's of interpretation Given word then Another descriptions connection To connection Connected By a star lights birth Indivisible this "All" travels Forth and back to a Higher or lower osmotic pressure And back and forth Between lovers As waves drawn to beaches By the gentle pull Of sands moon distracted Infatuated affair With the Earth This chemistry of love The chemical of life Patterns intricate mazes In a micro-cosmos Of eternal meaning And a baby Is born While the boundless eternity Moves and collects Responsive concurring Dust mote intercepts From wide eyes stares Which interpret A scene Of its own manifest beauty Even in tears of sadness The ceretonine balances To intercede with memories Moments of happiness The infinite qualification Of chemical reaction Clues us in Yet again To this fundamental Unity
You've maddened me to the core You singed me with your ferocious fire We're opposites… we'll never integrate We can't blend with each other… Your love and I'm hate We're contrary to each other… So don't even think about Getting us back together Because without a doubt, We don't click with each other… So let us go our own way… Everything's black and white You love to torture me with your deceptive devices We're playing this chess match – let's fight! Tonight, you're going to pay the prices You're going to be deleted from my mind… I'm not the one that should pay the price You act as if you're an angel from heaven But, you're a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice? Could someone unchain me from this prison? So let us prepare for that day… Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds Taking over us…we're wasting valuable time Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind I'm regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime You think you're innocent? I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you Do you live to feed me anguish? Don't deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue Let's get ready for battle… I'll watch you decay… IT'S PAY BACK TIME . . . Taste my fury and my agony Everything's black and white You love to torture me with your deceptive devices We're playing this chess match – let's fight! Tonight, you're going to pay the prices You're going to be defeated… I scream before nightfall I close my eyes to kiss my demise I want to disappear Scratch away my desolation Wipe away my tears… Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall Tonight, there will be dismay There will be suffering After sundown… Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky Who will earn the crown? No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye Why are we black and white? Are you too afraid to know the reason why? Everything's black and white You love to torture me with your deceptive devices We're playing this chess match – let's fight! Tonight, you're going to pay the prices You're going to suffer alone…
In high school everything changes Teachers, friends, you, "That's just life" they say, And they never stop to ask "Well, how do you feel?" And your friends leave, and your grades decrease, And your teachers begin to worry, And they make you see a shrink, But they never stop to ask, "Well, how do you feel?" The sky starts to crumble, And the tears begin to fall, And music and hoodies become your best friends, And they never stop to ask, "Well, how do you feel?" And the tools come out. And the objects fall apart, And you reach for the closest one, And the ask, finally, "Well, how do you feel?" But by now it's too late. Your time is up, your blood's run out, Your scars show for the world to see, Cause they asked too late, "Well, how do you feel?" "She was so young" they all say, But really you were old. You'd seen so much and hurt so much, It was time for you to go. So you picked up the pills and washed them down And grabbed the blades and cut And when they finally noticed you weren't around It was too late you were gone. They found your letter on the bed And read it out at school "You asked to late, but I don't blame you." And your friends were moved to tears. In your tree house in the yard They found you pale as snow Your eyes closed, a smile on your face And they realized you were gone. They roll up your sleeves and roll up your pants And scream at what they see Lines, and lines, and lines of cuts Some healed and some not. And they realized they should have asked in the beginning How you felt that is, cause, Honestly you didn't, You didn't feel anything at all.
Pondering past loves in the dim light of age, the memories float upward, smiles engage sounds. Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage? Blindfolded, he lifted me and reality disengaged. The sound of the harmonica swept all around. Pondering past loves in the dim light of age. A serenade planned, the empty ice-rink re-staged, I was placed in the sweet spot, I drowned in the sound. Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage? Once unmasked, I tumbled to his arms, my eyes glazed like Ophelia sinking on love's waves to drown. Pondering past loves in the dim light of age. Oh, the places he took me, my senses ablaze in sunlight, in moonlight, in starlight, un-gowned. Pondering past loves in the dim light of age. Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage?
Search Patrick Kail Long ago I lost a precious thing that used to lift me up as it lifted burdens shouldered with it's way of tender holding .How barren now that what has left it's mark to shame us .Just in a role and this acheless rage so apt a trick it lies alone as so in many ways reaching each as it denied us. Tertiary paid in knowledge first an icon green so paramount.Strip ped barren now and left us naught but naked thoughts of whats spilled a path while denying everything but woe to us the wickedness to whats yet still left so easily still wanting. Apr 17 at 3:25am · · Like · Share · Remove Patrick Kail Love Fast Run Far by James P Kail Wednesday April 17th 2013 Like · Edit · Apr 17 at 3:56am
I, the sleeper and dreamer Wish for your end Is it wrong, blasphemer? Should I break, should you bend? I sharpen your demise on a pencil sharpener Peeling you away….reaching your core of lead Should I break or should you bend? Or can't I just wish for my end? There's knives protruding from your eyes The eyes I know are dead The blasphemer you are will reveal where your body lies Beneath your core of lead I found you among the disposables Wishing for my end I blasphemed you and you just gave back My pencils burning with lead I screamed as you pierced through me I felt it in my soul! But I'm to blame for this masterpiece I sharpened you with gold! The shavings fall upon the ground And still this dream moves on Pierced, I fall without a sound Until the break of dawn I, the sleeper and dreamer Am still pierced to this day So I hand the pencil sharpener to you And pray you'll be with me
Let's go climb And move back time To that mysterious hill Where a boy first met his girl Long before The cynics arrived Before the laughter died And God returned the day to night Where dazzling fireworks Rained sparkles On our lives Two strange birds Came together And opened up their eyes Let's go climb We'll move back time Fireworks Hill, Fireworks Hill Far from my mind Never forgotten Fireworks Hill, Fireworks Hill We became one there So very often And there are vivid colors Blasting through the sky Dancing rainbows I really want to taste There is weeping smoke Painting all the stars Burning graveyards For the human race Let's go climb And move back time To that mysterious hill Where a boy first met his girl We'll race to the edge Fulfill our pledge It was written in blood The heat of our love Oh, jump, baby, jump We'll fly away together Jump, baby, jump Our bodies joined forever Let's go climb And move back time To that mysterious hill Where a boy first met his girl Fireworks hill, fireworks hill I see the sparkles in the air Fireworks hill, fireworks hill I smell the dazzle of your hair Fireworks hill, Fireworks hill We flew to Heaven over there Let's go climb We'll move back time (Forever…with you)
Orange and yellow Red and deep purple In the existence of Pure unlimited passion, Unpredictable mystery, And a shocking reality. His fire is unstoppable Even if he tried to stop His flames spread All through his strong heart. He deeply knows And clearly feels That his soul is made of Sun light rays. Blue and light green Brown and black Surrounding expectations of Unlimited romance Interrupted by the fear Of a wide eyed future And a bittersweet truth. Her Ice is unbreakable Even if she tried her best To make it melt The coldness spread All through her fragile heart But she never knew Or felt that Her soul is made of Silver moonlight
I tried to talk it out but it would not leave I tried to cry it out but the water from my tears went straight through it I walked all night refused to eat, and couldn't even sleep, but it still hung around I shared it with others hoping they would understand but they laughed at me I could not understand why it stayed in my head and would not leave It gave me so much pain with nothing to gain almost driving me insane What is it with this thing called Memory?
"My pen drips of sorrow and on this paper, I write each tear" – A Rambling Poet Someone once said, "Write not what should not be read…" He never knew what to do otherwise for his pen was his only friend, and paper, his face of which emotions made themselves known Forbidden love touched his heart, never knowing 'til then that it could be the ink for which his pen would write He seized that passion and wrote 'til his fingers bled, mindless of the pain, numb with love. The pain was superficial after all, just blood on skin A flurry of letters that grew strength on secrecy… Ah, but someone once said… "Write not what should not be read…" But how badly he wanted to be read… the only problem is that word called Betrayal. Love reveals, love betrayed; hearts betray, hearts revealed. It was all a ruse, to let slip secrets that were never meant to be known. The pain now draws from the heart, bleeding him dry, reaching his soul to dehydrate him some more, 'til Death becomes his friend. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- She receives one last letter in the post -a blank sheet, wrinkled…warped Was it invisible ink? On the contrary, its message was loud and clear. No words needed at all, just pure sorrow of a heart and soul that wept …her tears stain that paper now, never enough to smooth it out. August 14, 2011 149a219 --nikko for Constance's Just Write contest :)
This cosy love In guess I could rave on, and on About every little thing I could write about those sensual things And the way our two hearts sing When we lie there together But it's so much more have we We have this thing together All filled with mystery. You be the grand earth mother As me, I be the child You're ways are from the earth itself You're tame where I'm still wild Everything's so practical With you, but not with me Oh yes, we two be opposites And yet I love you madly. And even now, at seventy There's nothing really changed You're still the perfect lady And you still think me strange But I'm always going to love you Just the way that you love me And even when these shells are gone This fact shall always be. 23 September 2013 @ 0530hrs
Together they live happily forever in a life filled with sorrows and sadness they will be together, always never excluded from reality for life Forever or never they live to cry, away they will be gone with but a knife the choice to live happily or to just die A knife or life, forever or never a quarrel, a death, leaving one alone he lies on the ground, a knife in his heart a plan, a scheme, its never to be known She says to herself "we must never part" Now two dead hearts lie, killed with the same knife Why? Was it love or just a wast of life?
Mystery does not have to be errie, dark, fearful. Mysteries can be inviting, especially in prayer and meditation. Close your eyes. See darkness turn to light. Allow the light to guide you into your inner soul. Allow the strength of your soul to completely encapsulate your physical body. As you stay in the light, think of a positive loving word... LOVE is all right. See the light, hear the LOVE. As light and LOVE mix, messages and thoughts will come to understanding. Understanding the mystery of the unknown brings the mass of the universe into your life, into your soul. Allow mystery to come into your life. Louis Drago
Are You Ready? Many in church aren't ready for Christ' return, Holiness in their lives must be learned. Many attend each Sunday, and go to every class. But outside church, their spiritual candle burns out fast. Everyone thinks they're doing fine and "o.k." As long as they give money and sing and pray. They soak in God's word and memorize many verses. You can see their Bible tucked in behind their purses. A sense of excitement stirs each Sunday morning. But many fail to heed God's somber warning. Without holiness, no one shall enter God's throne. If Jesus came today— they'd be left alone. God knows the heart of man is wicked deep within. That's why Jesus said: "YOU MUST be born again." Be separate from the world's wicked and sinful ways. "Be ready for my coming" is what Jesus says. At God's house, his divine judgement shall start. Live for Jesus NOW—love him with all of your heart. Keep this important thought in mind. If he came now—would you go—or be left behind? By Jim Pemberton
He said get it NOW! Don't say another word SIT down and be still Don't open your mouth Don't even look at me I responded....... I went for it as fast as I could and dropped it on him I said more than another word I mummered with my mouth closed as loud as I could I looked over his head as though he were dead Because of the way he spoke!
Cont. from Part 3 Three months now, no trace of Sam has ever been found to this very day I think he was an angel from above, I don't know what else to say I hope he's at home in Heaven with God and his beautiful wife I believe he was sent to teach me a lesson and to share with me his life If you see someone in need don't just walk on by, please don't treat them so unfair When you pass them- stop - give them a smile, send them a heartfelt prayer Try to help someone else, the best that you possibly can Always try to remember... this isn't where their homeless life began _______________________________________________________________ I felt very privileged to have met this kind man But so saddened by his heartfelt story Was he an angel sent from God? I don't know, I only know I met a very, special man... a man named Sam ___________________________________________________ ***Dedicated to Sam***
I will grow old I tremble in the cold None to care I have nothing to fear... But my love is alive Though I strive Beautiful roses to pluck Yet I am stuck.. I grow old with wrinkle Yet I will kinker You will always remain in my mind This is how you will find...
Mysteries of Human Hairs Hairs, O' hairs, O' lovely ravishing hairs, Fascinating and beautiful, you often resemble, When nicely looked after and softly taken care of. Your beauty and elegance has often inspired, Your softness and shines have captivated many To put their hearts on fire, Your aroma can evoke to extremes, Passion and lust like streams. The lustrous beauty of these hairs, Have raised thousands of wars sacrificing millions, To win only a Helen of Troy and Even great warriors like Ceasar and Antony became a prey, Before the killing magic of your arts and flying colors. Even the ravishing beauties of these hairs, Have charmed many eminent enemies and warriors Besides the millions and millions of moving lovers since ages, Who fall prey to the loveliness of these alluring hairs. Your graceful presence, has produced men of letters, Your locks have killed many, in the history of the world, While many have altered their existence, completely, To win, the beauty of your hanging hair locks and curls, Even the dullness of your hairs too, Have often inspired many wandering lovers and singers. Hairs, O' hairs, O' lovely ravishing hairs, When you hang, you look like dark clouds, Playing on the forehead of a woman, By watching such clouds many get lost, In the colors of your showering rains. Many Writers, poets and artists find their inspirations, Under the love and softness of you O' hairs and Many have produced things of beauty and joys forever, While many have found the goal of their life, In the beauty of your lustrous curls and colors, What a strange it is, that still many Would like and love to get sacrificed, In the enchanting flames of hairs, like small flies forever. It is also a hard truth of the world and Of our human life and air that, Even some saints too have fallen prey, Before your enchanting beauty and your alluring colors. Many mighty kings have lost their crown and kingdoms, In the ever tempting beauty of your magnetic curls and shines, To get hold of you, O' lovely hairs. Kingdoms have fallen like the house of cards and Even most powerful men of this earth, Have lost the edge of their swards, Before the shining, flying and mesmerizing, Beauty of a women's hair and its penetrating charms. What wealth and gems you hide in your treasure, Making many men and even women, Mad, before the lovely ravishing beauty of you, O' Hairs. Ravindra Kanpur India 28th Oct 2010 Edited and rewritten on 28th March 2012
The ultimate sensation and so pure, Skips a beat, uncontrollable, yet feels amazing, Beating simultaneously - an intense magnetism
My roots are trembling through clay orgasm, tumbling the landslide that speaks every shake or so. Leo roars and I await life, Generic roving rumbles reminding me of the world around, but I never remember how to cling to the ground.
Ever since I have stepped into modernization, I have been pinched with values of the ancestors, I cannot believe that the inside does not reflect the outside anymore, When one says he or she has changed and become open minded, Is it only to make one feel temporarily pleased or is just to enjoy hurting a person, Why has age become a factor or an excuse to start a new problem? Every time a heart skips a beat, the warm sensation takes place, a friendly chat takes place, Numbers begin to swirl around. The intellectual chat, attraction of like minds, Or even the rebellious differences stand in a corner against numbers. Time flies and so does one progress with various experiences. Does it matter if you are too old or young to be with someone? Who gets to judge about numbers? Nothing occurs very young but takes place during adulthood with mature thinking. How should one deal when age becomes a problem to a new relationship? More or less, does anyone have the right to judge if one is not married at a certain age. With observation, reading various articles, numbers have created a nuisance in the mind of shallow thinkers in many societies. When all the feelings are right, then why do numbers go wrong? Doesn't sensibility, love, responsibility or even security count or is it overshadowed with age. Still one may try to let go and filter some thoughts, but how does one filter attraction and passion. Years have passed by and still the jackpot of excuses concerning numbers have polluted various communities. A spark of hope is still there when faith and true love will attain blessings from the higher self and well-wishers always.
Omniscient guy Yet he lets bad things happen How can he exist?
Overcoming Evil With Good... "Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good." This verse from scripture is often misunderstood. Many tend to "get back" at someone who's "wronged them." Whether it be from a stranger... or even a friend. You cannot fight evil with evil-- this isn't God's plan! His concept of love and mercy-- you need to understand. Remember the words Jesus said in the beatitudes. Perhaps this can stop any "revengeful attitudes." You were called to be holy-- with Godliness in mind. To be filled with his mercy... being gentle and kind. Rise above whatever evil may come your way/ Overcome by doing this with God's goodness... today! Allow the cross of Christ to be lifted up in your life. Allow his spirit to remove all malice, bitterness and strife. A compassionate and loving person in you... others will see! What you do today--will impact your eternity! An overcomer of evil is often difficult to do. Obey and trust God-- He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton Rom. 12:21
Tolerance and love is preached… But, at what price? Too often we forget about Jesus' sacrifice! His death was because our sin counted against us. He died on the cross because he truly loves us! How dare we "cheapen" his work on the cross! In today's "political correctness.." We have lost! In the love and acceptance, we call it "inclusion." This has led many into a serious "confusion." Many want the loving side of God. I can't blame them! But those who seek his holiness… Can you name them? God is a God of love. But he requires holy living too! This is not a request but a command me and you! If it's tolerance and love you want… Look no more! You'll be able to find it washed up on sin's shore! The people of Israel wanted "free love." Look what it got them! Being slaves and captives, is what it taught them! God is a loving God but is also as a consuming fire! Living a righteous life is what he really desires! "Without holiness… No man shall see him." That's why he sent Jesus, to the world beneath him! Won't you allow your sins to be totally forgiven? Only Jesus can change the way you've been livin'! He gives eternal life to those who diligently seek him! The choice is yours to repent and receive him! By Jim Pemberton
behind weaving maple branches and leaves, the sky is hidden; instead, I see stars shine in the night of your eyes (4/6/5/6/6) *This is a new version of an older tanka of mine -- not intended for any of the many tanka contests still possibly going .
Love is young like a delicate rose- petal So easily flung, devoured by transient blooms Reckless the endings with salty lips of passion Only to find it is all about moonlit conquests. Love is a mirror of anger, perhaps a cry An obsession to hold when one feels alone; This clutch grasping unto shadowed vines of fear Possessing the other for ruthless exploitation. Love is persistent in its everyday care Breeding seeds of joy from evening to dawn When cycles of trials rage, life finds grace Embracing ebon nights, all else is forgiven. Love is Aurora bright, eternal in its light gleaming Never weary, always unconditional through morn's dew To see God's face in a partner's gentle eyes Accepting the other as divine spirit in human form. Frank H: Love Is by nette onclaud
A tale of love and destiny beyond this world . . . . ~~ A fierce wind howls, dark clouds race across the horizon, and beneath the hood draped over his face the man whispers; Of a vast land with wild clear waters, of streaking sunrises and sunsets, and woodlands in a thousand glorious shades of green. This Prince of Time has heard her prayers call for him, past time and destiny and beyond her tears have beckoned; His mission to find her and together they will dwell in his ancient world, she has waited for him all her life, never seeing his face. Yet she loves him with all her heart and soul, this she knows, over mountain peaks and rivers wild, through jungles lush he journeys; Now, he stands in the shadows of her room in the mist of dawn, her raven hair in tangles, her skin so pale it takes his breath. He steps forward and reaches out a hand to touch her tears away, and in that moment, he fades away, as if dust in the morning light; A bird sings in the cool air and her room smells of the forest as she rises, a soft touch has awaken her, a lover's caress, so gentle. All that day she is haunted with unknown feelings of loneliness, wandering the forest, she silently walks, lost in her dreamy thoughts; He watches from the foliage, the hood covering his face still, the time soon, she hesitates, moments pass, then he fades in the dappled light. That night candlelight flickers on the walls of her bedroom, it cast shadows in the corners, a gentle breeze fills the silence; She sits at her dressing table brushing her hair until it shines in waves, suddenly a wind catches the long strands and billows them about. He stands behind her watching and slowly removes his hood, she is not afraid as she stares into the mirror, she has been waiting; Waiting for this man, as he twines his fingers in her hair and whispers, taking her by the hand to the bed, it is time . . . They find her in the morning, she is peaceful and deathly still, her face pale against the white sheets, her lips lush and purple; Her eyes closed to this world, she looks asleep, perhaps about to rise, dark clouds drift in the sky and thunder rolls in the distance. Raindrops begin to fall as the casket is lowered into the ground, the small gathering bow their heads stepping forward to lay a flower; Although, she had been an old lady, she had been buried in a beautiful gown, of ivory, lace and beads as she had requested in her will. Unseen by the mourners, a vision appears of a beautiful young woman, with a handsome man, he holds her close within his strong arms; His dark hair touching his shoulders and he looks with love into her face, and he wraps his cloak around her as they become the rain. _______________________________ July 21, 2013 Epic For the contest, Epic-Mysterious, Poet Destroyer
NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view I can see your blood boiling through the blades I once called eyes, they were once beautiful like jewels now they hurt my deep insides. cutting at my guts and like a noose on my lungs; your words seek like bullets your mouth like sniper guns. I'm hit with each inaccuracy… Being killed by words untrue; and you even got the nerve to tell me what you think I do. But let me get mad and try to plead my case; then suddenly the world is a f--ked up place. You got tears running down… What the Hell did I do? We were just sitting and laughing I could swear that we were cool. Oh God… Oh no…; I should have seen it… It's Aunt Floe…, This battle can't be won or reasoned I think its best I go. Cause I hate Aunt Floe and she hate me too; she sit and talk sh-t about the gum I chew. The color of my shirt…, She say my look is a stair; She say my best has no worth And she doesn't stop there. I didn't change I've been the same these 28 days, but now I'm f_ckin A__hole Aunt Floe gave me that name. She said get out my face This aint your home no more, But I'm more puzzled by What was said before. I love you With her glossy eyes I knew it was true, But horribly sly You see these words make me the fool. The one that's cruel That a__hole dude, That sparked the fuel To this f__kin feud. But I swear to God I didn't start this sh_t, Why would I give up my love To live my life like in a pit. This is horrible sh_t Wasted days spent, On nothing but the worst I could be bathed in your sent. You could be laughing While I'm smiling But Aunt Floe Won't let this be, And the only way to make this right Is hold my tongue a week. And that ain't gone happen I'm a person too, Not soft But I got feelins and don't know what to do. Now its been six days Unbelievable rage, She locked herself In the room I call it her cage. I smell a sent in the air It wasn't there before, Now lookin down the hall I see an open door. Is this a trap I'll guess I'll see, If I fall for another You know that's dumb ass me. Curled in the bed I think I know that girl, But where's the hells Aunt Floe The one that f__ked my world. She packed up and gone Didn't even say good bye, Just came wit gang of bullsh_t And vanished in the sky. Is that you my dear Can you please come here, Listen close and crystal clear… I hate Aunt Floe Next time she here Make sure I'm stocked with weed and beer. I love you punk. ?
a cricket in the eaves harmonizes with night rain ================== old river benue a fisherman's canoe ladened for market ================== graveyard's windy dust sending papers and leaves high every ones underground
Serving a Great Church? Or a Great God? There's a church nearby I was invited to come to… I was told; "this is a great church!" It's really cool!" "We have a great pastor that preaches a great sermon!" "We have great people too.." "This is most certain!" "You're invited to a service that is really great." "It last one hour so make sure you're not late." "You'll find a great service in just one hour!" "You'll have a great time." "And will feel God's power." "The worship is great too!" "The music will stir your soul!" "Getting more people into our building is our goal!" I thought; "In this great church, is something missing?" In this "greatness…" What kind of life are we giving? What does scripture say about Christ' body's purpose and meaning? Are we focused on God? Or what gives us a "good feeling?" Holiness and repentance must be our daily goal and passion… Being sold out to Christ may seem "old fashioned." I'd rather have Jesus than the "greatness of a church" any day. I'll love and worship HIM… No matter that others say! May we all return to our first love... Jesus must be our lord! It's in heaven where we need to have our treasures stored! I seek the greatness of our God! And I worship his mighty name! With him in church..… Things will never be the same! By Jim Pemberton 12/01/11
Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance It was some of the angry mobs and resistance Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom Like all other kingdoms it fell in random Fire started in the castle And along with it came a battle It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew Many things in this child that made memories stew My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die She ran into the bushes in such a fright And evil doers were running around with flashlights Mastrey remember it as he distracted them Her eyes was so confused with problems Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred His feelings of what those people did was not awkward The distraction worked, he went back to were she was Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because? Her answer that night depended on her lively hood As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true Next: My Story Telling, Who is this Princess
It was a cold and rainy night. The stars were shining bright. It seemed as if the world was at a pause and not a person was in sight. I sat quietly in my car, the sound of music I heard blasting from a far. I opened my door, stepped out slowly and looked around. Now suddenly the music stopped, not a word is heard, not even a sound. I turned my head, looked over my shoulder, I saw a woman running. She was wearing a white gown. I couldn't help but wonder why this woman running flaunted such a frown. I followed her footsteps, I listened for the sound. Running through the darkness, one question came to mind, Who would leave this woman? Who would be so heartless? How can someone leave her when she is so obviously distraught? Abruptly a sound was heard. I came to a stop. I listened closely. It was a gunshot. Now fearful I stood. I began to run as fast as I could. I ran so fast, I could hear my heart beating. I came upon my car and noticed a woman bleeding. She was gasping for air. Someone had shot her and left her to die there. It was as if they didn't even care. She reached for my hand, whispered softly to me "never trust a man" At that moment her hand dropped. I knew her heart had stopped. I looked at her white gown now dripping red. I I cried to myself and pondered what she had said. This could be me. I could be lying here dead. I will remember her words always. They will haunt me for the rest of my days. This moment I will never forget. No man should ever be such a threat. This was the day my life would change. From this day on I would never be the same. The lesson I learned here, never have such fear. Fear that will keep me from being free. I learned that I can be happy just being me.
the child of a distant mother whose cry ran dry over the other, the child of nothingness in winter whose feet ran cold to the toe, to whom were she without a glow to the unknown? for whom need she commute when she does crawl than norm? then who must follow when she cries to the voice of a soul child; so dry? where is the father gone too long or were there a mother, done too long? whose child a tender care must one render to which child than love of a parent? her lips cracked in instances and tears long soaked in her tearful skin... opn28032013/0315
Hello Avatar with a blurred smile I've memorized your fuzzy style But I'll still look at you for awhile Falling for you came on real slow Each work you penned, I got to know The girl inside, felt my feelings grow Am I crazy To think I know you by your pen When everything else is still so hazy Am I crazy Then you write, oh.. you touch my soul You're the one in this whole soup bowl You make me crazy The world loves from the outside in Controlled by our infatuation of skin I guess that's how it's always been But I've fallen hard from the inside out Your pure heart is what I'm all about So if ya feel a spark, don't put it out Am I crazy To think we could become true friends When everything else is still so hazy Am I crazy That when you pen I feel your soul within And I believe in love at first write again You make me crazy Date: 7-20-14
Softly sipping honey wine Sipping softly honey wine I hear the rivers song Lovely lady by my side With love so sweet and strong How the river sparkles It's on its way to meet the sea As softly sipping honey wine We sit here you and me. Softly sipping honey wine There's only you and me As Pelicans fly us by This essence, endlessly Seeps in, as a boat goes by And trees dance in the breeze Softly sipping honey wine We sit here hearts at ease. Softly sipping honey wine I know I love you so No one, my love, could ever love this true Softly sipping honey wine I feel loves tender glow As I look at you, and know you love me too. Softly sipping honey wine The two of us together River reflects the somber skies They'll soon be rainy weather Here in this cosy chalet Telling you that I love you Softly sipping honey wine And sharing love so true
It was the Southern French window blowing open he came in the night no word spoken The eyes so sensual and piercing me as if nothing matters he is all I think of now as each day I grow weaker I will soon die unsure of my fate my life I will give to him a offering I ask him to take This man so desirable with dark eyes and hair even if he is not a man but a beast I no longer care I submit to the last drop of blood As I lay with a cotton white gown in a locked room I throw my rope of Garlic far to be seen Nothing can stop this now longing and lustful feeling like I'm in a forever dream I wait for him too enter I wait for him willing to die I wait losing my Religion The Vampires offering am I " For That Archaic Poets contest " Shanity Rain
The rain drops down in sadness, As the sun departs the light. Such emptiness and silence, Death has cursed upon this night. Whispers fill the silence, As you leave this dreadful place. Oh how I wish to feel you, Wipe the tears right off my face. Oh how I wish to hear the beauty, Of your everlasting voice. Oh how I wish to see your face, If I only had a choice. Dear Death, I do beseech you, To attain my empty soul. See my life now lacks a purpose, Because I am no longer whole. Dear God, I beg for mercy, Please return my star-crossed love. The agony strikes through me, As you look down from up above. And then I hear you like a dream, "We will meet again once more, All you need is trust in God, To help walk through that peaceful door." So I sit there in the silence, Thinking what just crossed my eye. No longer will I mourn for you, No longer will I cry. My life was based on loving you, But as you leave this sinful world. I realize God will see me through, No need for an empty girl.
Through the lonely woods, I may head, Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread, At the secluded horizon, I may stare, And only you, I may see, In those symphonies of silence, In those melodies of calmness, In those euphonies of quietness. By the silent lake, I may lay, Till the twilight fades, I may stay, Then in reclusive silence, I may walk, And only to you, I may talk, Through those toungueless emotions, Through those wordless attachments, Through those voiceless sentiments. In the lone meadow, I may wander, Along the untrodden paths, I may waver, In companionless seclusion, I may hide, And only in you, I may find, The depths of oneness, The bonds of togetherness, The cozy feel of coalescence. In the wilderness of emotions, I may die, At the merciless daggering, I may sigh, Through a million wounds, I may bleed, And only in you, I may seek, The balm of love, The warmth of affection, The heal of inseparability.
Twas it happenchance or divine intervention that brought us to this place, this time this plane of purest desire we share…. Just north of the moon, past the fourth star crossing over Orion's belt we soared… entwined, likeminded, and very much inclined in our sincerest direction. Meet we now, on this date, blessed and anointed for this journey and those ahead. Hear now the celestial bodies herald, with reverence, the brilliance of light this joining has shed, as we swirled together near the presence of the masters design. Two spirit filled, enlightened souls lead by faith, alight in words of hope spiraling together near the visions of ancient worlds and beings caught now in time and space…. sheer energies of enlightenment. How bless we are to join this gathering, as we dance in our celestial trance amidst the wisdoms of past worlds. By: Debra Squyres
Some call it an aphrodisiac. They say it gives a man a strong back. Like a good woman, turtle soup makes no sense; Can something so delicate be so intense? Like a woman, the flesh has several delightful flavors. Remember, each mouthwatering sensation should be savored. When you taste her, bask freely in the sapidity, Acquire the feel for this pure tortoise delicacy. Don't rush, familiarize your taste buds. There is no such thing as a first sight love. Recognize, there is a mystique behind that hard shell. Did someone say turtle soup? That does not ring a bell.
Every day is a wonderful day Every day is a wonderful day Each moment a pleasure indeed Cause I live on a wonderful planet Where my life does fill all my needs There's the sun that comes up in the morning The sweet birds that sing in the trees And those trees as they reach up to heaven Oh, I love how they dance on the breeze It seems to me everyone's moaning About all the things they don't like There's something so strange about people A sadness that touches their Psyche They don't see the world quite like I do And they don't like me smiling at all And because I'm a happy old fellow They think I'm a bloody old fool. But I wear a smile, cause I'm laughing At all of the troubles I've had I once was a troubled young fellow And everything hurt me so bad But now there's the sun in the morning And everything life gives to me And I am one happy old fellow As I love everything that I be. 4 July 2013 @ 0455hrs.
Deep in the dungeon in the back left corner Was a mere shell of what was once a man. He was shackled to the wall of his own design By the love of his lady so fair, and divine The queen of a land so far away in time With a king who held her ever so dear Locking them away alone from peasant's view None of his subjects gazed upon this mentally ill king He had a smothering love for his queen, Abusing her in every way Never there for love, but only in his mind She hadn't felt his touch in years, other than abuse Then one day her knight came in on his white steed They loved under moonlight each night in secrecy Hiding their treasonous affair from the evil king Until one night he caught them The knight dueled injuring the king's ability to speak The queen fearing their treasonous death Plotted and schemed as not to be beheaded To the knight's chamber they carried him Dousing the room in oil laying him on the floor Dropping the lantern the knight held Flames rose in the chamber, consuming him The queen screamed to the subjects for help All the court came running to douse the fire out The knight and queen really started The true king was unrecognizable and couldn't even whisper The knight came forward as her husband the king The queen burst into tears, Explaining how the knight attacked her, Setting the room ablaze All his subjects bowed before the knight, the changeling I am sorry dear king, the subjects said As the knight pulled the queen to him, Ushering them to take him away, to the dungeon below, Shackled, and chained, in his own kingdom In the dungeon the king waited, to be beheaded The knight secretly became the king instantly Taking his spot next to the love of his life, the queen No one suspected a single thing She visited the king one last time before he died Telling him how she loved him, stroking his cheek Watching the next day as they beheaded him, Hiding her head in her knight unknown Her dark side she displayed The day her knight became her king And her king became some subhuman thing He had truly always been The knight now the king with his lovely queen Ruled for many years, having ten children Of tainted royal blood, but no one ever knew Their secret love and darkest treason ever committed.
Amid the shades of night, in Spring a wraith descends, sole to release a dancer's form - raindrop cerise - one faint caress of fingertips. Amid the shadows she appears to walk in blooms and promise feasts because night's solitude emits, dark's unsubstantial of tears. How soft the numbness of hung air defines night's secrets and evokes prodigious our dreams and scopes to gallivant from twinge to stare? The dreams of night advance to flare and they become lone blinks and scars shine like the mettlesome of stars are steady, sad and foursquare. This abstract process of cognition trajectories of souls brings close, the light's evanescence depose, our verse in verbatim rendition. With moistened lips in rain's tall drapes she comes; the feasts acquire glory we dance on a remote quarry, where night adorns the marble scapes. © G. V., 05-02-2013 (Iambic Tetrameter) Sponsor: nette onclaud Contest Name: GLIMPSES OF EPIPHANY Placement: 1st
I Went To Church Last Sunday… I went to church last Sunday, and much to my surprise. I got up real early. It was just before the sunrise. I wanted to be with others in worship to my Lord. But when I arrived, so many there look so "bored." When they were singing the songs, some didn't seem to care. As I looked around, hardly anyone noticed I was there. By the time the people were asked to sing another song. Some greeted the worship leader with just another "yawn." Did anyone really want to worship Jesus the risen king? Is church a place to simply "get bored with everything?" As the preacher arose to preach his "Sunday sermon best." "Fill between the lines," he said… This was to be the "test." Shortly after the outlines were filled, there was a "closing prayer." I noticed many of the people were "happy to get out of there!" I thought to myself as I left and walked out the door… "Is this what the true body of Christ meant for?" "Where is the sin-cleansing power of God I've heard about?" "Has the power of God in many churches been 'kicked out?'" I pray that the presence of God will get a hold of our heart. May our worship for Jesus be evident… Right from the start! May our relationship with Christ be very important to us. May we give him our life! Our heart! And our trust! May our love for him not be a "boring Sunday experience." May we serve HIM daily… Expecting a divine appearance! The Jesus I know is bigger than any denomination might be! And only his blood has the power to set men free! Serving and loving Jesus is an opportunity with living! A life in totally surrender to Christ is what we much be giving! By Jim Pemberton
Odysseus' Siren Song A wraith she was to mend and soothe; a blueish skein she had to twine, my destiny's she held the truth, beneath the stars' ironic shine; I know; the winds shall meet knots lost; my stare's on trails to dear home field, a chorus of sunk souls foremost, recites old songs of nimbus' grief. My Siren spoke; from far beyond, the height of skyward domes and stars, our wishing spells above a pond, where winds remind my verse and mars. Sea vastness spreads, recalls are voiced, - from countless depths, I feel the scythe on Stygian links, her kiss is moist - in Hades' darkness, the souls writhe; from faraway she cares again to touch my lips and sing her notes, a song of death to my arcane, black Acheronian ship that floats. Our steadfast sails to lines of gray, the years we passed forever shine, inside the winds the notes convey her Siren's song to end my twine. © G. V., 11-06-2011 (Iambic tetrameter)
Four letters put together to create one word, with an impeccable definition. Love..., It is a strong word, Close to the heart, yet far from the woman you Love. Butterflies flying, flapping their orange and white wings in the summer heat. The butterflies flap, flap their beautiful wings together in the summertime of Love. For Love is beautiful, like the summer preludes! Four letters composed, to a Chopin's masterpiece. The Romantic pole reaches out, to touch, to hold, to Love. For these four letters are easy to read and put together to create a complex concept with a universal definition. A four letter word, easy just to say, but it is harder to show. For Love is a simple word made up of simple letters, but a complex meaing that takes most lifetimes to comprehend and others a short while. For I've seen hearts broken and hearts put back together, with this simple word. My heart burned, brused, stabbed knows the dangers of this simple, four letter word. Love, some think it is a game to play when you are bored. Destroying self-esteem of girls, who are already weak and nieve. They long for love, but find surrealist dreams, and see the Man of their dreams slip away in the night. Gone without a trace. While she is sucked into false promises, from simple minded boys, with only one thing on their mind. Love..., it is a joke to some. "I love you," is a laughing stock, while a slap in the face, and disrespect is in fashion. Girls, foolish girls walking in lonesome heartbreak, saying they are in Love. It is sad to see, and hard to hear, I know it is. And to me Love is sometimes fair, and most times a cruel joke. Love, this four letter word is simple to say, but hard to comprehend. Love me and I shall take you by the hand show you caves of mystery, and skies of grace and meadows, filled with flowers, dedicated just for you, no one else, but you. We can make Love on the sandy beaches, under the moonlit sky under the still stars and shooting ones too. Have a romantic dinner of oyster-shells and champange and kiss each other, till we drown in intoxication and fall asleep in each others arms. huh, Love... A simple, four letter word, that is easy to say, but even harder to show.
Imperative to see what fits familiar feet with slippered glass and sand blown memories of times which swift occurred then swept away the remnants of a luscious perfect day to wishes in the wells of self-defeat and tragedy too painful to complete the harmony eclipsing shadowed moons to cool the concrete footsteps sunken hewn It's with this feeling that I trace your steps and hope to feel emotions that are left like elements unmoving, set in stone I feel them beat my heart when I'm alone and in this solitude I see your face as real and as alive as my disgrace from blowing passed integral memories imperatively set beneath your feet.
It was a home on the river we lived . It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life. I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare We, as a Family of seven , moved into this river house Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by . Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a apparition he appeared . He was not there to scare or frighten , the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear. He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River . The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short time. I was lifted by Jesus in Heaven . Death is not for us to decide . Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story or a presence of its own . My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there . Keep fighting your way through life and its despair , you are important to someone whom cares . If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone , call for help , call a Friend . "This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "
And the westerly wind, Will blow a sea of waving grass And the sea's fine mist Will breathe drops like dew And the sinking suns Will cloak the sky's horizon And the moons of Autumn Will beckon the golden fertililty of the harvest And the violet tinged edge of night Will cry for the white bursting of the stars And the carved thrust of the mountain range Will challenge the forever yielding blue And the hovering tunes of the dawn's awakening Will mimic the lullaby of my dreams Rise
An incomplete love letter I apologized for the pain i had caused Before i switched pens to express the love i still had The regrets i still harbor So everybody get on board Men and women tickets, please! Tonight we escape the land But the hearts beat on, as the waves free our souls Destined to catch the sunset in Madrid To the lives we've chose No more regrets Just rocky sailing to destiny Oh God, get me home safely
Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh… I'm venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul's drying out… like a drought… Drain out the fluids from my heart It's gouging me…bruising me to the core… **chorus** Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky… You fall in my arms – you die so warm Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits From the…underground…and release me – I'm breathless I'm drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… Remember me…I'm falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I'm bleeding so softly – cut out the wood… Splintering me…I'm shattering… and I'm falling in the abyss Bring me more radiance from my candle light Warp me up in bliss…don't let the midnight sky…don't take away my delight From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh… I'm failing *chorus* I'm drowning in regret…ooh..oh… Hit the bull's eye in my heart…embrace the light And don't leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite! Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night And don't let the dusk escape us… I must confess… I must confess… I hate to see you abandon the light… But I'm not the one to save you from the night Ooh…ohh… *Chorus* Splintering lies fill your heart I want to kiss it goodbye… But you've mastered it like a piece of art I want to kiss the abyss and die… Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul But I'm failing and the end of time has taken its toll Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart But the anguish still swarms in my heart… I'm failing…my heart stops beating And my desires are fleeting From my grasp And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… *chorus* Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me… As I fall in death's arms…I die so cold And your heart is made of gold Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares Answer our prayers & block out the night Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears Unravel Your words of life & delight
The body: sacred We're all made in God's image Hence... circumcision?
Peace surrounds me on this day in May as I let destiny have it's own way I smile down on whom I am made grandly by all my yesterdays I will live again and all my hopes and dreams shall not shatter I am destiny's lost prodigal child, May has been a source of pain for me Seeming to harm me with it's innocent days hidden in coy smiles, yes it lied many times but not today, the day after yesterday beginning all my tomorrows We can not always live in the growing fields of flowers picking them and hanging them up to dry somehow in making something beautiful we forgot them and they did not dry, yet died We can not always hold onto our flowers some do not fare well to the process of living dry so today is not tomorrow nor yesterday but it will always be lost amongst some field of flowers No garden to train, yet sheer joy in what is natural for miles as far as the eye can see it is spring and I pat my body down, I lived through the night yes, I am alive, and did not die, as they live their destiny Yet, my flowers have no scent, and not many want them , but what glory can be found in the ordinary flower? the garden of no surprise with many needs to thrive, none, for there is nothing grander than a flower growing in fields wild Next year, it will spread it's seeds in the wind and prosper so much grander it will be each year there after, yes, growing wilder and my prayer is no one will cut them down or poison them ever-after yet someone will love the flowers growing wild tomorrow and the day after May they become a heart's desire, and glory will forever remain in those alive, and wild but never dried, or tamed, for how can we say nice things about something, we set aside to wither and die, in shame and pain, that should always be allowed to grow wilder, to wither and die not tomorrow or the day after will edit when I get back home. SORRY GUYS!
You've got to love your life. I'm drifting through my life As I climb those rocky trails The only place I want to be is now The Spring comes, me just sitting here As the grass grows by itself I never did want too much, anyhow. Can't worry about your burdens One has to travel on The past can't do no damage, it be gone And the future, well there's no one knows No matter what they do You cannot stop those hands from moving on. You've got to love your life That's the only way to go There ain't no going back to what's been done Cause life was made for loving The song you sing is yours You're a one off soul, you be the only one. You have to live your story No matter where it goes No matter what the hard knocks you might gain The road might lead to nowhere Yet dance it anyhow When life stand still, then it be lived in vain.
Work. Toil. The pain I put in the ground. For such a precious thing. Corn. The family enjoys their meal. They plant their leftover kernels. And wait for me to tend to them. Work. An endless cycle in which happiness is born. ©Demand4poetry 21 February 2013
< Bao - Yu precious jade your angelic font cast mirrored images off stilled pond orchids in woven hair garments of satin and lace you lying in fetal position upon granite's stone tell me heavenly Goddess Why Do You Look So Sad ? Written By Katherine Stella For Rambling Poet's Reflection Contest G.L. ALL Name Of This Poem Is Entitled Bao -Yu
Princess Angelina Princess Tinsels baby daughter Has grown up quite a bit And my, oh, my, she's beautiful Oh, she has all of it A heart of gold, a lovely form And she's so full of bliss Her name is Angelina So very sweet she is. She has a way with animals That seems at times like magic She loves all people, all of them And when their days are tragic She'll give them the milk of kindness She has the healing touch And even gnomes and bitter demons They all love her so much. Angelina, she is loved By all who hear her name Folk they come from miles around To see this girl of fame One day she will be their queen And it is plain to see That when she takes that station on A wondrous Queen she'll be. 6 September 2013 @ 0535hrs.
I. Found a dead crow below a Star of David draped across a wrought-iron fence surrounding a cemetery. In a house on a hill past Pandora, I boiled the crow's skull, placed its talons upon ice - the extraction had been a tad messy. Cooked dinner - sauce resembled blood, noodles resembled worms, but I ate it regardless, barely able to stop myself from retching over splinters of cedar. Hung a merlot-coloured drape over a bedroom window with glass comprised of sand from a beach where I had accidentally cut open my hand on a shard of seashell in a figure-eight; bleeding out into the ocean. Using white chalk, I drew a Pentagram on the drape; a circle of protection for the souls of future unborn children. Pulling aside the drape, I saw crows sitting on a branch nearby. Tapped on the window. One of the crows nodded at me. It was a cold November, the tree stripped bare of leaves. Opening the window, I noticed that the crows appeared hungry, either smelling dinner wafting out, or the sweet musk of my unwashed armpits. I cried - a part of me died there in Victoria, watching the crows breathe in my sacred death. II. Everywhere I went, the crows followed close by, little black magic men with wings breathing life back into the soil, into my loins, into my heart. Flowers bloomed in winter, grass turned green, buds became plump on branches. I began to write a story. King Solomon was the main character - the son of the very king draped over the wrought-iron gate of the Jewish cemetery where I had found the dead crow. I always wondered wot the Jews had done, for the world to despise them so. Completing the first part of the story, my eyes detached from paper and met the eyes of crows watching me from outside of the window. The Murder had morphed into Midwives easing me out of the womb, into a re-birth of myself. I packed my bags, walked down the hill past Pandora. The crows followed me down to the ferry, as I embarked upon the next chapter of my re-birth. You(and you too)were already there, had always been there for me; been there for each other. The Murder morphed into Midwives, helping us to find each other, or rather, to show us that we had always been together from the very beginning again . ~(non-fiction)~
Morning Blues of London by Steven Cooke I see reflections in the window, My coffee, my only friend. Waiting for my journey to begin. My suitcase, my only possession. Yesterdays clothes, yesterdays photos, Yesterdays dreams, all packed neatly for yesterdays man. The whistle, slowly we move off, Leaving yesterdays life. As I ponder through my window, I hear the track mocking, "It's all your fault", "it's all your fault", "it's all your fault". No peace for yesterdays man. We pass fields of lavender, a reminder of when love was sweet. I see fields of barley, and hay bales, Where forbidden love was born, Then ploughed fields, the furrows of betrayal, Raking through my soul. We pass a ruined castle, my dreams my hopes, all perished there. Swept away by the forces of passion, Crumbling the walls of yesterdays love. My window of torment, reveals all. "please go away" For I want Today's window, But my confession, rapes my mind. You see my wife loves another, My neglect, my fault, all the judges agreed. Into a tunnel, a respite from all this. A moment's darkness. Alone again, with my coffee. I'm still, rolling down the track of despair, The guard announcing the next station. "All change at Piccadilly," "Connections for nowhere and oblivion" "Platform Three". A rush of bowler Hats cram the doors, Anonymous souls leading anonymous lives. And me, with my cup of coffee, alone with the window, I see reflections once more. I lay my pen down, And I Thank god that's not me. Oh how I hate Monday mornings. Time to leave.
Don't say it's all over (cause it's not) "Sorry" won't cover it…so don't go on your knees and pray for my forgiveness Oh baby…don't listen to the commotion…I'm done taking cover (it's all for naught) I'm plummeting in slow motion…into the remorseful pit…I'm plummeting in my nightmare's abyss I want to carry you through the night… I'm swimming in the ocean of my tears… My sodden wings lost its ability of flight… You've been swimming in your distress for years… Shut up! Don't say it... Don't even think of it (don't even ponder it) Hey! Don't say it's all over…though we're breaking bit by bit 'Cause there's more treasure to discover I want to remind you to fight the good fight… My misery pools are brewing inside of my head… I'm backing away from the light & exploring the night… You're giving in to sleep and I'm wide awake on my bed Shut up! Don't say it... Don't even think of it (don't even ponder it) Hey! Don't say it's all over…though we're breaking bit by bit 'Cause there's more treasure to discover Please don't tell me…oh, don't tell me…darling! You're giving up today… (I beg you to stay, despite your inner pain) I'm scared I might erupt – it could be quite startling! Someday, things will change for the better… (Don't turn the wrong lane) I'm waiting for that day to arrive – perhaps it will wash away our dismay… I promise you a tranquil reality I want to stray with you tonight I still have hope that He'll set us free I was wondering if you could stay the night Maybe the Lord could grant us Pure, incredible delight Shut up! Don't say it... Don't even think of it (don't even ponder it) Hey! Don't say it's all over…though we've plunged into our own pit 'Cause there's more treasure to gather…
Playmates is all we ever were and ever wanted. To be friendly, frisky, rambunctious even. Sometimes "ever" gets tricky seems somewhere it got that way. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Usually when I lie about the form, it's because it makes me laugh to do so... love you guys muchly! ~N
What lies behind those mysterious black eyes? What happened to our paths why did they become tied? Nobody spoke to you, why were you alone? After seeing you smile my heart has fondly grown. In the middle of nowhere you're from my home town? This cannot be real I realise with a frown. Maybe it's time to put these mushrooms down.
No mind to wait From the pained sparrow star Down's moon For the last siren among the clouds. I got that feeling Everywhere I go she will Be watching me from above.
After years of drifting around It was time to close the show down No need to be a pretender We all have our little surrender To give hope for tomorrow Could we build on our sorrow? Should I care about the outcome? I`ll share with you,its my rule of thumb There`s a thin line here I know Love like a dove,or act like a crow Take me to the limit,I know you can Push it..squeeze it..see if Im a man Maybe,if I was just your lover How much would there be to discover? So many things you`ve given me to ponder Kept in my minds envelope,quite a little wonder A.Ertsland March 3rd,2012
Grandmother Moon cherishes me, kisses my forehead with her light. She reigns supreme over her kingdom, smiling down upon this humble spirit. I whisper to her of my dreams, hopes prevailing in spite of the odds. A tear forms in the corner of my eye as I challenge her to answer my prayers. I extend my hand, longing to touch her, to soak up her ancient wisdom and beauty. I can feel her gentle smile, she embraces me, bringing me comfort, her radiance guiding. She has been witness to the cruelties of man, more than I could ever imagine. Broken dreams scattered into the night her children gather around her, wink at me. Nissa, Nissa, I cry out to her. Is all lost? Is there no more hope for my people? A voice softly answers in my mind, there is always a glimmer of hope. Grandmother Moon watches over me, ruling the tides of my heart, my spirit. She is listening to me, tasting my tears, caressing the delicate tendrils of my soul.
Deeper my search party dives those soul seekers for my life the deeper they sink the more I find some of it is surprising some of it I do not like but each time they come up for air and supplies I am one search closer to the end of all my mysteries in life
My day is a day to be reckoned with my Sir! I am down back to zero going again you see. I carry a silver stick just for you not for me. Do know I roll in a blend of pure magic I stir. Like my soup you are and a cat I shall purr. My summer is magic my winter cues as be. I am busy you see to fly in and out like thee. But in between this world is a cross to incur. And at the end of this world is even a bigger cross, Sharp as a whistle seemingly to be at a great loss! ® Registered: Ann Rich 2009 .
Two became one and there was one. In your likeness one was made one. Like the seed of a farmer, I prospered as a tree by the water. I see your light under the sun; And sing for joy for all you've done. I breathe your peace under the moon; And hear of ur glory in the noon. I think of your goodness and wonder; And feel your love so tender. I can only imagine the depth, Of your love. Even to death, You loved me. I can only imagine, How you love me. I can only imagine.
Oh lonely Inevitable Bear, Padding claws, death in white Sorrow in recurring nightmare Instinct's test; fight or flight? Camouflage against the fence, A challenge; my subconscious fear Ominous slowly moving silence, "Let me in, there's a bear out here!"
Regret flows from the depths of my soul With the strength of a flood I have held these gates shut for too long And though tormenting, they should not be stopped. The thought of your anguish Even as I write to you now Stops my heart cold As well it should What I see in front of me Is a painting of our love Its most thoughtful brushstrokes Mottled by hurried abstraction and inattention A person who had not seen this masterpiece created Might think it to be refuse and pass it by unknowingly Letting be obscured the deep beauty of its many scenes By layers of the tarnish of mistreatment But as the painter I see beyond the dark smears To recall the hours that I attended to the details And wonder how I could let it become so discolored The painting that took me my life to create Has lost its divinity in my careless treatment And even if I were to refine it I fear you would always see it as it is today So today I paint a new masterpiece One inspired by the muse of respect A work that you can love through our old age One that you will look to each day for inspiration This one will take some time As I want my brushstrokes to be carefully placed I need to move steadily to ensure that this time, My art represents my dream This is my opus Don't judge me on my past works As I have never before had so much skill and inspiration And never before have I wanted to please you as I do today With you and my children as my muse I will paint for you a lifetime A portrait of devotion and friendship A panorama of passion and admiration All I ask is that you gaze upon it with an open heart And you shall unquestionably love me again
Ring, ring, ring ~ my phone rang in the middle of the night I picked it up, my voice as pale as a ghost so white "Melissa, it's Jason...meet me at the park in half an hour" My boyfriend of 3 years, what could he want this very hour? I wasted not a moment, I'm set and grabbed my keys I hurried down the stairs and nearly fell on my knees I'm nervous as hell, couldn't stop wondering of what's going on On my way, I prayed "Lord, let this be of light's dawn". I made it just in time, I saw him standing by a tree I walked closer, my face full of questions deeper than a sea He stared at me with eyes so silent, his body in a freeze I searched his mind but nothing to find, I felt the wind's cold breeze. He reached for my hand and handed me a piece "Open it Melissa, please...Don't let my warm heart miss, A smile of yours, or tears that I someday may no longer see" I shed tears of yes as he went on his knee... "Happy Anniversary, Will You Marry Me?"
Innocent Perfection Of Vibes Across The Telephone Line A stranger call's familiar voice familiar tone How do I amend for such a tone? Sinecure as a ghost to father past question remain have we met before? So the question that I a post do you believe, in coincidence or do you belief in fate So I decide to chat with her a minute to find out what her truth agenda was- As we would speak more and more we would start and finish one another sentence's And time with in time we would speak of the exact words in between sentences, a rare a currency Indeed Solomon tears do applied to form but I what it to pause and ask her, sure You don't have the wrong number what a coincidence that I was nineteen all on my on, and As I beginning to fall to sleep the telephone had begun to ring. Maybe it was fate As when I did decide to get a phone to get long distance as well, it looking in deeper. Only a fool would be dumb Found it to Hang up on such a soothing tone. As she kept the conversation with in an hour about her son that got Injury in College sports that happen to be part Cherokee same as me All I kept thinking is when did I register to vote? Soul channeling bed chancing we seem to be on a different plane, Maybe it's me or maybe it is us if god put us together surely the heaven would rumple, A vibe this strong could surely deceive the devil, (hat trick) Ghost handle of a ring barrel of a magnificent figure of mist of sure air of breeze seen such vibes across The Telephone line chills ran up and down my body standing strain hair up to freeze saying to myself what a Wonderful innocent of perfection to make an acquaintance still hook on the fact it was coincidence as She Apologize for speaking so long and thank me for being a great listener- Two and half years later time well spend in the hood that felt more like prison and trust me I'm from the Projects Like Ice cream milk and cream please and what I was told if I could make it in That hood I could make it in any giving hood giving the repetition of My city – It may have been fate as the whole project was rebuild spiritually and finance by the state And I had move into an apartment complex as I was told could go for a 1,000 in upstate; fate or coincidence as this familiar voice would call again but this time different name And she what it to sell me a product and what me to be partners in a company and water who could Market water and profit and, Idea Chesire to believe, but those that did belief proceed and say once again I said to myself when did I get money all and all six year later I was and looking to relocation the phone rings again instead of Asking Was this coincidence or fate? First thing came to mind was "Some One Clue Me In"- I figure out whom this Anonymous person was But when I say who in the world gives gift cards for cable all away from west Coast to "City That I'm From" saying to myself, is it still a recession? Was this fate? I had a place to live or did I have a Guardian Angel? Question after Question Miss and serve me- Will I ever get pay for my endeavors and read a quote that said "no good deed goes unpunished" And phone ring once more- To The look in A man's eyes never lies asking once more Was This Fate Or Coincidence- And the last words that came to mind before the college basketball finals game came on was Captivating and Memorizing-
I am a misprint, Ink blot on love, I remain a maybe Longing for fact, No speck of lint, A hand in glove. Thunder; a baby Will only react When you etch Parallel clouds, Whistling on cue To a dead town. Dream a sketch Of silent crowds Becoming you, This boiling crown Chews thought Into flagellation. Holes in the walls To spy through, Seeking a sort Of bricked-up sun. A heaven of halls, All leaving you.
I wish my heart could turn cold and stone, one fine day I would die alone. All my dreams and emotions, together with my poetic creations, I shall leave behind. Remember there was a heart so honest and kind To put an end to this pain that has driven me insane. To think of love in this deserted world, for I know there is no one to break the curse. A shoulder for my tears, Someone to hold my years. Endless nights in a lover's arm, to make my winter's warm. Alas ! I am a song with broken strings, my hopes are bellied with shattered dreams Red @ 2012
Painted me a lovely vision Of a dream.. made a decision Mirrored hues of just you and me The painter's brush said it could be Thus, you became my magnificent obsession Contest: Nette's "Reflections Of A Florette" Date: 9-2-14 Poet: Lyric Man
What is it to me that I cannot place you in the picture painted by the years the life has already spent? Do you merely lurk, and leave at a much later time? Or, maybe you are staying because you are meant to stay. Then, stay. If you may. I pray. While I find a place (for us) in the picture of eternities, the gods must be hiding, conspiring; themselves amusing. Ah, the grand scheme of things - a forgetting. A familiar spirit we feel - a remembering. (Note) This piece was inspiredly written for the beautiful souls - even the strangers - I have met along the way and will still come upon in my lifetime. To each special one, you have stirred quite a familiar spirit within. A remembrance of forgotten past, I suppose. Thank you for letting me peak through your soul's window. The veil of forgetfulness has never been thin as now to me. You have so given me a gift I shall treasure in the moments I may tend to forget who I truly am - a being with a soul.
The soul of the crab Oh how she hides behind that shell Lets no one see her feelings She's practical in everything But those feelings have her reeling She's sensitive, and hurt easy And her moods they be so many And yet she has not one bad bone Malice, she has not any. She be the one for queen and country Digs into history She's always loyal to her kin She loves her family She'll protect them with her life Don't no one touch her man!!! She has a brilliant memory And she'll get you when she can. Her mother, she loves very much But her children more than that Wherever there be family That's where she would be at And how she loves to entertain And cook delicious food And always she will be a mother In her heart will be her brood 9 August 2013 @ 2000hrs.
You are a person i've met before. The man who stands knocking at my door. I remember you from my dreams, Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams. You held the door open as I ran in for shelter from the cold weather & rain. You are the man I stood next to in line. You are the man I passed by I danced as you sang the songs chorus. I pushed my way through... the sea of people and stopped next to you. Amidst the crowd we stood, searching for a way out I looked around, I glanced in your direction, I looked past you I found my way out, I hurried my way through. I walked away having not met you. A second glance, I did not take, unaware that our meeting was fate. You are a person i've met before, Sometime ago on a night like tonight, The air was warm, the stars shining bright The night that we met, I danced that night, I danced and danced until the morning light I sat to lay my feet to rest, you came to me no different from the rest You asked me for a cigarette. An open chance to conversate knowing this interaction would not lead to a date We shared thoughts and ideas of similar interests. such as music and poetry, art and astrology. At the time I thought nothing of it, a casual meeting of the mind. Little did I know, I would continue to meet you throughout my lifetime. You are a person i've met before, I've read your book of poetry at the local book store. you write of life, love and family. You are a person i've met before, I've seen your paintings, they are hard to ignore You are the artist I dream of meeting You are a person i've met before. You are the man in my dreams, Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams. I've met you 100 times before, You are the man who stands knocking at my door.
Grogged, split into holographic shards: Hypnogog reveleations reflect One dreary dreamer. Divinity staggers to recall Itself in matter. Is God like peppermint? I think him more like meade caressing a breeze – just beyond the fresh whore. Bands of succulence orbit a soaked mind. The mandala, stony gravel out-stations brilliantly placed in the Logic, oddly so. In the centre the most divine Creation. The nipple more proud than unassuming more mirage-producing than drought. And all around the nipple children skip chasing fairies in the smoky glow. All around the nipple dance children, go. More ancient than childbirth. The cheek of Isis swirls itself into a Promise. Food was later, grown men (and women) don't know. The milk erodes its own palace. The screen remains; like the silence in a scream. Art only, ever in the making. The sacredness of a breast more than Nature produces. Some on the outer, independent scriptute. Some more honest, after some lost inner elixir. I say: the world would not last long without a breast. Copyright. 2009. JLM.
< this poem is not about what is written, but what is not written like the smile upon her face that looks nil and somewhat smitten and lochs of hair hanging instead of with bows and lace tell me my angelic angel have you fallen from God's good grace has your garments of thread gone out of time has your dance with the butterflies gotten out of rhyme have you been cast from your lovers heart or are you just looking to start over with brand new start has clouds silver lining rained upon your dreams has leafs dance gone frozen in crystal streams time stands still amidst wondering thoughts time stands still when lovers cant be sought Written By Katherine Stella 7/4/11 Entry For A Rambling Poet's The Unwritten Contest G.L. All
Jesus Is the Best Thing That Happened to Me! Jesus is the best thing that happened to me! He loves me so much! It's plain to see! Jesus has provided everything I need, to get tough! If it wasn't for him… I don't know what I'd do! Jesus has come, that I might life so abundantly! He's given me all I need… Most assuredly! He does for me, what nothing in this world, could ever do! And completely understands, everything I go through! He brings his peace, hope and a blessed satisfaction! I can have fellowship with him! A "heavenly interaction!" He can restore what the enemy has stolen and taken away! He brings a true meaning! And has changed me today! I'm very thankful! For all that he's provided! I'm going to live for him! This has already been decided! Thank you Jesus! My lord and my best friend! You've done so much for me! Over and over again! I praise your name! And want you to know… I'll tell others of your goodness… Wherever I go! By Jim Pemberton
People were Many things. Strange or not People were Different and Odd and fun. People were Monsters but… That's not all People were And still are Strange and odd. People are People. For life is life. Yet not. Not is lies. Truth seeps from Every mouth Lies, lies, lies Move, move, move But somehow Lies prevail. Lies are life. Lies are death. Lies are homes. Lies are pain. Lies are truth. Yet somehow. Truth prevails. Truth is life. Truth is death. Truth is home. Truth is pain. Truth is lie. Truth is that. Lies will die. Lies will cease. Nevermore. Truth will live. Truth will be. Forever.
As the Wind blows my hair, I realized that LOVE is somehow unfair. while sitting in the Balcony, I can hear a different symphony.. They say love is Blind, maybe it's true,cause true Love is Hard to find. Some say love is Everywhere. so maybe Mr.Right is just somewhere.. The love we feel is so hard to explain, maybe it's the trust we cant really maintain. The emptiness of one's heart can someone offer him/her a fresh start? i think,love is like a lullaby we hear everyday. and trust is one of it's strongest proof they say. If I'm stranded in an island, two sets of footprints, it's all i want to see in the sand. like in a shell ,feel the carved pain that is in me. Is it just me? or most of us are just too blind to see? while making this poem,i can feel my heart beat, wiping my tears, & wishing our two hands will meet. Until now, no one has the key, The key that my heart wants to see. While i was crying, no one has wiped my tears. is it hard to cast a glance & forget our own fears? someday, somehow, someone can sit w/ me to watch the sunset. & he will be someone whom i LOVE, i bet. I hope someone will like reading this, & value what they shouldn't miss.
Her Fate lies on a Predestined canvas Of muted red Darkness speaks truth Though gifts are silent Blindly, she feels for The magical key That will finally unlock His lonely chamber Her spirit is gentle Ready to disclose the one She has loved Forever… 'Drink the blood that patiently dripped from my heart into this Sacred Cask, and as you feel me rushing through your veins know…I love you' Can he see beyond Time's Regal cloak? Lift the veil of which separates logic and emotion? Sight and touch? She's coming for him soon With the key to his Rebirth 'Meet me at the Bottom of the Spiral Staircase' The tears she sheds Belong to him… For him… Reaching Within the nucleus of an Isolated cell Love hurts that much A seemingly black abyss She descends Answering to the Dark Moon's Call Discovering The deepest place That eats away at her flesh... She'll sacrifice her life For Him… If one moment His eyes see…
He'd had a hard life, with lots of worries and many medical bills to pay It all started he said, when his wife became ill, on that sad, spring day in May He tried to keep it all together for her, so she wouldn't have to worry She was so sick and frail, then her mind slowly became very blurry She hung on for her life, but over time her memory slowly began to fade away "It was such a long hard time", he said, "Then an Angel took her home on a warm July day" My heart was breaking as I pensively sat, listening to him quietly talk With tears in our eyes, we sat together, then I asked if we could go for a walk "People always pass me by," he said, "As if I'm not even standing there" "You're the only one," said he, "Who's taken the time to even show you care" "I don't want their sorrow or pity", he said, "Just some friendly care and love"! "I lost my wife and my life, when an Angel took her from above" "Never a tear in their eyes, or a friendly smile, never offering to lend a hand" "What if I was an angel?" he said, "Sent from God and no one lent me their hand"? After we left that cafe on that hot day in September I found a tiny emblem of an angel in my jacket pocket Something he must have left for me in order to remember Let this be a real good lesson to all of us, as a test of our brotherly love You never know if that homeless beggar is an angel sent from above I always think this to myself whenever I see a person in need "Are they an angel unaware looking to me for a helpful deed"? Stop and listen to the call you hear, the one your heart's been given Help those you see, take up their cross help them while you're still living Whenever passing by someone you see in need, try to let go of your greed Stop and heed your heart, give them a hand and do them a helpful deed. It's been three weeks now, since I've seen Sam standing on that street I've been so worried I stopped and asked many others that I meet "Has anyone seen that man named Sam, who stands alone on this corner"? When no one seemed to know, I asked my friend, that small café owner He told me that he'd seen Sam just the other day "It seemed odd", he said, "But he never even looked my way" A couple days later, I happened to read a short story in our local news It told of a homeless man named Sam, where they'd found only his clothes and shoes
Princess Tinsel. It was a day in springtime in the valley All the Elves and fairies gathered round Today it was the coronation morning Fairy Princess Tinsel would be crowned. As blackbirds and some thrushes in the treetops They warbled out a happy sounding song The crickets and the frogs joined in, in chorus You could tell that there was something going on. Fairy Princess Tinsel, she was lovely And on this very day she would be queen And all the woodland people were ecstatic For such a caring princess she had been. So then the valley's filled with happy laughter As fairy dust did sparkle everywhere For Princess Tinsel soon she would be ruler And oh, that lady was so very fair. And as I end this story our Queen Tinsel Has married her the prince who now be king And peace and happiness does rule the valley Which now they call "the land of everything". 21 August 2013 @ 1635hrs.
These thoughts I retrace in my mind each sin upon my heart I bind ingrained in eyes that cannot see O' God, be merciful to me This spirit that dwell deep within still calls my strands of soul to mend in my thoughts I cry desperately O' God, be merciful to me Gazing upward with tear in eye how longing breath can only sigh and guilt within won't let me be O' God, be merciful to me On cold floor I drop upon my knee I plead in love of hope to see my sin I've held without a key O' God, be merciful to me Soon a day surrender shall come to learn a gift of ancient drums of faith He says "eyes shall soon see" a lovely mercy given thee............................. ___________________________ Contest ~ "Jack OUT of the box"
My Latina Rose(Spanish) Los soplos fríos del viento en el blanco de la nieve que cogía una ojeada de usted que caminaba como una Latina se levantaron Le atestiguo a las alturas del cielo que no puedo dejar la mosca cerca Esta Latina se levantó la manera que ella me mira con cierta prosa brilla intensamente mi corazón Su sonrisa le ha hecho todo el de mérito mi Latina rose Peter LeBuhn Copyright ©2006 Peter B. Lebuhn Peter LeBuhn
The seemingly tranquil sky blooming with stars soon pierced by a distant cry that seems to swoon. Beneath dense trees standing tall to touch dark canvas painted after dusk, prowls the epiphany of all mother nature's tainted. The wise are often alone and the dangerous hated, but they express in moan their solitude, once more grated. Gradually their voices unite in a song across the valley, seeming to smite all of innocence's nest. The moon in her splendour moves to comfort the carnivores that commence, and yet her beam soothes not the beasts' sense. Torn between wrong and right the moon spreads her swanlike wings amidst the howls of her lovers, the kings of the night… among the wolves in the mist.
Flowers Not named Unknown to those with no curiosity Buds, that dream of one day blooming Being, more than they are Flowers living Being Thriving Touched by those who love Protected by those who wish to love Wishing to be more than they are Buds, not truly knowing if they are ready for the world Hoping they are strong enough Wishing to be the best You, Me, Us, Everyone
Already in the bar at about 7:45pm, as weak as a 'just fed' serpent my body movements, so slow, like a turtle, walking in caution of danger, feeling so stiff like a concrete block, and even my heart beat, I could strongly feel which outweighs the noise, music and bells all combined. Then came this lady, elegant and sharp very beautiful and on skimpy clothing. She sat with the aura of royalty, just three chairs away from me. I was cold, stiff and lost in space and her short red skirt accentuated her voluptuous curves. She graced with divinity and was absolutely magnetic, her attraction was so axiomatic to be unnoticed. Her smile? They were inevitably contagious, and all one could do is to fall sick of a follow up excitement. She twisted her Neck gently and tenderly, turning left and right as she talked to the persons around her. Her words, so soft and peaceful, could turn even a Lion on. Her changing positions, switching legs to cross over the other, only made me more of a moron. My ego dropped, principles sublimed and I was in the depth of wretchedness and lustful desires, sudden heat from an internal inferno came out of me, Those wonderfully, shaped, spotless and artistic legs of hers, stopped my systemic circulation, increasing my lust for her. Nothing can describe perfection, not even close to this beauty. Her naturally curved circumferential breasts, which dangle as she speaks, sapped all oxygen in me. The way she licked her lips during any pause in conversation, so red, flexible and thin, has made me drown so deep in sin, Not even gallons of whiskey nor hundreds of bottles of beer could make me stare away from this rare creature. I just needed that particular soft touch from her, I needed to smell the stimulating scent from her hair, exhibiting such liberty like a loose elastic ring. A wonder of Nature and an epitome of sexuality, the symbol of masculine vulnerability and the object of love and lust, all in one package is what even the Angels covet the most, and here is one who is just three yards away from me. as I stood up like a transformed wrecked engine, with full confidence as though ready to face a panel, all of a sudden I heard "Honey, I am done for today, let's go home" coming from the bar Tender. As I stood up in shock and Heartbreak I checked my watch and it was still 7:45pm.
Without him beside me, my future seems so bleak, being naïve, i was told he was not meant for me. Ignoring this world of cruelty and its power tear our world apart. Now sitting i ponder why I being so naïve from the very start My tomorrow will never come, for I will forever live in his yesterday. Turning my back on the one who loved me in every single way. Not even time can heal a shattered heart, but I guess somewhere in his heart he loved me after all Many times I've dreamt of him and unable to hide my tears, As I reminisce that sad day I decide we go our separate ways, I pinch myself, as in a dream, knowing it is not true, How could I let go of such a man, no woman would ever do. I remember the look in his eyes when he dropped by and found my note. Pain crippled on his face leaving such a heart in pain, as he read along "My heart is with you but I will forever be alone, never will you and I share a place of our own. Rejected by all to cross the color line thinking my love is blind". If again such a love should come my way, I'd break free of those dark days I'd confess my true heart and reject the rest and break through this racial barrier and fallow my lovers path wherever he lead to ease this heart that beat to grieve.
Was it enough or was it too much? Sometimes too fast but always too slow! God knows that I come with these seeds that grow. Inside and out I absorb every single touch, But why should I? Why should I be the only one that knows? Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go! I say I can qualify! Where was I and why was I there? Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt! God knows that I come riding in on a prayer. I absorb every single touch inside and out, But why should I? Why should I be the only one that cares? Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare! I say I can magnify! What did I say and what did I do? Sometimes too quite but always too loud! God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud. Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you. But why should I? Why should I be the only one in the crowd? Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how. I say I can intensify! Do I want to or do you need me to? Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don't care. God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue. I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare. But why should I? Why should I be the only one with this view? Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you! I say, "I SANCTIFY"! ®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich
M-Were both dead, are souls seperate F-I open my eyes and i feel in hell M-I see the big golden gates with angels around F-I see pits of fire ,demons stabbing me M-The gates widely opeing for me F-I see chains on me, I dont want to cry M-I see...Theres no words to describe the beauty F-Am i really dead..am i really in hell, baby where are you M-I'm in heaven baby its so beautiful,so calm F-Not here , i hear horror , screaming,yelling, chains dragging M-I dont want to leave this pleace, I'm in love with it F-I dont wnt to be in hell,where did i go wrong M-Baby i wish you were here with me,where are you F-No,no i dont want to burn , no no help me please M-I'm in love, I'm so free, i can fly i'm an angel The thunder from the heavens fall The golden gates rapidly close Our souls run back into are body Our eyes finally meet F-It was only a dream,but it felt so real M-I had a dream to,but i wish not to say F-Baby i want to say ,i love you,i will never cheat on you M-I love you to, i will not either F-Hold me will you please M-Yes, but lets go back to sleep
I see you as if reflected in your dressing table mirrors or the waters of the old garden pond You hear me through the echos or whistling little answers things you've not quite placed from through the veil That separates the times of life and death You see me through the window In the nature of the robin Know when I'm around through scents you breathe I leave you little signs like a solitary pure white feather Place where you can find it So you know my love I'm with you Just a simple little pleasure shows I live But my dear I wait here for you As I bless you with my presence I walk through troubled times right by your side And I fight the good fight with you in my stride I see those tears of sadness When your head is on your pillow Now that you know I am still with you Perhaps now you can smile and shine with pride For you know within your conscience I'm your guide
I have loved it all I have loved it all Adored the whole of it All those foolish dramas The dirt and all the grit The joy, and all it's sorrows I've really loved it all All in all my life is beautiful. I've heard folk moan about old age But not me, never, no Cause every day forever more I'll always feel that glow That comes from living happily Within this now, and here I'm holding each new day so very dear. I have loved it all I have, that's how I be Oh, I'm so glad to be here With my philosophy My fate knows what she's doing And she'll do right by me. You'll never hear me moaning About my years so far Cause all is an adventure With me, the leading star And when I leave this shell behind I'm quite prepared to go Though where I'm bound for then, I do not know.
her bones were pretty like the rest of her it hard to say the flesh curved flowed into stalks and fruit legs and hips breasts and torso throat and long flowing hair her eyes in a nudeness gleamed such contours to her mysterious geometry. i took the penciled and transformed her uncovered her into a herd of cubes a orbit of globes a hymn of Cylinder a lotus of pyramids.... but somehow the shapes did not suffice or reflect the planes of her perspective and so i drew a secret shape from heroine surface i buried deep my desires my fingers mapped a little shadow i discovered in the weave of her ribs a serenity crosshatched in a navel the foretelling of a breath and a pout my lines discovered on the corners of her chin the blossom of fulness on a lip found a sweep of redness across cheek sweetness like the morning against the smoothness of paper.
Life is full of fear. It devours everyone. Danger lurks in every turn. Fear devours us. Locking us in turmoil. Afraid to look back, Not wanting to know what's behind us. Afraid to look forward, Not wanting to move on. Afraid to look left, Afraid to look right, We are all filled with fright.
I Looked At The Mirror Mirror, Looked Back At Me I Asked The Mirror What Do You See ? The Mirror Smiled "Same As You See" I Touched The Mirror The Mirror, Touched Me Pressing To Break Thru Glass Vanity For Tho Eye To Eye Sometimes I See Mirror's Right Is Left To Me And My Right Side … Made Mirror Left I Got Perplexed At Imagery And I Turned Away From Mirror And Mirror Turned From Me Our Backs To Each Other Exposed Rigidly But, Both Turned Back To Face And Touch Same Place, And Be Contained and Content In Each Other's Space Respectfully We Shattered The Barrier Between Mirror and Me Back To Reflecting Our World And The Same Things, We See … Oh … Mirror, Mirror … Reflecting You and Seeing Me …
And when the seed has been nurtured and sunlight grace adorn And when all is said of wisdom and love has persevered in song Where each prayer has fallen upon the fields and completion has granted a dream a feast of God's promise shall rise above in a breath of eternity...
< Look ! Look deep into my eyes You are getting sleepy ~ sleepy By the Ring Of The Bell You'll get up and Light The Candle Ring ~~~~~~~~~~ Ring Now walk walk towards the sound of my voice Now kneel Kneel down by this stone fireplace Now wrap wrap those loving arms around me Now kiss kiss me on this waiting neck Now Don't Don't stop until I Close The Book Written By Katherine Stella 10/21/11
Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns
Blossoming Effulgent sun proffers love Clambering… Ascending Above the undergrowth…of Thorns and weeds Furtively The moon unravels wonders Glimmering
The silent bell rings in the night, Calling the devils to kneel to the light, What once was, becomes no more, As the light breaks through the open door. What you think and what you feel, What you saw and thought was real, Is now only dust on the road, The desolate remains of your ancient abode. The new light is rising on the hill, The new song is singing down in the well, The new souls are dreaming of your face, The new hearts are beating at you pace. The old ideas and reasons you gave, Are buried in the tomb and in the grave, The rotting bone and flesh are gone, In the morning dew, in the morning sun. The light shines through the open door, Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor, The ancient laws of reason and might, Crumble to dust in the morning light. What once was real and certain as rock, Is now the dream the baby forgot, The new light coming to wake you my love, The silent lamb and the flying dove. more of my poems at : http://labyrinthoflies.com
That of a different kind A different colour A different breed Its colour pure and simple From a complicated mix of genes Petals of the White Rose have never been plucked no questions were asked to it: 'do you love me or do you not?' Only one has ever smelled it embracing its full allure for others tossed it to the side, unable to endure That person also of a different kind a different colour too black as the darkest of nights so very sinful and untrue Step by step he took walking through the forest path until a little shimmer caught his eye dragging him close by Both knees on the floor as he acquainted the pricks of thorns upon them but for the pain he did not care for the White Rose had grasped his stare he lifted it to steal to keep for only him and not to share And so the white rose lived and died upon his shoulder making the eyes tear slowly, the eyes of their beholder.
Good night, My Dancing Moon Light. Drifting into the cloudy night. So far away up in the sky. Yet you feel so close it makes me high. Looking out across the ocean, Filling my heart and soul with emotion. I wrap in my blanket for the night. Then I imagine you holding me tight, Until I'm awaken by my Sun Shine Kiss of Delight.
In the center of our galaxy from 1992 through 2003 astronomers were able to observe a star, orbiting compact radio source Sagittarius A. The star had an orbit with average radius 1.4x1014 m and period 15 years. From this information astronomers estimated the mass of Sagittarius A. v = 2π(1.4x1014)/(15x365x24x60x60) = 1.86x106 m/s a = (1.86x106)2/(1.4x1014) = 0.0247 m/s2 0.0247 = (6.673x10-11)M/(1.4x1014)2 M = 7.24x1036 kg 7.24x1036/(1.989x1030) = 3.6 million suns! Astronomers infer that Sag. A is a supermassive black hole (it cannot be seen)! OH LITTLE STAR
It makes no sense to Withdrawals what left with yesterday Anonymous love... We await the return of the dead, Wondering what is it on the other side!! Yet.. Nobody comes, and nobody speaks to us, Silence overnight, Without croaking frogs, without sparkling stars.. Only an abstract panel, Where the sky with the earth join in the line of sight Hunger for beauty, An explosive eager attached to the shoulders of gods, While funeral prayers embrace yellow autumn leaves.. Then I asked you: do you remember when we infiltrated beneath the scrolls of time? Ambigous destiny awaits my love Oh, I got my soul in after life...
. The unicorn came Drawn by fragrant spring flowers... Unexpected freeze
Introduction: Life is a mystery with many ups and downs throughout the journey. The journey filled with thoughts of tranquility and turmoil. But the perfect sensation is the time when you get to feel closer to your Almighty, the one who understands you the best, your closest friend, your hope and light, your solution to every problem, The mystery you came to life to solve and to believe in. Even in the happiest and the saddest moments, He is always there when you need Him. Right now I am, thinking what to write Holding my pen, it's almost midnight, I'm truly out of words, to express my whole life, It's so absurd, cut all pain through a knife And I wish I could feel, Your presence in my soul I know that You know, what I am going through And I'm not sure I believe, unless I really feel But I know when You're not there, so I pray to feel You near Now I can see, what this life is about Now I do know, I'm too lost without, Diamond in the rough, that's what I was But now I'm reborn by the shower of Your bliss I'd die to satisfy, I'd do everything I can, No matter how tough, after all I'm a man I won't fall apart, You're always in my heart I'd swim oceans and more, only to be Your friend This undying grace of Your creation, Time and space, more than perfection You've opened my eyes and showed me the truth You've blessed peace to my soul; I know what's my role I see two key coins, one black and one white And all I have to join, the one with your light Life is as it is, we make it our own Hard or easy, full or alone Everything grows, as they all involve With the rose you put down, to show us what's love I wake up early, to see Your beauty, Throughout the morning sun, I feel complete and done, I drive all the way and see my problems solved, By Your love from above, I stand still so firm Everything I do, everywhere I go, Every moment I breathe, I remind myself of You…my Almighty.
I'll call you by name in the silence of my dreams... for eternity.
This poem came about by a discussion at work describing a memphis burger and a classic one. I told someone they flowed together and they didn't believe me so I wrote this: I went down to memphis There was this, classic chick With them hips, and red lipstick A kiss so delicious that I promised to this miss I would not dissapear But I was dishonest, I thought I made it clear That this situation between the two of us Was not serious But she was delrious Became so furious that That month she had two periods It only takes one to end my sentence 25 to life, Im not doin the time on that sentence Doesn't matter if she gets me presents Don't care if she gets madder that I am not present, yet she gets sadder cause she still feels my presence It wont be pleasant, if she doesnt let me leave peacefully So I packed my things in the middle of the night Took off asap so she couldn't pick a fight Flew right back to my little house on the right Split so fast like Kim Kardash was my wife Realized that I just dodged a couple of knifes It seems whack, But I just had to run and hide This commital thing isnt for me I am brittle, I crack too easily Got to be careful cause I need Room to wiggle cant be Strangled or tied down, I know It'll come back around Hurt triple the times when karma Shoots me down from the sky So for right now, sayonara, beddy bye Nice to know ya, good night
What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn't be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble! We'd all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn't born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn't be able to display this during our "festivity." It's almost like this now! It's an "ever increasing business." It seems like nearly everyone wants "Christ out of Christmas!" Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it's true meaning? The very words; "Merry Christmas," seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; "Happy Holiday." They worry they may "offend." Having a "holiday" without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior's birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let's not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he's done. As we bring honor to Christ. God's precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton 12/05/11
Inspired by my very beautiful wife Like a River to the sea Like a river, to the sea That's how my love does flow to thee Just like the moon reflects the sun So I reflect your love, my darling one You be my haven in a storm When I feel cold you keep me warm You're my best friend, my lover too You be my rose, my darling I love you My darling every time I hold you to me A symphony rings out from mystic realm No matter what this life should ever give to me I'll ride each wave with you here at my helm Just like a star that shines so bright You be my light on the darkest night You be an angel with such power You nurture me and make my being flower. 20 July 2013 @ 1135hrs.
Life is a Devastation upon request, When you live each moment like the rest. Trying to fit in, Wearing a mask, It's killing you inside, You have nowhere to hide. As your heart falters, And your breathing stops, You fall into the dark abyss. Not knowing what's on the otherside, Not caring 'cause you have died. Goodbye light, Hello darkness
Twinkling eyes that sparks, funny how emotions can takes over the heart Impossible words that is hard to find, thinking one movement and he might cross the line. He wore his pride like a badge, but the wounds in his heart is deep, and for him to love again is just a broken dream. Even through loneliness scream when he's under his sheet, He rather succumb to its sting, other than listened to the silence song his Heart had to sing. Known his heart is a self made wall, And he's not the type of man she should tell how much she loved afterall. Thoughts kept running through his mind when he recall how profound he looked her in the eyes. Making him feelings so awkward that he could not control all he knew is having her besides him daily, his love will grows. He realize that her tender care is the only thing that keeps him alive, yet he Settled with routine and afraid go beyond the boundaries. She reaches out to feel his touch, but somehow had not get enough Thinking of going her way, but she knew her mind will suffer in everyway He took her in his arms, where she found security. Hands in hands She looked in her lover eyes and saw the love inside and Made him show the feelings, he always had to hide Tears fell down his face as emotions takes over his body language says everything and there things became clear.
At the end of the rainbow's a bucket Brimmin' over w' leprechaun gold An' the hound that they left there t' guard it Is toothless and grouchy an' old He sleeps in the rain To a tireless refrain At least that is what I've been told So I'm leavin' today An' I'm findin' a way Then expectin' t' say I made glitter full endings unfold If I get it away I'll be willing t'pay For someone to care for Me cat
That night, knowing she loves butterflies; He promised her a visit in fairy disguise, In doubt that he might, she bought, Knowing he adores, a sample boat; Yet she never believed in his fairytale In the morning, she caught a rare butterfly, And pinned it onto the white plastic sail, Then she began to cry, annoyed by his lie.
To be touched and loved for the skin I'm in. To be felt and to fight for the beauty within. How lovely the thought of a dark empty night, Where nothing is good but everything's right. Do you stop when the mistress temptation arises? Or do you savor the moment behind clever disguises? The human heart will not lie, and it's never a choice, It's having the courage to find your own voice. With passion and lust coursing deep through your veins Will you reap your reward and let beauty reign?
< one is an lonely number but the night is still yet young so I will pray to moon's God to send me an prince an knight and shining armor to protect his ones princess against the darkness evil beneath stars blanket as the midnight embers burn in our loves conjoinment dance the autumn's wind blows and howls I awake from dream Entry For Tracie's Dodoitsu's Contest Gl All
The day I met my man I met my man in sixty two When life was mellow, peaceful too It was outside a movie place He had a shy look on his face At nineteen all my dreams came true He was quite tall, and handsome too Never thought I'd meet a man like he He beguiled me with his mystery. Later he walked me to my door Didn't think I'd see him any more As we both kissed and said farewell Our future I could not foretell. The next day he was at my door From then I saw him more, and more Some lovely times we had together We'd never had such fun, not ever Now here we are fifty two years on The same sweet love, nothing has gone This love will last until forever Until our deaths, we'll be together. 25 May 2014.
They say no man had been on her lands, Yet there she lies, Lonely And Untouched. Her emerald dress glittered against the sunlight. Wafting with every passing breeze, Revealing her dark, creamy skin. Tempting me with what laid underneath. She sings with every passing breeze. Her enchanting voice humming to the tune of the forest. She was beautiful and enchanting. Yet there she lies, Lonely And Untouched. The smell of soil and dew hung onto her. Perfuming her body. And she heaved with every passing breeze. Her body was positioned for discovery. And she was filled with endless of mysteries. Untouched. Yet she did not resist my body. She took me in, Mesmerizing me with her every move. Capturing me with every passing breeze. And there I lay, Brushed against her soft, virgin skin. Feeling lucky, To be where no man has been.
HAVEN INTRO. *I am a lover of vampire stories and movies. So, I have decided to try it on for size, and create a free verse series, on my own conjuring Vamp love story…Hope you enjoy!! ~Miranda~ NOTE: a new chapter will be added once a week, stay tuned! Aberration defines this creature He walks among us all Although he blends quite well Is only seen at nightfall… >"Master DeRay, I've found doubt in myself," Says Tate, in cold confusion "My eyes beheld a beauty, her blood… Smelled so luxurious, I WANTED IT, I YEARNED for it, but some urge against myself Restricted me from her taste…" His mind pondered his words- he uttered slowly, "…as if she was favored against me." DeRay alarmed, sifted swiftly toward Tate Face so filled with hatred Scornful looks, that could pierce Tate's granite form. "So you've been consumed by infatuation, eh…" Words like venom from the tongue "An ignited flame in the devil him self: The enchanter has been enchanted. Have you reached the un-dead senile age?" DeRay belted a screech of laughter From the pit of his empty stomach… "Ah, but the strong finds his weakness… After 335 long years… What do you propose I do with you now?" Tate leans closer, his eyes a twisted noir " What do you wish...master…brother?" A taunt towards DeRay, as he whispers the reply, " Leave me Tate, I ban you from this court, If I see you again, you know I must Bring your everlasting life to it's end" Tate shot a saddened glare Which brought shivers to DeRay's spine "I will not stand below you DeRay, Your power, Is an equal to mine. Just as you say We can't feel, yet I do, I will show you we can live without The need to kill." DeRay turns to respond, But, Tate obeyed his will. A young woman he seeks. An un-beating heart fulfilled….< NEXT****Chapter 1: Miss Raliegh Eila Beydritch Est. submit date: 3/18/2011 6 pm
I want a love that fills my veins like liquid fireworks sweet like sugar and cinnamon strong enough to knock me off my feet, like a mighty ocean wave, yet gentle and magic like the forgotten lyrics to a nursery rhyme I want our spirits to soar into a bright forever like two yellow balloons released, by the tiny, sticky hands of a little child I want, my man, to know my true self like the words to a favorite song on the radio to feel me, all that is me rhythm bound from a beaten street drummer I wish to be a bright guiding light as the first star to your empty night A familiar love, as traveling back to a childhood spot your first love kiss... first bully fight... first playground crush lost... I want a love that encompasses my senses, envelopes me from nothing, like the steam from my rose petal tea filling my pores leaving me rejuvenated and refreshed A love, whom steals my worries as a thief in the night and greets me with doe- eyed kisses, once rounding up a fight I speak these words into the universe, to send me a love to call my own what path will my soul mate travel to me, mysterious mystical journey unknown
I'm tired of the lies, I'm tired of the deceit, I'm tired of the rumors, I'm tired of it all. I'm tired of the pain, I'm tired of all the heartaches, I'm tired of the break-ups, I'm tired of it all. I'm tired of the hatred, I'm tired of the sadness, I'm tired of the anger, I'm tired of it all. I wish everything was perfect. I wish everyone could get along. I wish all the negative things in the world could be tossed away. I wish, I wish, I wish...but this is reality, and here...NOTHING is perfect.
I remember the smiles From a thousand miles, The crowd that gathered, The smiling baby to be fathered, The blessings made, That their hopes do not fade, I heard the general chorus, The strength, the happiness, the force. But a different group, Came in a huge troop, All, new faces of a different birth, To witness a fallen strength.
Betrayal of love By Steven Cooke He cares not for conversation, Though he moans all day. He is not handsome, Yet beauty will seek him He cares not for any one lover, For he loves them all. My friend is ungainly, And children run from him. He cares not for broken hearts, Or for poets dreams, Though their pen would be silent, without him His manners are questionable, For he takes all, without asking. And they cannot refuse. He grows fat from their offers, But he always craves more, For his lovers cannot resist, The secret our lover keeps. They reveal all willingly, Just to hold him. Two strangers naked for love. For they need his touch, To complete their love. He is an addict , His addiction made worst. Tempted by the summers colour, Climaxed by sweet odours, A conspiracy of love. for him to taste. But I will betray him. I will calm him down. I shall rob him of his prize, For I too am a lover And I need his sweet offerings To give to my love. You see We know each other well He does not question me, Though I hold his real love for ransom I do not question him, Though my future is his to command, You see I am his keeper And he is the Honey bee
From a three-sided angle Astrological purpose is unmangled Triangle on top Square on the bottom Bright halo around God Our tears fill His bottle A Pyramid is a monument to death A Tabernacle of wealth Which comes into effect When there's no longer breath Is it mourning or celebration in stealth Beyond Technology Architectural prophecy Geometrical philosophy The place where Kings and Queens lay Buried on a sun-disk Dedicated to Day The final form to decay Hands form this shape When they're positioned to pray.
On the beauty of the river Oh, the beauty of that river! It's like I've never seen Just looking from my chalet door Oh, what a lovely scene On this cool morn the silent river Reflects the many hues As the sun shines down on the Tingle threes Creating wondrous views No artist could have painted better That river shines so bright As sparling gems of wondrous power Do give my eyes delight And greens and blues, and misty hues Shone out in mystic power A magic glow within my heart Does turn into a flower. As little wrens of gentle blue Do twitter in the grass Two ducks sit down here by my feet And as the moments pass I thrill them with a simple tune As that river flows on by To touch my heart with a gentle tug As soul, with joy does cry 26 JULY 2013 @ 1426hrs This poem is for the Beauty contest.
Or is he heartless?
It's raining outside today, Can't you tell? Even though the curtains are drawn tight And the only sound in this silence is the echo of a stuttering breath I know That it's raining outside today And I know it by the gloom in my heart.
we went outside. the walls, they finally weren't safe anymore. it all happend just for us spending time together. the walking were full of fear and we full of plans. we couldn't wait for this to happen just for spending time together. looking for a car on the streets... the people left them, lost in the need to jumble or mild. they happend just for us spending time together. we drove to a store to pick up our toys, while people were eaten up by the hungry ones. it all happned just for us spending time together. orbiting through dust and waste, seemed like everything was downfalling, but the sounds and the pressure. it wasn't the end of the world. it was the beginning of a new one, and it was there just for us being together in the same corner of the night.
Take my hand and walk with me, ill show you side of a world that you never seen. Ill show you where its ends meat and where gangsters meet, this is where all the goons come out to play and steal the street. No one goes into my hood, we done really care for you angry mood. Music will blare everywhere around out street, it's always dark and you cant see anything but peoples feet. Your eyes open up so wide and a smile appears on your face, you tell me you love this part of my village, and your heart stands no chance. You ask me if you can stay with me and i answer, "ill need some more protection for you, and make it seem like i had nothing to do. It is my hood, don't get me wrong, i protect what i love with all my heart, even if it means to kill one of my own demons for you, and put you as the start. You walk me out to the streets where every one is dancing to the blaring music, to give me another chance, we walk out onto the floor and begin to move your body in a way i never seen before, than you lean to me and ask, "would you like to dance"? Dedicated to: Esther Baleva! PS: My one and only Angel. I Love Her!
As sun peeks from scattering clouds, nature follows suit as all gets bright. And with plants reaching up to golden halos, animals appear and bask in its silky delight. Such is her smile after a cloudy and misty day, refreshing and eternal as sol's awakening.
Nightfall was here, The reward for his habitual labor was well on its way, Storming through borders, Invading backwards cities, Collecting pieces and parts, Digesting human heart. Suddenly his hot lit eyes, Spotted an unusual sight, Her reflection off the quiet lake, Stifled his appetite, His nostrils flared exposing smoke, For autumn's chill consumed his cloak, He swept across the trees, Causing her to feel an abrupt breeze, She looked around, but noone was there She knew a presence had snuck a stare, She continued on her way, Then felt compelled to pray, Asking God to bring to her, A man that would love her so, Vocalizing that she didn't care, If his looks were hard for others to bear, As long as he could truly love, And appreciate her like his dove. She would be grateful, For her heart wasn't capable of being hateful, She prayed the rest of her way, While this man of the night Listened intently to every word she did say, And when she got to her humble little home She went to bed all alone, Now the time was half past two, This beast did not know what to do, For his night had now become defeated, For her words had made his will depleted, He began to weep, His wounds were deep, Nevertheless, all that came out were howls, He became an animal in love that could only let out growls, The anguish of this tragic story, He yearned to be held by all her glory, He proceeded to watch her while she slept in peace, She was an angel, he was a beast Then around 6 am This beauty woke to start again, When she walked outside, Her face went white and her eyes grew wide, Her little house had foot prints all around, Shaped like hearts but marks from a hound, A message from a tormented slave, Someone not even her love could save. By:Sabina Nicole Contest: wolfman in love 10-8-11
Do unto others, as you would have done. Listen for guidance, while up comes the sun. Quietly, softly as you sit and pray, you'll feel in your heart, they have plans for your day. Bask in the goodness their presence imposes; just listen for signs, until the day closes. Savor the people, the places and things, and all of God's creatures, whatever He brings. For unto your path that you walk, you'll soon see, God's message unfolding for what you're to be. If you feel a slight tug, just follow their guide. Your actions of goodness will come from inside. The wisdom of Angels is here in our lives. They're constantly working to relieve our strife. Soft and furious the candlewick dances. Our lives are filled with second chances. Believe that Angels are caring for you, especially when you're feeling blue. Whatever your worries, whatever your fright, just meditate lovingly, on the candles dancing light. Then let your eyes wander to God's beauty outside; and know that your Angels will be your guide. Ask them to stay with you throughout your day, when you are working and even at play. Moments of silence renews our souls! Carry this goodness and watch what unfolds. We all are so busy, but if we take time, we'll come to the place where we'll feel sublime. Breathe it, allow it, feel it, dream it, know in your heart and then you will see it. The wisdom of Angels is a present from God. He sends them to you with a wink and a nod. It's a playful and kind and loving thing, to be touched by an Angel, will make your heart sing! B E L I E V E !!!!! Michelle D. ©4/28/2011
No lies to the heart she says only ties will do to the lonely, To make a union of two hearts that makes a reunion of a feeling called love. So lets rejoice and throw the doves to the wind and look to the pictures in the sky. Now we can kick off our shoe's and take off our golden wings and send off in a chinook wind. so now you can tell no lies as we are tied into one,Our reunion has just begun
Joanna Davis You can pass it on with Just a touch It really doesn't take Too much A wink, a smile Unspoken look There's no end to love's Great book Your heart will feel Soul can tell Passions rise to form A spell Once it's cast none Can break All earthly riches You'll forsake To feel its heat Breathe it in Love's not a game you play To win Cost to give, free To take Price you pay Heart the stake Some will accept Others berate A single kiss will seal Your fate If lovers knew They'd never win This game of love Would not begin They'd be no children On this earth If women shied At pain of birth For as long as life They'll lovers be Love's here to stay In Perpetuity
Behind the shadows of one of my dark nights, I could always hear your damning scream. So destructive you are and most definitely the principle to my pleasure with this pain. In the still of one of my Moonlit nights, Entire shadows went completely insane. It cursed me until finally I gave in and I came. Standing behind despairing shadows, they seemed so supreme. That beast is much too hollow for the depth I declare to redeem. That beast has such an untimely yet, climatic recognition. And he is much too wicked for my most harsh extremes. All at once these moments brought forth my own conviction. He calls out to me begging me by my God-given Earthly name. My, my how he opens my constricted eyes in an upright direction. To the true nature of a man living in a wondrous cloth so plain! That beast is more than I could've ever dared to imagine him to be. My Dearest God I do say to my one and only admirable Thee, I love that Heavenly King, thy Holy One and no more can I add. His depth I feel even when I am not what I seem. Yet, I hold a masters key to that beauty in the beast. Forever and always, you shall reign an Earthly king so enjoy your feast. Even when the whole wide world thinks that I have gone completely mad, Yet, I am perfectly holding the only hope even when they are all insane. To God Almighty and to you earthly kings, I give to you my right hand delivering priceless love blessed by my name, Because I was the only one through sickness of my own weakness, So now their courage shall bleed with every bit of their gambled pain. I say to you, the beauty in the beast has finally earned his rightful name. Albeit, I also say to you that victory shall forever rise above his reign.
My heart sleeps. I lead it to, tell it to, Want it to, beg it to. Slumbering, breathe Painlessly in and out. In… and out… In… and out… Quiescent, breathe Painlessly in and out. Sleep my secret, sleep.
written 2nd Aug 2013 This life is not as it should be pick up your wife, can't you see You're her husband, stand up! give her a reason, to again believe She means 'everything'....to this family shutting the door leaving her totally... Alone Do you actually know her at all... damaging her heart and soul, deep within it's cold Loneliness consumes her, it's been so long it must be asked...do you still love her? Are you willing to help her to her feet again? or shall you sit back and watch, as she see's the end This is completely left for only you, her husband to declare how much does she really mean to you...do you still care? Will you step up, or let her rot into total depression, you see it... Love and care, or death and dispirit It's all up to you! Her loving husband, what will you do.....
Slip the glove onto my skin, Touch my skin please, For your warmth I yearn, This glove that has barricaded my soul, Has left me unattached, Leaving me and you strangers, You stand next to me, But the essence of you I do not sense, Rain falls on my face but my skin stays dry like the Nile, This votive glove you have given me without malice, Has forfeit my life into the lonely wolf, Walking through the snow unable to feel the cold crysta flakesl, Protection is your gift but solitude is the curse, At dawn I can not longer enjoy the gentle wind As it use to kiss upon my face, And sound of music is heard But can not longer enter my soul, Kiss me The passion of your kiss is now a memory, Falling into darkness I search for you But I can no longer feel your hand If you are there then leave me in darkness, For this has left me blind This glove that is now permanent ink on my skin,, Has stolen you from me Leaving me and you strangers...........
Love midst the flowers The roses bloom so endlessly In pink and red and yellow And orange too with purest white As the morn feels soft and mellow We sit together drinking tea As love fills all of me And oh, it feels so wonderful Cause, that's the way love be. The birds sing out in tenderness As they pray to the golden sun And you and I sit sipping tea No longer two, but one As the love, the joy of perfect love Does deep within me sing Those birds are singing just for us And so much bliss do bring. The Sun shines in the deep blue sky I smell the whiff of Jasmine As love sings from a gentle heart Above all worldly din As you and I together, dear We sit here sipping tea Nothing matters in the whole wide world But the love twixt you and me.
Amazing love begs perception, wide the fields' uncertainty, deep the valleys of depression, Why me, Lord, why tragedy? When difficulties we embrace, is accident on purpose? Seeds produced by misfortune's grace lie just below the surface. Roots of hope with blooms that rally smother buds of pain and doubt. These are lilies of the valley turning breakdowns wrong side out. Trust becomes our rose of Sharon that is stayed by sacred sheath. Watch the maze of weeds turn barren as raring love springs thru the heath.
THE B.T.N. (BETTER THAN NOTHING) LOVE If I had faced then the lonely hall, The black entrance into my own absence If I had not lifted the phone to call Each acquaintance, would I be so tense But my urge to love and live is so immense These cradling arms of plastic only stale And I am ridiculous and intense And all rejection like a ragman's bale With waves of pain beating on the wall Crying to someone, somewhere, to speak sense - My questionable right to love you all Somehow in absence, seems that more intense, Yet can be measured in this dying squall, As I am waiting for your questioning call.
He walks alone with rain pounding on his head Blood lust in his eyes, his heart is dead He walks slowly though the night Each step illuminated by a lightning strike - A woman looks out the window of her dorm In fear of the violence in the storm Lightning illuminates the sky And a dark figure catches her eye Opening her door she walks down stairs Exiting the building, she's immensely scared But for some reason she feels she must approach That dark figure, the man drenched and soaked - He watches her approach with lifeless eyes Right between the two, lightning strikes from the sky Then an unknown emotion flickers on his face He grabs her and gives her lips a quick taste Then he smiles and holds her by his side Seemingly in a trance by her grey eyes Together they continue to walk Its not long before they vanish in the dark --- They say love tames and i think this was a case Where his blood lust was overpowered by her sweet taste The power of love is extremely strong But i think love was also the reason that he first went wrong
When a man cries himself to sleep, it is a sad sight to see, tears roll off his cheek and onto his bed sheets and pillow case. When you hear his somber cries, you can feel his pain when he wimpers like a child who treds in fear. No one knows what they do to a man when they play with his emotions, lead him on, take advantage of him. They don't know what they do to an innocent man looking for love. They break his heart that is full of love, they stab him in the back when he needs them at his most vulnerable moment they laugh at him, and tease him, Do they know what they do to a man? They slowly kill a man, who just wants a simple kiss on the lips, they kill a dreamer, a good man, with a big heart. They drive a man to his bed, with tears running down his face and force him to dream of nightmares. When a man cries himself to sleep, it is that saddest thing to see. Goodnight and sweet dreams...
In the darkness I fight your presence in my senses. Every night the ghost of your body refuses to abandon me and your thorns poke holes in my thin soul which pours out to chase your every move. The light of dawn comes leaving me empty and insane yearning for another day in your haunting passionate proximity. Nothing before was ever like you, nothing could ever confuse and soothe me at once.
26. The low level haze Carries the smell of smoke superbly. The morning cooled daze Leaves no room for joking. Silence flies a dove. The May early Sunday Marries the peace of two lovingly. No serendipitous replays Sighs for attention provoking Reverence stays above. The grayness of this sky Expires the normal jests remarkably The quiet does not lie Takes no verse evoking Guidance He is love.
Knowing his plan and staying on course, You'll walk through your days without guilt or remorse. Asking each day for His will to be done, You'll soon see it clearly, as the rising sun. Life is just moments of things that we do, and if they're done well, there's no need to be blue. Get down on your knees, with every nightfall, And know if you pray, He will give you it all! All that you need you will soon come to know, Is already yours, so let the rest go. Stay in the moment, His presence you'll feel. All of His goodness will seem quite surreal. There's nothing to want for and nothing you need. Let go of the anger, the fear and the greed. And when you awaken, His presence surrounds. Thank Him again as your feet hit the ground. Then go to a place to be quiet and pray, before you are rushed right into your day. Ask Him to show you his way all the while, And know that He's with you, it will show in your smile. These simple acts of love that we show Him, Simply mean we've come to know Him. Never doubt He's always there! Forever and ever you're in His care. As you walk through life, you'll shine His glow. You'll share it with others and they'll come to know. The beauty of love that's only ours to give, Allows us to truly begin to live. Michelle D. ©May 15, 2011
Explorations (Spanish) To the beautiful Latina you know who you are Las exploraciones eróticas a la Latina hermosa usted sabe quiénes usted es Las exploraciones eróticas como usted sostiene thee apretado en el misdt de la luna de la cosecha que me siento usted... usted yo un Chalice de las Confesiones ardientes y de Deisires de las preguntas revelados en la entrega dulce Pireced por su belleza nuestra hambre crece floreciente, prosperando en el extraordinario tomado profundamente en servicio dulce de los amors con usted me siento que la comodidad allí no es el ningún compartir nervioso de nuestras vidas pues prosperamos para entender amor el respecto la sensación Peter LeBuhn Copyright ©2006 Peter LeBuhn Peter LeBuhn
Hush now, listen, that sound above the clouds. Is it in your minds own eye or is it from the winter crowds? They tease us as they make there way, frosted windy dark and grey. This sound I hear is one I taste, I smell the air and see the day. My feet are bare, they sense the mirth, it belongs to them, this enchanting earth. I dare not tread too deep or tear, for it might break this spell I fear. Walking forth inside this dream, with weathered feet and legs so lame, it is as if I fell in love, again again to this fine dame. The leaves they drip from the sun they kiss, the moist embrace of drops are bliss. I look above too catch the sound of summers perfect song, hail to you thy song is pure, your love is true, I cant be wrong ! Hands stretched out as if to reach I shake this dormend man, so here you are, for you once more, she's done the best she can. So quick so fast your soul will know, jump the shrub and enjoy the show. There they are for one and all, ocean sky, earth and rock, they lay aside there different days and never dare to mock. Forget it not for this is true, this home's alive for me and you.
Seclusion, where waters sway Moonlight gleams upon the spray Here I sit alone and wait For my love, but she is late Then at last I see her there Flowing dress, cascading hair She approaches, we embrace I can feel my pulses race Undulation of her hips There is hunger in her lips She takes charge, she leads the way I submit to sensual play Time flies by, does not exist She knows well I can't resist To the hold she has on me She will never set me free I give in, become her slave Then we ride the final wave Till satiated on the sand I reach out to take her hand But beside me it's all bare: She is not there. Author: Paul Callus ~ 28 Feb 2014 Contest: Impress me with a small poem II Sponsor: Giorgio A.V. Motif: Romantic First Place win
Eyes on me, People watching, In my direction? Can't they look somewhere else? Feeling uneasy, Discomfart rises, too. Afraid to mess up, Afraid to fail. Eyes are on me. I feel pale. I freeze. I don't want The attention.
There are many wonders that cloud the world Notable among them are the ultimate sevens You and I have heard about (I believe this century is yet to discover all the world wonders, and again is not all of these famous sevens we've all visited.) These sevens Form both the broad wonders of the world. These illustrious sevens are odd havens That make people world over Paid homage to each of their host soil. Day in, day out People tour around These earthy heavens. Just like Mecca, Medina and Jerusalem, The old and new wonders of the world Serve as assets to their host kingdom. They make their host land Famous across the globe. They garnish their boniface with Flying wealth across the land, And swimming priceless Across the unified ocean. I hope I will not be penalized to have generalized my findings. I think writing generally about where I've visited via research is the best.
Bones of rotting timbre mimic morgues of truth Pleading memories of oaths to rigor mortised youth Snide sacrosanct hides under shrouds of pride placing careful snares under gleaming stares These selective few they ingratiate you... Even the doubtful few These ephemeral ghosts clapping at unspoken jokes Wheezing from their throats to laugh as they choke.
Gypsy child. Oh gypsy child, so wild of heart Who stormed into my life When deep within that freedom call It pierced me like a knife You set the soul of me afire, my being came alive And those many worn out parts of me Away you did them drive. You entered in my prison door and pointed out the way The path that leads me through the dark into the light of day You showed me that another world Was there so pure and bright You took my hand oh gypsy child, and lead me through the night. This child so wild my gypsy child She gave my life some joy She took my pain and made me sane My fears she did destroy She let me see the mystery that I was born into And she opened up the gates of love And let me walk on through.
Love burns deep in this ember where jewels are a mere reflection upon the stars Mere mortals as we live but with this love we divide even the infinite Options are of dull few words For who can will or wield such power that no being can comprehend This deed is foreign to our analogy and inconspicuous to the logical Defying even the strongest will of man such as that of survival What is this that consumes me, Infuses in me the traits of a stranger Who is this stranger deep within my members How does one rid this atomical abomination to my design If words fail me and logic desists within me how can i mold this clay into a pot The days are still, peace is wraught Certainty has becomne an illusion of permanance, a dimension not found but seen These days to try and live wreaks hardship at the gate Will i rid myself this burden, even in death? Can this load be no more?
An earthly existence A universe beyond my minds, comprehension I die I rise Life lessons reviewed Homeward bound I am not lost, after all! I am a willing participant Serving, the Father, of all creation His son combined, 'producing life' as we know it Representing them, in everything I do I am nothing, without Love! My heart full of faith, loyal service I give Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me Worshipping our Divine Creator's existence Choosing to live, moment to moment Being as one with 'Our Universal Father' No physical permanency My physicality, disappearing My mortality existence, I let go of Death temporary My spirit alive! Relief, Peace 'I am only passing through!' A unique, experience of mortality A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!
I had a dream last night fogged by an uneven frost of the morning guessing if the sun rose. It dawned on me it was night still with forehead engulfed by the fallen hair. I figured her out against wealthy gold streaks of sky while flowers kept merrying in the garden. Sitting cross-legged in the pavement She awaited a long cherished arrival; the pavement turning BLACK , white Black , WHITE Wh… Time danced on the cross roads with a series of its resonant restrained movements. Its hand drew out for me and I trying to grab them found the sun shining illuminating everything except shadow of my own construction. The very next moment ate up its hands and shadow intermingled with the silent darkness. Vehicles tossed up the roads flooding the pavement with light Yet, Alterations marked the vivacity of vagueness to fathom the unfathomable and fragmented mirth wetted me from within. Perhaps, WHITE would make my shadow flee, I thought. Sitting there, she snatched stars from the moonless sky and buried in the boisterous soil. I climed up the hill and fell from the precipice and she followed like unshed tears of void eyes. I kept stringing up my instrument as I had only songs to offer that of my own disintegration And she stood in front of the church-gate in deathly austerity. The deity rose in protest, Melodies evolved from the ocean-cradle -filling the air with its uncommon pitch and my songs kept straying in the corner looking for fortification. I dreamt then- trees stretching themselves upright trying to peep into heaven: Deep fragrance of incences rising where I stood draped in WHITE praying with vague distrust. …….. 'AMEN' …….. I rose from the bed rubbing my eyes and at the breakfast table I sat dismayed as I remembered all.
Of Divine Glory Pure and Holy Born From above Child Of God Born Of a virgin Born As man You Alone Bore All sorrow Wiped away All Sin stain Then gave us – Your Holy Name The SON Has RISEN And Sheds His light For All To see The Breaking Dawn © Brenda V Northeast 28th march 2012
Everyday she thinks of something, something deep and worth living. she seems confuse and scared, All the madness she has beared. What is on her mind? she seems so mysterious and kind. But she's always been feeling alone, It's the love of that guy that she don't own. How long & how far does her thoughts take her? she seems to be out of reach,look as you were. she seems to be hiding,running away.. As time take her faith away. Will she stay like this? Will she take a chance or let destiny miss? I bet not, cos there's no one to blame. If she finds that love again, she'll never be the same.
My eyes are the color of love my skin, the warm breeze I gently glide around you my fingers are rivers curving and bending over your fleshy plains my mind, the ocean, a mysterious dark abyss my breasts, are mountainous hills abundant, protruding from Mother Earth My strong thighs are the deep rich valley you travel my body, using your map of love My eyes, are the stars my button nose is the moon the leafy trees are my arms flowing and dancing gracefully in the wind and My eyes are the color the color of Love
~~ I wandered on through gated stone through lavish beauty where wild flowers roam A place of rest where beauty cries and angelic hymns flutter pastel skies Along the path of purest rose where sunbeams dance and poetic thoughts roam I rest for a mere moment to marvel at grace in a place of angelic flight where eternity lay.....
There are friends that say They think of you And friends that say they care Those friends that you just find sometimes The ones that say they share Those friends they take some part of you And make you think they're there Those friends I need to break down walls Of mistrust and despair I need them as a life line To feel something inside Too often in this lifetime I've felt my being die. I find it hard to trust some It's not a choice for me I'm looking for some bridges To help my life be free I chat here and I wonder Maybe you'll hold the key Maybe I'll learn to trust one That's all I want for me Too often I've been let down By those that say they care I've given heart and soul to one And now I just don't dare. Deep inside by being cries With love I what to share But first I really need to learn Once more I need to care. I look around and sometimes find Someone with whom to chat Someone that I do hope will find The key to where I'm at. It's not a lot I want from them Not looking for a mate I don't want love or mighty lies Just needing to relate Your just another one there now Who really doesn't care You make me feel like shutting down The world that is out there I'm feeling so alone within This life a mystery Of names and lies and playing games No substance to your being I'm leaving now, not saying bye We hardly said hello I'll find the peace that I do need And live once more tomorrow.
Earth's Angel Her salient wings glowed; With love she cradled wild world, All rested in peace.
A mother's loving look at her newborn child, Never able to relive that moment again. For it's the last time forever. Walking into kindergarten for the first time, Feeling so alone and afraid, don't fear For it's the last time forever. Kneeling in prayer as you are born again, Living as a sinner no longer, For it's the last time forever. Walking across stage on graduation night, Nervous because it's your last few steps as a "child", For it's the last time forever. Praying to God to help you jump the hurdles, Seeing prayers being answered, never doubt For it's NOT the last time forever.
Words spoken in silence, [When language does not suffice] Like a look or a tear, although concise Can echo a lifetime in your ear, Much louder than those you can hear.
'Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign… and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! … Yet… It Doesn't Matter, What Distress to You On the Planet, however Polluted or Profane It Doesn't Matter, What Distress to You Wherever the Delusional -Dimensional Plane It Doesn't Matter, What Distress to You Or Danger-Plot, Prison-Door or Deepest Pain Or Present-Defeat, or Darkest-Hours-View even Thru Dying-Breath, Devout Prayers Proclaim to Be Delivered- New, True, and Pulled-Thru to Claim The Prize of Life-Perpetually-Sustained … For Particularly, By God's Unpronounceable Power Thru His Son's Unparallel- Principal-Purchase… Dower God's Dependents and Dreamers Will Prosper-Gain The Prophecy, The Promise, The Paradise-Preordained The Perfect-Future and The Victory-Parade … The Distant, Destiny of Eden – Never Been Doused Nor Degrade Then… It Won't Matter…So, Please Dismiss The Paltry-Strain The Days of The Deformity and Damage-Train Will Be In The Past … Departed-Detained Disaster and Disloyal Will Lay In A Destroyed-Plain Damned For All Of Time –Proliferate-Blamed A Suppository-Prophylactic-Puddle-Shame Patience-Persevering…Demands Punishment - Prediction-Sang… … Final-Draft …Stop-The-Presses!... Poll-Loudly-Refrains When You Really Discern and Pragmatically-Attain The Divine God and His Son's King- Domain Publicize Their Progenitor and Predominant Names and Preach and Deify Like-Doting-Platoon-Swains, with Pedestal-Passion and 'Plum-Plumb', Persistence-Ingrained For On Position-Comparison, We 'All' Pale-to- A-Feigned … …Puppets and Peons and Dim-Witted-Parasitic-Great Danes and Dopamine Defective, Demerol Addicted – Darwin-Poisoned-Sprains Disoriented-Drivel, Droll-Drooling-Inane or Just-Plain ol' Dire-Derelicts-Insane (and now… I have a P D Q,… for Me and You… Migraine) Oh… May They Accept This Poor-Placard-Crane Amen… Again… Amen
If I could fly, where in the world would I possibly go? Up and away my wings would carry me, My destination not known! If I could fly, I'd capture all of the Sun's rays. Up and away! What a sight to see with such a grand milestone! If I could fly, I would always look below. Down and deep! My eyes focused only on you. My journey's still unknown. If I could fly, I'd stay on top with memories buried to keep. Down and deep! What an experience just to fly through! Such a waste without you! If I could fly, I would soar with my best perfection. Soaring with pride! My life achieved. My destination excluding restrictions! If I could fly, I'd forever remember this glide. Soaring with pride! What a thought to preconceive. Such bright reflections! If I could fly where in the world would I possibly go? Up and away I would go only with you. My destination remaining incognito! If I could fly, I'd want to stay up and away! What an incredible zone just to pass through! Such a magnificent plateau! If I could fly, I'd fly only for you! ®Registered: 1997 ANN RICH
His life is reloaded with indomitable passion Thirsty for power and lustful enterprises His love bleeds on the filthy streets In dreams he haunts his enemies Committed for no commitments he whispers into my ears his dynamite lips explodes my nerves I break down in his heavy arms He believes in detached love; Sex with no strings Inwardness never ruled his heart He seeks pleasure in breaking rib cages For gangsters are born to kill He has survived the darkest prison Hell and heaven far from his reach A brutal death awaits his arrival Graveyard will smell the flesh Of this giant monster My life ends in love with a gangster…
"What If... You Lost Everything?" What if your "luck has all run out?" "No one listens" no matter how loud you shout. What if your life has come to "a dead end road." You've lost everything... Even your car's been towed. What if all you have "suddenly disappeared." As the storms of life have "appeared." What if you got on your knees in prayer. Knowing there's a God who really does care. What if you gave Jesus complete control. Giving him your life, heart and eternal soul. What if Jesus gently wiped away your tears. And his peace calmed all anxiety and fears. What if you realized at this moment in time. Jesus is worth more than a large gold mine. What if he restored that you've lost & all that's been tekan. With him on board... You're never forsaken! An abundant life is that he promised to give. And he will enrich your life each day that you live! By JIm Pemberton
I put my heart on the line, But you hung up.
An empty promise is what you are you let your family make your choices for you. You will never get very far in life. I really cared for you but you would not see us through. We could have went far if you would of just stayed with me. Many things we could of learned from each other. But that is ok with me because now I'm free from you. No more of your empty promises I will see. I'm glad we did not make it that far because an empty promise is all you are and all you will ever be.
The Little Miss: kiss kiss your little miss and she flies flies up into the skies away away from troubles array to love to love her angel prince above to love to love Armando above The Angel's Reply to the Little Miss: "there was a girl precious as gold she was found by a prince and told that life itself was getting bold until he found her in the world "and he kissed kissed his little miss and they flew flew up into the blue away away from troubles array... "...to love and hold each other above" Written by Elaine and Armando
I've captured you from death's snare, While others were unaware No more worrying, You are unforgotten You are alive Others deny it Well, I know... You are unforgotten In my memory You are unforgotten
Midnight was approaching and the dance floor was stark Colors of the spectrum were weaving and leaving their mark Lights spun in brilliant flashes of reds, greens and blues. Sparse bodies were gyrating as if music pulsated the hues. The music stopped. He stepped out of the shadows; on his arm was a dark beauty. They walked into the hushed room; the air thick and sultry. Dancing with my partner I watched them through the darkness He pulled her lithe body to him, how I envied their closeness. All eyes were upon them. Piercing rays of greens and yellows flashed up and apart A deep bass suddenly throbbed with the rhythm of a heart Black hair and dark skin, he danced in his tight, arrogant style She danced around him, shaking her body, nimble and nubile The music beat faster. The couple twirled around the dance floor as if it was theirs Pulsating music and scarlet colors flashed around like flares. His sweat became hers as their sensuous lips barely met He lifted her into the air, holding her high with the ascent. He lowered her to the ground. Watching the Latino lovers as they danced through the night I felt as if I were a voyeur who couldn't turn from the sight. She raised her hand to him; his eyes quickly turned my way Suddenly, I turned to my partner and my hips began to sway My heart beat faster. I could feel him drawing closer the faster my body danced Strobes of red hues flew overhead, as backwards I glanced. He pulled me against him and I felt his strong masculinity Then spiraled me outwards, his hand gripping mine tightly. Our eyes locked. He held me firmly in his arms, we danced slowly then quickly Dancing to the rhythm the music began taking over my body. The Latin dancer's eyes looked into mine with a hypnotic stare As breathlessly we danced and soon I became no longer aware Of anyone but us. Cerulean blues flashed over us as he flung my head back His lips bent down to mine, his eyes piercing and black Our hearts beat together as one and my eyes closed for the kiss But colors changed, music was subdued; something was amiss I opened my eyes. It was as if I'd awakened to find that their world didn't exist And the Latin lover I'd danced with was no more than a mist. Circling couples danced around aimlessly and suddenly I froze Violet hues slid over the walls as he walked into the shadows. His eyes met mine and he vanished.
Is she the one my dream come true The one that makes me whole. Throughout the end of time I'd give my heart and soul. Is she the one with qualities to endure the test of time. Her unexpected stare sends shivers up my spine. And gives me butterflies inside Is she the one I can't decide That always keeps me satisfied My mind is left preoccupied You have ignited every flame Within my beating heart. Now far from you I cannot part. Is she the one my sweetheart the angel in my life. For you I'd walk a thousand miles The toughest ride you've made worthwhile I've looked beyond your hazel eyes Your every glimpse, your every smile In love we've deeply intertwine Is she the one who will be there to catch me when I fall. That picture perfect puzzle To you I give my all. Is she the one Well better yet she 's got the hooks on me. The fear of losing her is deeper than the sea. ©RashanaKing2010
For you I put a rose away, Hoping you'd come back another day. I have always truely loved you, I always will and I still do. To pour out my heart into this poem, Is more difficult than it seems. For black on white, either typed or written, Cannot express how my heart,by you, was taken. You took it all and you didn't know, But to love you dearly is all I want to show. That rose may be dying, But I am too. For every second that passed, Is my life without you. Yes, we're all human. Yes, we may falter. But to hear those three words from you, Would make my heart alter. My heart would change from a landscape of a battlefield, To the most perfect, undying rose: unbruised and yours for eternal. That rose was stolen away by you, My undying love was taken too. Although you may not know this, It was stolen and taken ever since our first kiss. Three things you stole from me: My heart, my rose, my undying love. I'm suprised you didn't take my sanity. I love you for always and forever.
Guilt overflows with a spark of revilement its decay spreads like fire, blinding...conniving... binding up in its sticky debris still surviving tangled whispers bleeding through me reminders of a depthless past... listen to the sobs beneath me, the hardness of your ears meet my lips at last deep inside a heap of lies, refusing my cries you can never see how binded I am... how blinded I am. you too cannot see...you cannot see though your eyes meet me, still, you cannot see. the least you can do is listen listen carefully, sight is mere illusion, follow the voice intently, it cries softly, oh so softly... before it dies away unnoticed It whispers steadily, Remember me, Remember me...
The great hands of fate have squeezed their grip on this infallible date! Make way, fermenting 7th, for the intolerable October the 8th! Far, far away the lone lemur leaps with joy to celebrate- The great, insoluble, improvable, October the blasted 8th! D.W, dear, with quirks and beauty that torment and infuriate, Can you not see my flippidy- floppity- flimsy- fedazzled state? See how my nerves leave me prostrate on the coming of this most magical date! October the phone a-flippin, Charles J. Dickens, Squawking chickens, Sexy centaurs strippin, heart sta-ricken, danger dippin' - October the infernal 8th!
I never knew that you loved me so, you never really let me know. You always tried to pretend that you were my love until the end. Then one day when you confess to me, that all I was in your sight was a tiny little pea. That you know how much damage these words did to me. I never knew you thought so less of me and now, I know this is the way it will be. You never told me not once before that you were planning on walking out that door. I never knew you had all these feelings and emotions about me inside of you, they are so terrible until I am really afraid of you. Is this something you planned to do? I never knew a person can pretend so well and all along was nothing but hell. You made me think that I was alright with you and there were nothing going wrong because you were true. All of this has been corrupt, now I got a taste from your bitter cup and it is enough. Now my love I never knew that you were the one I loved so much and yet in still you caused me so much pain and hurt.
To look into the eyes of lovely itself, and dream a thousand days of her smile, and call the millenium barren without her, tall, plush walk..... strides in the naked night.... Moons waiting to delight, the fluff-fluttered silk of her waxen wings; a million suns could not melt.... But her hero upon the hill, and make sweet surrender her arms; and wanting her touch to love, in a midnight grove, stroll the lush orchard, with flowers in her hand..... To music at home, dancing into bedrooms.... and dreamy little love lands.... For all the mysteries of a woman in her hand, (she held)
I am your angel, daddy's little girl. I know I haven't been my best in cold, shallow world. But I listen to you most of the time, your lessons and such; and when I don't listen, I suffer very much. You don't give me signs when I'm going the right way. So How can I make you proud of me? I know I've done so wrong by not just following you; suffering pointlessly. Either way I love you Father, with my everything. I am your angel, will I ever earn my wings. written in 2005
I was beautifully designed and wonderfully made… There's nothing that God has given to me that I would ever trade! I was fashioned and created by God… With one thing in mind. To be an image of HIM… In a body by his design! He fashioned and formed me with the dust of the ground... He gave me his love. It 's all around! Though there are imperfections and "inflictions" within… God is patient and willing to forgive my every sin! Through life… I'll endure trials, heartache and despair... God is with me... He's always there! I know that his son, Jesus… Has given me his grace. He has provided for my life… "A resting place…" I'm going to serve this God… Whom I love so much! How I long for his presence… His "special touch…" Thank you God... For a "new" person you're helping me to be! And may your light continue to shine through people like me! By Jim Pemberton When I'm going through a discouraging time... This poem reminds me of how special that I am to God!
Black girl and Indian boy She is a black girl In the church choir He would see her pasting By the fence wire He fell in love with her But they never talk before And everyday in the yard He waits to see her at four He is an Indian boy Work in his father company He is an only child They have a lot of money She is a poor girl Living down the line She goes to church She's so polite and kind One day he sees her And He starts to say hello See his father coming home So he just leaves a go But his father sees him And he mad for so He said if you to talk to that girl You leave the house and go What the hell you talking To that black girl in the trace If any body see you How I going to show my face It has very rich family With a nice girl in toco We done fix up for you This Sunday we have to go Well he didn't sleep all night He love this girl so dearly And if he don't do something Then his future he can see clearly Next morning he knocks on her door She face lights up with a smile He said if it's ok with you Need to talk to you for awhile I have always love you But was to shy to say And if you love me to I will leave my father house today His father disown him because She's black and he's an Indian But they married that week Now have two beautiful children Parents need to understand You can't control your children mind When they are grown Their own happiness they will find God created a world for us With such beautiful nature Life would be so boring? If we all were the same color We live in a world today Every race thinks they are superior But no matter what religion you are There is only one Almighty savior
Force feed me the taste of your skin 'You will have to break my chastity belt wide open now for I have sold myself into silent slavery to this ….our universal broken heart even you will have to try hard……to save me now I cannot recall your sounds…your hand motions as they devoured the subtle softness of me drew round my curvaceous places in curling ownership intimacies' sweetest embrace But too…you move to me with a ferocity that mowed the grass down to a short golf course length from the living room table where you drew it happening… a hundred years ago The length of your hair too has been a subject of much debate Love that surging heavenly song...that told our story so well like that movie from long ago about the girl who cut off and sold her hair to buy her love a golden watch fob and chain …the one who sold his golden watch to buy her a beautiful clip pin for her gorgeous long hair ………………………………..you see how this goes …with true love We cut off our noses and then turn backs on our faces and on each other on Facebook Itself the enemy…where only devils and the luckiest of angels spread Tread on me beloved! till I am awakened to our lips which just now in writing I suddenly can feel meeting again taste smell the salted brine of your pure water and sometimes beer soaked self Is it me you feared as you said Good bye? How little you know me like the formation of the first ever green tree grows up one limb at a time from a base long song of deep roots and strong center...so beautiful the Hosts stagger before its creation ….Halleluiah The limbs sprouting forth like the wings bursting out of the flesh of the first angel who died in agony as they were formed….exploding from his shoulders moving her hair aside as the arch of wing thrust like white tree limb from the goodness within and the reincarnation of true kindness was born to the conscious of itself so my love knows no limit my soul no separation and my being no longing
Ever since I met that one being I have been lost in a world of his own So charming he is, so elevating That by his side, to sorrow I am no more prone Though I know not his form, or his name Though I feel him not physically He makes feel like I am a real dame All sweet, pampered and so sexy He allowed my dreams to come true Writing and making my verses come alive Writing and leaving behind my steps in black and blue Why such is the reason why I took birth, I believe O Muse, never, oh never do leave my side Only your charms can fill up my emptiness with pride!
Kids are playing with strange blue graffiti So, they wrote several times: "Neffertiti" … And drew the most beautiful queen`s head. The whole history of Egypt written in red, With sacred hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion: The Pharaons` destiny dandles a dewy dandelion…
Hovering in blue. I heard from deepness beatings of your eyes. Halcyons, waves and the eyelids smashing me of the steep shore. Hovering in green From mountains I heard the rustle of your eyes. The firs, the grass and eyelids dancing over the world's dark circles Hovering in grey. Holding my heart with tree fingers on a rock and I heard the blinking of your eyes as well as my throb between sky and earth. I dont know if I steped away into blue, neither if I crushed by green. My sole of foot was grey like stone and wind and life and your eyes when are not blues or green.
When someone you love, is friends with someone you hate. They break your trust, They hurt you, They stab you in the back. They want to forget about you, Because they're fed up of you, They ignore you by, Just walking away. Parents are like that, One minute they're fighting for you, Then the next they're against you. Don't you hate when that happens? First they love you, with all their heart, Then after a few minor mistakes, They start to hate you. Aren't they supposed to always love you? No matter what you do? Nope, some do, But the majority doesn't, Parents are biased, to either their youngest child, or the people that is, outside in society. They care more, about fame and fortune than the fate and destinies, of the children they have. There is too much hurt, In this small world, if only we could, get rid of it. xxx
Beyond the Horizons I was trying to visualize The images which always flashes from Beyond the horizons Where the Sun spreads Its golden beams. I was trying to imagine The images of my dreams Beyond the horizons Where the sky and earth Embrace each others and meet. I was trying to see The images of my dreams Beyond the horizons Where love floats and fly in the air With its beloved in the limitless sky. But I could see only The never ending darkness of trees And beyond that, the shadows of hills Diminishing in the paleness of sinking Sun Hiding in their darkness Mysteries of many Untold stories. We all often try to look beyond The horizons Knowing very well, that No one can see and touch The mystery that lies In the darkness of trees and In the shadows of hills. Still we keep trying to explore and find That perhaps some day We may feel and find the mystery Which lies beyond the horizons of sky And the beauty Which lies even in the sadness of life. Ravindra Kanpur India 3rd Sept. 2010.
Love is a mystery with excellent archery shoots at a stance making the heart dance when souls meet creating memory sweet days transpire at a pace as if time is at race when cupid strikes who dare cross? for it pricks with a sharp dose. © Nadiya (14 Jan '15)
Under the Broken Moon your eyes meet mine liquid to a silver spoon late night cab ride Amy Winehouse on repeat with each minute, my hear skips a beat candle light scents linger as well as your smooth long fingers up and down my bare back like clockwise you attack my neck, like a vampire under the broken moon with eyes, black and dark a hammerhead shark obscure and mysterious you circle me, your prey I think of the ways, you will contort my body, and have your way melting, slowly, into your muscular body, until the whispers soak into the next day under the broken moon In the hallway, I hear a creak silent slumber betrayed be not my loves defeat eyes wide, silent, still minutes drag like hours none to be spared I bite my lip struggle to hold back a deep moan, as you pull my long brown hair under the broken moon
Underneath this smile see my source of endless joy: peace, kindness and love. Nothing I will fear believing in tomorrow, to find a rainbow stretching over that green hill... to imagine what's beyond. Show your sympathy, share my happiness revealed underneath this smile.
Milky white skin cool and violent. Fire in your mind, your head is a pool. High I dance, high I am, in a heady woven trance. Have I gone to far? Think not! Push some more. Immaculate will come. Walk. I do. Hands embrace. Milk and earth caressing her face. See da mad man, is that I? Choices choose me, scared to die? Girl with milky white skin and fire within. A girl with gifts of milk and earth. Silk woven mind free to birth. Death is warm, freedom there. Return this time, my soul is bare.
_______________________________ Building a new foundation of life through the power of Jesus Christ.... _______________________________ A Quote By Poet Rick Parise
The light of my depression, The joys of my sorrow. What's coming my way? I'll know by tomorrow.
the night approached with the moon setting the scene the trees waving the day a gallant goodbye as you walk across the white sand with so much promise droplets of a forgotten swim glistening - highlighting overt parts of your body as you approach even a little slower every step makes my heart skip a beat involuntary movement as I edge a little closer my nipples respond unquestioned as suddenly the fabric seems too tight longing to have your hands all over my body rubbing up against your partly wet body everyone disappears as we finally stand in front of each other I can hardly move and all I want is to move closer closer to the promise of our bodies becoming one closer to your fluids mingling with mine as our lips finally meet my tongue melts away and all I can taste is you ©230320120930
Once great always great I say to you. Upside down or right side up you be. Once upon a time and a time once was she. Gathering the universe and shining a Star or two. Then one day She shot down to Earth out of the blue. She gathered Her crops and made circles wide and free. She made them so big the whole of the world could see. She took the Stars the Sun and Moon making them new. She shined talents never quite seen. Amazing and sparkling from up above, She is the smartest thing ever so keen. She is abundant in spreading Her love. She is our Celestial Mother in Heaven, Separated by the empty shells of leaven! © Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
feel of your breath.. opens my eyes, to touch beauty! Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A Contest Name: any poem # 20 4-10-14
Adding peculiar subtracting never laws of something (besides physics) has to wants to needs to improve velocity is present and that very force pushes the dead weight forward until it can't sit still anymore because it has to it's got to move or else it dies
Everything around you Is timeless Years and years have pass But for me time stand still Memories are timeless You know what else is timeless My love for you Time flies by but its timeless Have you got what I mean? Can you feel it? Ten years can go by Without you knowing Everything is frozen in time That's why its timeless Never forget that My love is timeless for you Always smile Make memories Always have fun It's all timeless
Let's lose control Let's entice the soul, With champagne swishes Chilled in iced bowls. From your head to your toes Every nerve will explode, Every body sensation I've cracked nature's code. It's not on paper It's what your face shows; It tells me go fast Then it tells me go slow, Then blows my mind Showing Lose control. All exposed The most radiant glow, The most beautifulness thing Ever let go. Lose control Feel safe…there's no foes, Only me…Let go… Lover Lose Control.
Nothing here is wrong because nothing ever could. It has been so long, A time that just never would! Nothing here was ever lost because nothing was ever found. It has been a toss, A time that simply counted down! Holding back the tears, Puddles of many lost years! Holding back my time, I'm a prisoner with no crime. There's nothing here to hold because there never was. It has been so cold, A time for just because! Holding back the pain, My chronic death inside! I have nothing to lose because there's nothing to gain. Holding back the strength of all my earned pride, I'm just a moment gained with a will that eventually dies inside! ®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich
We reap and we sow, an emergence of pleasure. The harvest begins.
Is this fate or fiction.... the aesthetics of your love is a marvelous depiction I am having a love seizure or is your love an affliction Is this fate or fiction? It must fate, our paths have crossed our spirits soar just right you calm and sweet and never like to fight... bring security and confidence in such a delightful way.. the expressions of your thoughts blows my mind away Is the fate or fiction? It takes courage to find out which one would be the exemption.. fate or fiction? when you have been hurt by an ex's restrictions but the aesthetics of your love has become my addiction. No Fiction this is Fate.
Pene Grande (what I learned from the web today) When you talk about mummies, Pene Grande Would best be discussed when the kids were away He was a mummy famed in his life For having (well something that sure pleased his wife) When he passed on, his new mummy home Was in Palermo, Sicily's old catacomb The story is told of a young newlywed Whose less than large husband was not much in bed So she took a cloth and rubber Pene Grande's fame Then turned to her husband and rubbed him the same The next night she lay with her husband and felt A much greater presence and her heart did melt When she opened her eyes, she screamed No, No, Sir! For it was the ghost of Pene upon her Everyone thought her crazy but it happened again The next time with her husband, it sure wasn't him An exorcist said to get rid of the ghost We must capture him when he exits the host So a metal codpiece was affixed to her mate And the lady lay back as a bit of ghost bait Then as if on cue, Pene Grande came forth Just as her husband was pointing due north Then holy water was sprinkled and "poof" The ghost was expelled, her husband the proof Pene Grande's spirit went back on his shelf Left the husband's small unit a mere ghost of itself As for the ghost, he gained quite a crowd Of little old ladies whose husbands stood proud Rubbed by their women who wanted to lay Even with ghosts for a "Pene Grande" But the mummy's now locked up so no one can touch Cause even for Pene – too much is too much
We are the dust upon butterflies' wings Musical notes on wind that sings Grains of sand in on unspoiled beaches Whispered words in poetic speeches We are tiny fragments in endless space Revolving mindless without trace Softest velvet on fragrant petals Silvery dewdrops that gently settles We are powdery pollen on stamen tips Which kiss the bees with enticing lips Downy plumage of preening geese Comforting feel of warmest fleece We are the angelic touch of love's caress Giving freely without duress Dancing in sunny rays of light And dreaming into the darkest night
Sprays of thought swing us back to the art you have carved Rejuvenating sentiments, reveling correction into acceptance Straight to the supernova galaxy's romance A place where we can shape with our very fingers The atlas of passionate, curious fraught That is loosened by the very sand heaved by the waves Dawned by the nights rejected, We implore upon the Venus blinding our envisioning Never once tearing away the organs with fabricated poisons He is a calm wave all but surfaced to destroy Pulled among tides of extravagant luster mustered into lust With persistence of a tempest pulling dissensions of waste And sharp as the tip of the plucked raven feather My eyes open to his illumination To show just how dull my own lighting has been all the while! I want to read him like a book But as he paragraphs line after line Wordless after word, I am reduced to the tired tears of unexplained mawkishness I think I am falling for this deity, Yet worlds of expectancy veer me away from the courses of delight Somehow the waves of his calm spoke to me And under the tier of the calm, Is a flail of tension accustomed to an almost doubtful reconciliation I finally understand There is a viral hope that is both maddening and sweet Like the sufferers rot for sufferers to come A seed is planted and laid to rest for other generations Under the layers never peeled Under the very sands of his life He indicates nothing but the illusion of hint And pours forth a wisdom I have known all but none All time would have to persevere Because this fight for Venus's light cannot be clearer When all the doubt is dispatched from its shadowy domain Into pure exposure; it reveals all but nothing! Fear does not exist in his rays! He is a sea of comfort sailing with the very putative storm I ache for! Never asking for the shipwreck of my desire to be salvaged Taking nothing from me, but giving all And the beaked heaven flies on, letting me have his feather The pulse of his wings electrifying my fingertips I held on that split moment with excitement Feeling his texture overhead Like a flower pulled from the ground Like the tip of Venus has dulled for the sake of my light...
I yearn to see the stars twinkle in the midnight sky when I'm with you I'm waiting faithfully I'm drowning in the solitude, missing your enthralling company
The dream Pegasus Tonight my eyes do not make and feel the light As a century of re crucifixion To ride Pegasus in a injured dream Muse comes on as bride without veil In distress I close even the pipe- hole of the soul the flavor of pain does not ruin the spring on Olympus Oh remained the space that do not violate from anyone Sacrifice of blue rhapsody in a autumn lethargy Painful prelude to the contract with God Tonight I want to suffer until the bone Albanian cardiac vein to screech and sing through the Illyricum Infinitely to love and never hate And what about if I die asleep from fatigue Does it matter why crutch fate in survival suffers bruises Zeus heart do break where we planting and harvesting tears and nostalgia Slave to love in feuds of this anti life Captive of goodness above pantheon of a concrete symphony on your wings bring me to kiss Hestia Pegasus
I sat in the car with a blindfold on Just been put on so I cant see To a secret place I have been taken Wonder what will face me. Tried to think if it was a special date Thought about it but nothing springs into mind Listening to nice music, sort of sets the scene Should I be worried, am not the worrying kind. Didnt know who the driver was this adds mystery Just was asked to trust him i did totally He's guiding me by my arm down a pathway Rings a bell, the door opens, i knew instantly. I could smell his aftershave, one i had bought Has the smell of freshness makes you want more Could feel his arms around me, this is what I thought Its going go be a great weekend one for memories store He took the blindfold off me what a wonderful surprise The room was decked out with flowers, champagne on ice "Happy anniversay for the day we met, best day of my life" Hearts entwined, smiling still was taken to paradise
Is it really hard to understand I am just looking for a man One that sees the world like me Offers his heart humblely I will cherish and protect Give back to him what I get Hoping its not just me Drifting in this lonely sea Been floating out here for years and years Fighting not to drown in my own tears This ocean I find myself drifting in Was created from unintentional sin My eyes cried this reflecting pool Due to all the times I played the fool Will I ever feel the ground again Or does a boat come pull me in Save me from my self made demise See the sun through cloudy skies May the warmth come cure my pain Stop these eyes that pour like rain
Une dernière fois Tes lèvres contre les miennes Une dernière fois Mes pensées seront tiennes Une dernières fois Communiquer avec nos yeux Une dernières fois Nos cœurs réunis tout les deux Une dernière fois Me sentir vivant Encore une fois Tes regards m'enivrant Car a chaque fois C'était le même bonheur Qu'à chaque fois Quand tu éliminais mes douleurs Une dernière fois, une dernière fois Faire ce rêve qui dure toujours Le beau rêve de l'amour Ce rêve devenu cauchemar Ces joies devenues illusoires Une dernière fois Penser que c'était vrai Une dernière fois Comprendre ce qu'il m'est arrivé Car cette fois Je vois ta silhouette s'éloigner Oui cette fois Tu vas quitter ma vie Mais cette fois Attends un petit peu Qu'une dernière fois Je puisse t'embrasser Qu'une ultime fois Je puisse t'aimer
Immaculate Random Gorgeous Heroic Expanding mind Taste Sampling Divine Forbidden pleasure Amazing Mind numbing Glorious Thought inducing Seducing Selfless Explosion Bright Last Night
She was young and naive, easy to deceive, Delicate and faint, some what a saint. Hungry for change, in some ways just strange, Open for new, oh what that would do. A sinister smile, met her one night. Eger to feed his own appetite, Eyes like hawk, Physique of a snake, Words whispered out, "Hi my name is Jake." The days she thought she was missing, Blinded by all their ravishing kissing, Passion had its fall, When she realized there was no ball. She should have lost both her slippers, Since price charming, became Mr. Ripper. Sometimes love pays a price, When it was lust that made her initially enticed. From the moment he seemed to ask her name, She did not realized she entered a game, All of this seemed exciting and new, For a second, it was like a dream come true. He continued to pursue her all through the late hours, Even went and picked her some burgundy flowers. Preparing her heart to accept his invite, They had entered into the twilight. The days she thought she was missing, Blinded by all there ravishing kissing, Passion had its fall, When she realized there was no ball. She should have lost both her slippers, Since price charming, became Mr. Ripper, Sometimes love pays a price, When it was lust that made her initially enticed. He asked her to dance under the crescent moon, Then gently kissed her, and began to consume. All of the breathe inside of her lips, As he held tight to her lovely hips, She gasped for air, but he didn't stop, When suddenly, there was a little pop She fell to the ground, With no one around, He kissed her goodnight, After his bite. BY: Sabina Nicole
Dream of Swan Tiger. Dream of savages. Dream of heaven.
I hate you like the Eclipse of the sun and moon====== Lightning, thunder, twisters,and Hurricane # 7 destruction upon my hate==== I hate you like the father who walked out on us====== Hating you is the only way we can relate========== Fire, burn, heat , and smoke, igniting the hate in flames=== I hate you like the lion who can't wait to devour his prey===== I hate you like ivy with poison to irritate =============== I hate you indeed, deeper than the abyss in space========= Black, ebony, coal, and darkness you fell in my pit of hate==== I hate you and dispise all your living ways========== I hate you because I want to========== I hate you and nothing compares================ I hate the living guts out of you ================ *Written by: P.D. as a request from me (an opposition to my original poem: I Love You Like)...thank you P.D. for your awesome talent
I worry about you, Especially when you talk that certain way. You have that sadness in your voice, And claim you want to throw your life away. I'll tell you this: Life is a raging fire, Something that is constant and dangerous Not a calm horizon bliss. For all the things that are now, Is what makes up who you are. Not the lies and deceit from others in your past, Not the torture of living with whomever your living with, Not the pain that you heart has been through, Not the sadness of thinking you're an outcast. What is here and now, In this moment of this day, From the time you wake up, Til the time you rest and lay. Forget yesterday, Think about now. Know that people love you and care, Even if THEY don't show how. But I saved you, I saved you from making a mistake. I'm glad you're here and alive, For to lose you, would be like losing a part of my life.
*~ Deep Purple Dreams Of Calico And You ~* by anne p murray Your image appears… through a purple-hued haze of silence weaving its whispered magic spell while you re-connect the strings of my heart You go about undressing my soul as I watch your image drift in my celibate reality I witness the melody play its lonely tune But… It is absent of the warmth of touch for it's only your image I see… my heart's held hostage by the cry of the songbird My unknown lover… kidnapped- by the makers of dreams and fantasies experiencing the uncertainty of the child that lies sleeping deep within Alone… with the clever artists of dreams and visions encountering the forever of my loneliness brushing off blurred images of repeated memories sleeping to be hugged-dreaming to be loved Oh yes... I've dealt with kings, queens and dragonflies in the dancing reverie of fragments of my reality gliding in and out of the dust of Heaven's stars sprinkling me with their sweet purple dreams They make their nightly visits into my fantasies, my thoughts... painted by the makers and weavers of dreams Coming out of their secret, hidden places they silently reveal their amethyst, painted masterpieces lightly kissed in dewy, lavender scented bliss softly swaddled in dream woven swathes... of deep purple dreams of calico - and you *~*
Two hearts beating time Epiphany symphony Encore Déjà vu
I RUN from FEAR. I HUNT for FEAR. I HIDE in FEAR. I FIGHT cause of FEAR. I'm FAR from you. I'm SCARED cause of you. You're the FEAR that I HUNT. You're the FEAR that I FIGHT. You're the FEAR that SCARED me for LIFE. *Comment if you have any thought and if you like it. oh and some of the poems i write arn't always my feelings. their some times just to get through other people so they can have something to read that just fit's them.* -Angel4eva23
Mystify my chronicle in your cloud of passion Intertwine our humble universe in one ration Slowly pass the time to make the ascension Thus our love is the greatest invention.
She's fighting me all the way. She won't hear it. It's a definite detriment, to the spirit. Perhaps it's the way I'm presenting it, She wastes our time, just resenting it. The Lord somehow Has me in training, and uses these heartaches, for explaining. "There, there now, My little fool, It's so simple, My Golden Rule."
I am a kind of word spoken by the voice of nature I am the element flying gracefully on a green pasture I am a silent child in Summer and the brave child that Winter has believed I crown the opening of the golden Spring and a gentle heart that Autumn conceived I caress the majestic body of the flower as she announce the coming of the light At nocturnal melodies, I dance with the birds on their lonely flight The plains are full of the vibrant grace by those lovely flowers As I embrace the early morning lovers I cradle the spirit of the one who drinks wine As he promenades with the swaying leaves of the vine I am a dulcet entity whispered by a faint death I am the little joy sang by a saddened health I am the air breathed by a living man and a mysterious knight to a crying little one When the flower look high to never see her shadow I escape through a broken, dusty window To uplift her when she will feel me blow
So mysterious Makes things curious Minds delirious First friends at play Maybe lover's today Next day running away Giving just enough To keep our hearts tough Making things rough Motives unclear Don't know who cares Desperately need to share Hearts are blind Looked but could not find What it takes to release the bind Dare we be bold Bare our souls Lose all control Lay
She wakes this morning Got along day ahead She's making sandwiches Hot soup and garlic bread She love to feed the homeless She sees on the street She will drive around the city To give them something to eat She goes to the hospital She love to helps the elderly She always volunteers To keep them company And to save the animals She campaigns tirelessly And she will never stop Till they are all free She goes to the orphanage She love to make the children smile She runs for cancer charity In the New York 10 k mile She protest to stop the wars And to free Palestine She doesn't like religions To control people minds They cutting down the rain forest She would love to stop it now She goes to the Amazon And stand in front of the plow She would loves to stop genocide She loves to give donations She would love to stop poverty From every nations She fights for the hopeless To end their misery And against all the oil spills That kills fishes in the sea She stands for human rights Against so many countries She loves to save humanity And to spread equality And she love to tell me Of all the wonderful things she does She is just an angel And a female Santa clause And I love to hear her talk Of all she would love to do And I know she wouldn't stop Till they all come true
All Mighty One The Beginning and the End Alfa and Omega Thy living water spills free in a fountain of forgiveness love and light so pure and free my cornerstone of strength and hope for you, I fall to my knees The darling of heaven once crucified you have risen in all glory and now you rest within my desperate soul a predestined beauty of the eternal promise of everlasting life I call to you in good times of prosperity and I ask that you might sustain this life I cry out to you in times of trial knowing you will guide and strengthen this weary soul My precious Jesus, son of God almighty I surrender to thee I praise only you forge and mold me oh' sweet Father for I believe yes I believe
But, "What is love?"
Turn the wheel *******he sea... Push aside the misery... The abominable agony... Endure this hardship...with me Fight off the tears and let us roam to sea Don't make it hard for me To determine the waters We are the same kind If you can be so KIND, let me show you your destiny - To dwell with me in tranquility We will try to share our responsibilities... Take turns and share our possibilities... How have you been? Sorry we have shut our ears To your deafening cries I'm turning the wheel for you You're losing energy...be still - why are you so blue? I'll shut out the feeling of anguish You'll get what you wish We will start anew We will start on a fresh start We will fulfill our dreams and make them come true We'll brew away the sadness I'm determined to eliminate The distress... swallowing us like a tidal wave... Behave, you wild childlike waters!! Behave! Don't worry - we'll get rid of The limited happiness And make our heart pump with merriness Don't be a magnet of depression stress You'll experience a wonderful opportunity So you may feel at one with Our world full of possibilities And eliminate those cruel, wretched words That tore apart our responsibilities... Our activities... our reveries... our possibilities... That brought us back together We'll be hiking These somewhat difficult hardships together
Walking down our straight narrow path Hand in hand We enjoy our last seconds With no pressure no demand Our path's have always been dark We have both left our mark On the worlds pains and desires We both made mistakes Our sentence; To burn in hells fires Both we do not wish goodbye And we ask please don't cry You never saw our pain on the outside You could only see it in our eyes We are not leaving to run off and hide We are leaving to live, to fulfill our suicide Staring deep at each others eyes We know that this will be the last time our hearts die This is our last and final decision We are at the end of our path, where we first met That's something i hope we will never regret Let's take our last kiss; This cruel world we will never miss As a dying flower let's take our last breath To once again meet In our love and our death Beside each other do we lay Hand in hand Beneath the ground To lovers is what we will stay With love as our tombs sound
Since early childhood I was aware of my sorroundings; looking around with the interest of a grown-up man, waiting for the golden sunrise with rosy streaks to rise from beyond the Paterno Mountain... to dazzle a southern boy with vivid dreams. The clock-tower, in the Fallen Soldiers memorial square wreath-adorned, stroke seven to announce the coming of a quite day in a valley, where orange blossoms strongly perfumed welcoming spring in all its daintiness and cheerfulness... as shallows retuned home flying over pines groves covered with gray. My chestnut-colored hair was gently brushed by a whimsical breeze, spreading the scent of jasmine's bushes wilting down; that's where robins took shelter when the summer sun was at its hightest peak and trees glistened and swayed to please a curious and adventurous southern boy with vivid dreams. Ever wondered how I had gotten to be an elaborate poet in childhood days, exploring everything to express myself in the most unique ways? It was love of Nature and its splendor breathed in with appreciation that made me who I am today, and wiping away the tears of golden age, I feel the fanthom of my presence wandering down a silent lane swarmed with sage. Night came with willowy shadows, carrying out their nocturanl task... not to frighten me, but to bring the brilliance of gleaming stars so perfectly aligned; and I dreamed with relief, knowing that there would be no endless wait to be overwhelmed with a mystery only revealed to a child with vivid dreams. I looked further above, beyond the stunning, starry sky as the brightest light shined. The country I am writing about is Italy
To watch the disk of life, illuminate give birth to colors, hold dear it speaks to my spirit, my implicate innate there is nothing in this world to fear each living tree three hundred year each year all the more to contemplate for we are kept alive by this warmth so clear returning forever, every year a new slate it does not judge, it bathes you in light. But while I enjoy summer, others will fight.
My life is so complicated, It feels as if I'm neither loved nor appreciated. This feeling I have inside of me, it burns... To imagine the touch of his soft skin against mine, It's like I'm running back and forth through time, 'Cause it's never gonna happen again... To hear his voice whispering in my ear, It would be as if I'm reliving that one special year... I'll never forget the words he said to me... "I Love You, Baby"... It makes me cry, even thinking of it now, As if I'm gonna die and won't remember how... The feelings I have for him will remain the same, Even though it makes me feel stupid and insane... I'd give my life for him, I'd just lay it on the line, I'd give my life for him, To let him know the heart that he'll always have is mine Just to show him...how much I...care...
Live, life, love who can you trust? Live, life, love Are you involved in lust? Live, life, love what does this mean to you? Live, life, love Everyday you find something new Live, life, love Is this new thing true? Live, life, love Relationships take two Live, life, love Listen to the one above you
CRAZY LOVE I haven't seen love so crazy like my love We are so madly in love; we make love mad Here I am asking myself if I have lost my mind This is faster than I have ever seen or heard This is love at its peak; enjoying every moment of it We are so good together; we are the best couple There is nothing that we cannot do; name it all Kissing, touching, sucking, caressing like we are acting a pornographic movie Oh! This is sweet crazy love. I will always love her just as she always love me There is no end to this love that we can see Everything is so perfect; we are climaxing to perfection I love the look in her eyes when I start to touch her I can never get enough of her succulent lips Am her baby; I want to suck her breast all day long Tickling her nipples makes me want to hold it in my mouth all night long Whenever she touches me, I loose my sense of reasoning The things she does to me, am so speechless to say We are crazy and we love doing crazy things She is the naughty girl I fell in love with; Am the naughty boy she loves This is crazy; we are the craziest couple... Lordvip & Currie Lordvip August, 2013
God's Great plans all this time Male and Female made to be of wholesomeness kind As the two of you growing up in different places Finding both had been singled out Among faces Godly innocence of purity Ridiculed of Morals and Standards By.. Now a day.. people of unbelief Both committed to God stand strong virtually Thou… both Knowing someday God will provide That special someone… A mate To Always to be by your side Patience, virtues all rest a sure.. Godly ways Awaiting each day God has given Male and female for Christian liven Made two of a kind.. Into Righteousness In the Now a days… World tis such a mess Just like… time… way back when Noah… built the ark… it was not pretend… God made pure.. Male and Female.. two of kind He had His reasons.. thou people were blind One day… both had desires in their hearts Seek and find Another who'd be.. Right for thee Then out of the blue.. In God's timing.. Tis True Found each other on line… Love that's Pure Bringing two pure hearts together To Pray.. Bible studies everyday For God made a way.. for you two to meet Great Plans awaits.. Serenity so sweet For Godly… Love that's True God Plans for Pure Love all this time between you two Awaiting.. True Loves' first kiss at the alter Knowing.. together in Holy Matrimony shall not falter God's Great Blessings for you both Of Commends to carry Christian Family liven God given between the two of you Everlasting Harmony Give Praise's Always to God Almighty.. Jesus Christ Our King! God Blessings of my Children Dedication to both of you as God Wills.. you found each other.. on-line.. married within 17 days.. God Meant for them to be together Tis bringing them into Holy Matrimony Married and still are Sweetly beholding True Love.. Blessings of Everlasting Harmony..
You try and do what you can in life, living each day. Not seeking all you really do. That's where he comes in, opening your eyes to the truth. You think your just a girl playing the game called life, but to him, he sees a women standing strong. Everyday you work hard to better yourself. If you asked him, he thought you couldn't get any more perfect. Standing in front of the mirror you add makeup trying to look prettier, when he sees you he smiles knowing you never need it. He sees beauty in everything you do, is always there for you when life hits you hard, and would never leave. He does exist, and is out there, if you are patient enough to find him...
I Am, two simple words beyond infinity Before the beginning and after the end, totality Existing near and far and everywhere inbetween But to His children, He allows Himself to be seen
Strong storm blew the boat until it did strand Upon rock_ shore so very far away. Please my gentle lover give me your hand There is no way you would let me be prey Row me and the boat ashore to assay This beautiful place we will immortalise No! we did not go down in depths to decay Nor did guardian angel go down likewise Didn't matter what nature will devise Lived through shipwreck we will go down in fame Thru this somehow we will be eternise The whole wide world will remember my name Now this small green isle we'll surely subdue As our great love grows and somehow renew
Lasting memories linger lightly, Swarming in a sensitive soul; Weaving waves of wishes, Taking a terrible toll. Nasty nightly nervousness, Results in ranting rhymes; Harvesting of high hopes, And savoring sensual signs. Conspiring cosmic circles, Whisper winter warnings. Briefly believing blasphemy, Fights feelings forming. Insecurity injects inspiration, Rotting the ropes of revelation, Killing the chance of consolation, Providing the pride in proclamation. Empty enriched envy. Loose longing lust. Love lasts a lifetime. Try total trust.
The Diamond in the rough has been lost in the masses of panicked flesh He looks through the eyes of the unnoticed, He thinks with the questioning of his being, He only looks to escape the day The Diamond in the rough only leaves in the night bereft of joy he entraps his plight He makes music alone waiting for pain to escape he looks in the mirror and cries at his face the Diamond in the rough he's escaped far away He's tired of the masses he sticks to like clay He walks the silk plains and travels alone,he's severed all contact with his past and his home His potential may be realized and maybe it won't He writes in his soul what his eyes have absorbed They hear it and like it but they always want more His soul's been exchanged by demons in suits For MTV slots, platinum plaques,drugs,sex, and a bust in a room The Diamond in the rough,no longer there lies but he's had enough he's decided to fly The fame and the fortune has darkened his day It's tragic, but masses proclaim him cliche' He knew they would view him as weak,and then scared Nothing else mattered he was always prepared He couldn't fear fear any longer inside Alone in a tower a diamond he died
You to me look like a fool Grinning a heartless welcome To a lost soul, By the king's summon What prize was paid? Or by pity have you offered A silly kindness For a lonely stranger? You to me look like a fool And you fool me now For I cannot understand Your sudden affection.
In mythology Neptune is male. But in astrology she represents unconditional love. which to me is a feminine thing. Neptune, Mystic Lady. Neptune, sweetest mystic maid They call you yang! Yet can't they see? That you, you be the mystic Mother, You symbol purest mystery. Ruling Pisces with your beauty, Two fishes swim, the one each way You point each soul unto each journey "The Tao! Yes you be the way. "Poets, musicians gather round me" That's what Neptune seems to say. Her way be easier via Pisces, Yet you may get there any way. But don't you fight her, or confusion Might drive you to insanity. Or drugs, or booze may beckon to you, Young Neptune well she must be free. Neptune says "Come on, disolve now, Find out, you be the ocean too, Each wave it be its own creation, Of something that be ever new" Oh Neptune "love with no conditions" You be each souls own destiny, You be the all, filled bold with beauty, Oh, Neptune, maid of mystery.
You carried my emotions from the start Each emotion bound in the small black note Each one coming straight from my chilly heart The music you make is my antidote Through the preludes my comfort softly lay By way of mazurkas my soul does fly But to divulge you must learn how to play Although learning is not a piece of pie Piano brings emotions around town You have the power to bring my heart up Or throw me on the floor and beat me down There are hard times when I just want to cup My hands in my face and rock back and forth And think Piano is a friend of worth
Love abounds in the still air setting poets hearts on fire Two souls filled with melody Eros shot his arrow true Piercing the organ of love A sensual yearning starts Within her heart an ember Until touch sets it alight These two poets united They sing in sweet harmony As their words of love pour forth Blending together in rhyme Together they face the World rising to each new challenge Within shared words they are bound Two hearts now forever changed A Shadowlam Production. Brought to you by Shadow Hamilton and Richard Lamoureux. Dedicated to Mustapha, wishing you much happiness in your new relationship.
Tears of a Runaway Blinded by these tears; Choking on my useless words; Heart racing like a horse; Lungs gasping for air. I long for that happiness That I once felt. Instead, painful memories Are coming back to hurt me. Running away Sounded like a good solution, Even though I may trip and fall. I'll just keep on running, 'til I can't run at all. I trip and completely fall down, But I don't get up this time. I'm just lying on the ground, now, Crying 'til I can't cry anymore…tears. Blinded by these tears; Choking on my useless words; Heart racing like a horse; Lungs gasping for air. I don't know what to do now. I'm just paralyzed on the ground; Except that I'm also shaking From all the crying that I'm doing. Running away Wish I could say That I would stay. But, God, just please help me? The coldness is wrapping around me Like it's a frozen blanket. Trapped in this cold, cold world And in my mind, memories swirled. Blinded by these tears; Choking on my useless words; Heart racing like a horse; Lungs gasping for air. As I lie here, I wonder What it would be like If my life was happier. I can't really say for sure What would be going on. But if my life was happier, I wouldn't be singing this song. I once felt that warmth and comfort, But now it's gone. And it's been so long That everything in my life now is wrong. I'm blinded by these tears; Still choking on my useless words; My heart still racing like a horse; My lungs still gasping for air. These are the tears of a...runaway
Peel of my layers One after the other See my core Become gentler For you, it might be a pretty game To me, it's a mystery untamed Drenched in the pool of my own sweat I don't let slip in the regret The paths I choose Will see the answers be met I finally drop the noose Around my neck The voices are no more a blur The faces are no more a haze I am turning over To a silent page As the only thing matters now Is to let nothing ever matter again
What more have we to write about? Waters rippling from thrown stones? And what of passion or true love Found only through lasting pain. The aches suffered throughout the times Will surface forevermore, Relentless to our fighting urge To suppress the burn once more. Stabbing at our beating hearts A strike merely meant to wound So as to heal, so as to learn From the pasts we live within, Trapped like a mouse inside a maze Which has no exit nor light; A lonely soul left to wander 'round 'Til it finds a wall to sob near. What more have we to write of, You ask? No, what more have we to see.
As a man who suffers from a lung attack and gasps for oxygen, so Am I when you are away from me.... How devastated he feels.......... Hopes and life feel as if there are to come to a hold,rather to an end..... That's how I feel when I can not feel your touch anymore........... The emptiness of being lost is all I feel when you suddenly more away from my life... Even that beautiful and unusual wiper which you say in the morning as a greeting and in the night as a lullaby is no more..... OH!!!.... I cry ...... I look around if at any chance I would catch you gazing at me.... I .....I just desire after your love..... Your love is all I long for in the ring of my life.... When I don't feel your love , I gasp for it.... I am a human in a death bed,so helpless and one more step away from me takes the little air I have to live on... I am nothing anymore.... The more steps you take away through the various ways you show me your love, the more I gasp for your love.... Lord God!!! please stay close...... Close to me...... I gasp after your love..... A gasp for love.... A Gasp of love is what I have without you my dearest Lord.....
It's all out there and in here too. The pain, confusion, and anxiety. What is a person to do, who lags in the virtue of piety. It must be given to One much more powerful than I, And so I have done, But not quite, so that's a lie… I take back what I have given, And suffer it all over again, Though I've been forgiven, Such is the haunting of sin. How could I have ever done these things; Is what the too proud conscience sings.
Why did God create angels to wander behind the gates of Heaven to protect it from Hell, or to obey the command of His will? Without my knowledge, or comphrension, He assigned one of them to protect me... why would a mortal like me defy His intention? Everywhere I go, that angel safeguards me. Perils on the road multiply as countless miles, blind corners can kill, if someone is not keen; pedestrians cross boulevards at red lights, signs warn to cross them when they turn green. I often feel that a spiritual being is walking beside me, he doesn't breathe, cast a shadow, or can be seen... but that angelic presence is strong: that's why I feel safe and laugh as a babe in the arms of a mother whose endless love surpasses death. Everybody thinks that the mission of angels is to read sacred books and sing of God's glory, not watching us who dwell on this planet of fright; how wrong they must be for their limited insight when their life is not bright! Think again: they are in search of good souls to reward them with miracles!
Here I am. Standing on the very edge of the cliff... I look at you, your eyes like gems. I jump off. You say "only if" But I don't hear the rest... My only explanation is I'm too sick. Too sick of you pretending, thinking you're the best. It felt all way too quick... I look down, suddenly scared. I will fall and no one will catch me. I am so unprepared. Young forever... is that all I will ever be? Three feet away from the hard, solid ground. All the memories flash right there. I'm starting to regret my last choice, turn the clock the other way around. Where will I go now? Please tell me where...
In the midst of this world's chaos and confusion… There is an answer! There is a solution! Many people have tried all different kinds of things. Not realizing the consequences this often brings… I'm going to say something. This I shall confess… Without God in our lives. Everything is one big mess! Have you thought about what history does unfold? The many wars, famines, and deaths untold? One just can read the book of Revelation. This world's going to go through a great tribulation! Our hope isn't in world government. Or chasing a "U.F.O…" It's only in Jesus... The redeemer of our soul! If heaven is a place would you'd like to be… Think about where you'd like to spend your eternity… With Christ in your life… You can't go wrong. In his sheltering arms… Is where you belong! Jesus… Who created this earth and everything within… Can wash you clean…. And take away your sin! All of creation cries out and proclaims… The beauty and majesty of his awesome name! He is the solution to the way you're livin.'! Why not accept him today… And be FORGIVEN! By Jim Pemberton 02/17/11
One night the sunset rolled down soft and slow behind the hills afar, and I sat rocking back and forth with rhythm in the trees as headlights drove away, and turned my gaze from sky above where Venus and her brightest friends came out to play, to tracing helter-skelter paths of tiny crimson ants criss-crossing broken bricks below my feet like scars, and I thought of all the moments in my life that led me here, and how the ocean spreads across the world to touch the shore, and how the mother keeps her child so close and does adore, and I thought of you, of but a girl, but whom I hold so dear
~Parallel strands of blonde silk hide her vulnerable eyes. If only to foresee what shall lye ahead. Surrender to my embrace Ophelia. Judgement nor prejudice dispel a hearts' affection. Lay now bound journal. Rippled with twill,tell your jaded past. May lips sealed try to speak. Solace crests upon a subdued soul. I rest at feet for truth. Our love lead not for despair.~
Nothing gold can stay. Sometimes u find it slips away, Something close that u can touch, But in the end it was to much, Like a flood flowing through a city, Life is hard when u live in pity, Things may be good but turn bad, Sometimes it makes u really sad, Days and nights may go, Just have to live life nice and slow, Maybe somethings may not be right, Its never good to pick a fight, Sometimes u find it slips away, Nothing gold can stay.
Three months is date Six months our hearts pulsate Ninth month is here If there isn't hate Then soon will be a year We're really to believe it to be fate? Smothering ourselves in this theory A concept based solely upon the idealistic "soulmate" By this, we incorrigibly infatuate Neglecting what's real Ignorantly becoming our own hostages Essentially an internal inmate Prisoners who fear Distrust And self mutilate We're sitting patiently as we wait And wait Just to wait Playing these games we're burdened to tolerate Causing confusion Creating heartache But in the end I'm betting all that I've got Betting on the most evident of facts As I'll always be the first to call... Checkmate
Wherever I go through out my whole life, I end up struggling with lots of strife. Thinking that my life is a total waste, Wanting it to be over in a haste. I can feel the pain inside my own heart, Like someone through at my a deadly dart. The wound is easing deeper and deeper, Will the pain ever stop getting bigger? Feeling emo is never a good thing, Cutting your arm makes a really bad sting. Blood is dripping from my arms and my heart, Failing to dodge the largest deadly dart. Drowning in all the lies and self pity, I live each day but always feel sh*tty. I have lots of thoughts about suicide, But then I think about those who have died. Those who have died not just from suicide, But also those who are really nice guys. ... ... ... ...This "poem" was actually suppose to be a couplet (on any thing you want) for my english class but i made this kind bcuz i was feeling emo that day...and also after i was done i read it over and it almost sound like a rap song which, i guess, is kinda funny and cool.........
Summer was here I enjoyed it not Heat and humidity did not hit the spot Spring now a different thing_in spring_love Slightly warm days flashing of color, Dove Blooms from bulbs_so many shades of green Upon the trees_renewal of all seen Fall is almost here banishing summer Shorter days_cooler nights_welcome color When winter comes blowing fall asunder Barren trees_cold days even nights colder Then the memory of the flavored kiss Rose flavored kiss under the rose trellis
Time to visit back, a new hope Mysterious story, like never before Be the natural, love sees scope Rebelled with heaven, that is sure Reason though unique, intensely pure Rising in the fall, no one ever heard Angels are back, unique musical bird Fallen Angels unite, for a plot in mind Losing powers, just simply be a dove Seeking grounds, for soul mate to find Angels descending, bring from above, Echoes of mercy, whispers of love Common and beauty, unison least No boundaries to curb, be called beast Gave away all, people always wish for Being angels meant, nothing without ONE Fought with Father, not like just an allure Walked and sailed, different worlds run Being on top, people below they do shun Angel however unite, beyond the powers Be with the only ONE, years and hours
Somehow in this disintegrated abyss I have come to find Me, Myself and I Somehow endlessly trying to find my mind Something I have come to miss in this, transcendental place inside a colorless, formless, define less thought amplified space, where I reside Assist me be so kind? One with the dark dreadlocks Hide it in Pandora's Box & never ever open it For you never know The thoughts that might govern it It could be the biggest paradox Hello! High! Delicate Divine Beautifully refined, soul. I have seen you before We have endured many past lives You seem to be the one i've been existing for I've looked from the end of the world to the planets next door I cannot think anymore My minds spilled all over the floor Pardon me, Sorry Excuse all the gore I know this is not what you came here for Where does your magnetic consciousness sleep? Is it there amongst unknown beings? Or is it where we dream? Why does every little thing seem to be So obscene? I cannot see Come Gather in the land of extravagant delight and reckless abandon Observe the Queen of all beautiful scenes Something u will never fathom Watch, as she bleeds out all her dreams
Emotions are the ropes that hand from tree branches Blowing in the breeze like Spanish Moss And from these emotions love is knotted Love A nose that suffocates us While ill feet dangle with gravity toe distends in reach Yet it is we who allow are selves to dangle One would thinks o freely When in reality we kill are selves for what we think beautifully Perhaps it is best to love from a fare As long as their worth loving Dose it mater if they know at all Why must we string up loves ropes When we know it will be the death of us Perhaps love is more a blind mans world To see beauty in ugly things You must overcome death the ropes bring Yet love it seems lives to trick us all Hidden Death in life's clothing But a one eyes man is king in a blinds man world Some of us care knives Cut lose the ropes that strangle us Left one eye to see for all A laugh in the face of love But love you see is a vengeful ***** Can't stand to not have the last laugh So for ever on are toes We dance around love Leaving the club before were swept away in the mosh pit Yet love is a shadow we can never seem to stray away from It calls to us like fear in the dark Tempting are hearts with visions of those we once loved So it seems weather we suffocate now or later in are dreams Love is death Even for a one eyed king
The soldier, the war, and I Today I am home and thinking to my self.. What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family? What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family? And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war.. Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country? Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely? Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go? Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured? Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family? Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back? Today I am home and thinking to myself.. Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill Today I am home and thinking to myself.. How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both! And at the end I stop. I think no more.. I am grateful for the things I have, I am grateful for the people who surround me... And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering Of all of those who have been touched by it.
Warm and lost. Oceans of selfish freedom. See you, see me, longing for a bliss filled warm embrace. I feel you as I float by. Calm, safe, alone and free. Are you my Island? Letting go. I move in to your flow, a salty surge, a rush, a wave. I wave, a smile. I fall. Love. Be so brave. Lovers soul is found. Love is lost. I crave, I crave that smile, the wave that melts. I swim. Angels and Gods guide a rebels mile. Colourless sight, colourful night, into your arms I melt, engulfed by pure white light.
his eyes tell me he loves me yet he can never seem to utter the words but I know his fingers lace through mine so intricately yet the warmth they emanate feels cold because I know his body conforms to mine perfectly as we make love yet his heart is nowhere near for I know his true intentions his angelic lips make my heart skip a beat yet they never meet mine because, then, he will know that I know he does not love me fully he lacks a beating heart he is missing a conscience clear of meteor-like holes and he neglects to care as much as he truly wishes he could because I know he is not human, though not a monster his is not a man, though nothing short of a gentleman he is here for a purpose that only I understand and he sees my awareness my beautiful, soulless, immortal I live for you
This world can look like an evil place; Where a man is judged by money, colour or race. When a child is broken by a 'human being' Yet the judge decides the evidence 'not worth seeing' This world can sound like we're knocking on hell's gate Innocence like venison, on the guilty man's plate This world can feel like a kind of hell All who hurt have a story to tell But this world is still a beautiful place, To those who have nothing - yet still say grace
Oh how can one capture Your beauty on paper Without you evaporating Off as it is your nature The stars are your jewels The moon is your crest Everyone drools As if blessed Your silence is serenity That whisper to my thoughts An overwhelming beauty That ties my stomach up in knots How humble I am sound A beauty incomparable With a radiance so profound Your absence is unbearable
A simple peace of this fragmented reality of the spirit flight now, I lay me down to sleep a spiritual realm of possibilities inches forward my third eye of perception wide and receiving an unconscious consciousness of God's realm peering inward a small piece of life's mystery reveals a brilliant flight purple and light green float in a vision beyond comprehension I dive in and receive this unimaginable gift a garden of light and energy suspended free my spirit heeds the call as I drift submersed in a love words cannot express I drown in light............... The Spiritual Dream A Rambling Poet Contest "A Fragmented Dream" By Rick Parise
Caught on the unever grounds of submission With a never ending option of segression Talking about the differences of evil and good Walking among man learning as I should Memories of ancient Egypt and it's wood Vibrent obcarities at the mention of your name Violent observations and from with they came Fighting over rotted ruins and pegs for a game Carring over obsecurities of a famous dame Locked into eternitiy left on what remains
Beautiful silent night under the bright shining moon gazing under the stars sharing with them in the light.. Having a soothing effect, in natures company.. Lets walk into the lane; you and me... composed into each other having a delightful coversation, Far away from the madening crowd me and you so being togetter, me holding you tightly you walking without any fuss speaking of hardly ever spoken stuff talking minus words.. conversing through our eyes.. silence never felt so good. we dont need 101 reasons to love; just being in the company will fulfill our desires,dreams.. just you and me...and no one else. swaying away endlessly into neverending lane.. with company of moon,being kissed by the plants; in the dark scary night...with you as m companion.
Their trying to tell you something, It's being shown on the screen, It's being told in music, ding ding, But you were indoctrinated by thirteen. Mtv shows you Masonic ritual, Flashing symbols in your third eye, Leave you in crisis, needing spiritual hospital, You've had an overdose of an intoxicating lie! It's time to break the spell, turn off the T.V. With all its degrading, intoxicated role models, How anyone finds this acceptable for children, spent on me, Maybe this is why society is fuelled by self gratifying morals.
As strong as I'am after all I've been in tune. Couldn't believe that I lives haven one's unbeing. Even when am afar to tire to fall asleep. If then wasn't a time and once I were to reflect. Since awful truths is all that is coming into being appetative.
the world got blur, so soft I could fall through blankets. and time stopped. it didn't know where to go... for that night you were god and I was god and we did all the things gods don't do.
be still my heart just hush ill get rid of this big bad crush if only you knew how much i care the kind of love i have for you is rare you dont even know my hearts on fire and that your the one that i desire i dream of kissing your lips but when i wake away you slip be still my heart just hush ill get rid of thei big bad crush i wish i could tell you how i feel then your touch i wouldnt have to steal you would be mine with our hearts and body intertwined i wouldnt have to dream and i could be with you always i wouldnt have to scheme this secret is hard to keep into my heart its etched deep
When will I learn to anticipate Love's keen and painful sting? Penetrating deep within my chest and spreading it's poisen. High, ever so high, only to fall again and to seize in agony. Oh, Love, why do you trick me with a veil as deceitful as infatuation? How you held me close, and embraced me with your affection, Only to push me away and shatter my heart again. I cannot pick up my pieces, for the shards are many in number, They litter the foor around me as I sink to my knees, Staining my legs with glittering, ruby glass. I crouch over the jagged diamonds, And wish my tears to mend my glass heart back togther. I'm the Cinderella without a glass slipper. Instead of fleeing the Prince for fear of midnights final tone, I fell from his gaze.. and fell under my drowning tears. Can he see his Princess cannot surface the waves of her fear and depression?
I've tried to tamper with such precious time Looked forward and back with open eyes I wonder about the day I'll die Will there be rain or shine? Maybe both, maybe none As I speak another life has begun Wish them luck as they carry on Bewildered within these starry nights I thought of time when I have lied Oh such precious time It flies (im sleeping outside) Signs and dreams lead me to believe That somehow, some way I'll be something great Do I choose to be nieve? They'll never know Do I choose to be so weak? It'll never show (I'll be sleeping outside) Love is such a clishey it seems Something I could only see Her eyes drew us in like summer heat Cupids arrows were made of clay Oh yes I've longed for this day I knew I wasnt lying anymore (I always sleep outside where the weather is nice I can feel everything for what it's worth dont give me signs or written lines give me your solid words)
The world of ice, in perfect white, tainted blood, as black as night, the love of lost, on end of chain, the shoeless freak, out in the rain, the homeless child, lost in fright, sleeps by day, runs by night, always forward, never back, the heartless Psycho, the bodies stack, the dark and red, on silver blade, you now lay in, the bed you made.
I'm So Very Thankful… I'm so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he's created… His beauty is displayed! I'm so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I'm so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I'm so thankful for the beauty and glory he's shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I'm so thankful for the many things he's done for me… He's given me his love which flows abundantly! I'm so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He's taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I'm so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he's with me. And he'll never depart! I'm so thankful that you're reading what I've been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who's merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You'll allow Christ to have your heart "amended." Thank you Lord! For what you've done and are going to do… It's another way that I can say "I LOVE YOU!" Thank you Lord! For all that I've received and so much more… You've made my life complete… And are worth living for!
It was a voice in my head A whisper in my ear A sound I've come to dread A thing I've come to fear It was the look in its eyes On a face whiter than snow Seeing through all my lies Uncovering that I do not show It was the power in its stare Showing what I don't want to see Saying your time is near And you can neither hide nor flee It was the words it said Creeping into me in a whisper Telling me that she is dead Telling me I know I'll miss her It was what it forced me to see Things I've hidden away with denial Things I said I'd never be For which I'll surely stand on trial It is what I will become A thrall of the shadow Death's own son Libera nos a malo!!! It is what I feel Black bleak sadness Pain I wish wasn't real Driving me to the brink of madness It is what I stand for My prerogative The urge to always be more My reason to live
The light of first beginning Still feeds us with love: Hot Fish and Bread and white wine As blessed meal of mine. I eat with my dove The sweet grains, Lord.
Introduction: Wonders of the lights, the meditative aurora of the world... In silenced sleepless nights They draw me close to them, Through visionary lands and sights Of unfulfilled needs, the worldly fame, Towards a realm without immorality The immortality of kindness, The poignant poise of sympathy Lives be in them, placidness. Airy lands of the skies The soundless voice of paradise, The symbol peace of serenity Let it be released - Tranquility.
______________ In this trial of lessons fared for wisdom aquire though pain lay near with a tear a spirit rejoice for through thy storm blue sky appear ___________________________ A Solitary Sonnetist Contest
Two mirrors are facing each other each of them, with one of us staring we are, but we can not touch there is no link to cross our borders The ones we loved are now behind us they escaped from holding our hands why did we have to cross our paths? if in discord were staying our hearts In a different life, there is a past a less complicated dimension and if there is reincarnation will disappear our scars Two mirrors are facing each other what if they break? What if we fall in the darkness? of our fatal mistake! Carlos Mongrut 2010
They locked eyes. Engines revved and roared. When the light flashed green, tires screamed across the pavement, other horns were honked, and a cup of Coke flew across the lane divider into the lap of the second driver even as the car of the first driver veered off into a ditch, overturned, cabin crunched into a tree and three souls rode their last. The traffic teacher says we must control our emotions, but I know this is impossible. Emotion binds the heart of every human. We can control our responses to these feelings, or else ignore them entirely. I wish I could choose the latter.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Death is but an empty grave, And the soul dies in that slumber, Which will rot its bones away. Death is merely but a passage, No, the grave is not its goal; Beyond the boundaries of age Hearst you true words of the soul. 'Tis enjoyment and 'tis sorrow That destined is to fill our days And 'tis true as we grow older We find us farther from today; Yet art is long and time is fleeting And we must wisely choose to change How we spend our current meeting While onward march we to the grave In the world's broad field of battle, And torment of impending death Be not scared, nor be frightened Rather lift up high your head Believe in the coming future Learn from the passing past Make your living in the present Leave handprints on many a heart Lives of great men are all studied But truly remembered are only those Who've departing left behind them A bright smile, of love a dose Memories, that perhaps another Pushing through the feats of life A forlorn and shipwrecked lover Seeing, once more shall fall in love Let us then be up and doing, persevering With a goal deep in our hearts and minds Still achieving, still pursuing, knowing With love nothing is far behind And even though one day we surely Meet our passage through death and grave We boldly move on forward trusting We've made the best of every day And behind us that we loved ones leave To spread the knowledge we've acquired "Of death afraid you shall not be, And can become all you aspire"
Pardon, May someone please; What is this place? Why does it appeare that time itself slows? Why do Butterflies throng and heartbeats race? Why do hearts melt as tho' snowflakes, Whom knows?
Life, with your flow, I dance And with your course, I sway Sometimes with smiles which help me prance Sometimes with tears, painfully red or grey Life, beautiful for the lucky ones They are the enjoyers, the swans For me, with faith blooming And with my youth blossoming I pine, and yearn, like the Holy Queen For the love of my years as a teen Where are you prince charming? For your warm heart I am searching! Life is a dance, whether a tango or a ballet I live it with the zeal of an anklet When I swirl and fly over mountains In my mind, I am rid of all pains My own life, filled with my own strife Fate shall you be kind to me in my afterlife If I perform my moves with grace And give the world a much needed solace? Placed 6th in the contest
She was haunting the wilderness of Night With the darkness over her damned Essence. Suddenly, she had caught a mortal's sight, She had dark grimace on her countenance. She ambled towards the forlorn young man, She stopped as if someone had grabbed her hand. On the man's head, there was a flashy crown, He must be a Prince from some distant-land. Once, she too was a Princess on this earth. Until someone bewitched her with a curse That She will live within the life-in-death. Will God still bestow her the reimburse? Bewitched, she never had the time to love. Now this new Love has bewitched her again, Her rotten heart was fluttering like Dove But her misery gave her utmost pain. She prayed to God for divine miracle In a slight hope that she was still hanging Between life and death, with a debacle That befell on her without her longing. God took pity on her ill provision And bestowed her gifts of Love, Eternal Her dead skins freshened with apparition Of Existence, once bewitched, infernal. The Princess then met her despondent Prince, Who too fell in love at first sight of her. Their two hearts were blessed with inner peace Though they were bewitched in love, forever. [WRITTEN BY Osman Gani]
The heavens declare God's glory As the body without the spirit is dead So too the moon is dead It has no light of its own Without the light of the sun She cannot shine and give light In the darkness So too as the sun rises In newness each day So too shall the moon Rise in newness of light Reflecting the Glory Of The SUN/SON Like a whirling dancer The heavens swirl And sway dressed In her skirt of stars To the lyrical rhythm The musical beat Of The word of life © Brenda V Northeast 21/ 01/ 2012
Igloo of ice gives Light from warm fire, Aurora Borealis out
Go ahead! Break me wide open spread me out thin Thin...as the dough beneath the well dusted rolling pin Slender my edges and refine my rounded shape push me away from you with each forceful roll extend me in our mutual exertion to define it Yes...do straighten me slowly carefully gently lovingly...this time as the white page spread beneath the 17th century palm in hopeful contemplation Indeed serious intent born of the preciousness of the white page alone Can you feel the writer catching his breath with which to begin Yes I FEEL YOU catching yours just now In brave... bravest planned intent So... this time break me wide But also.... then true The confession after the lie that has lain between us for years in good stead As the little perfect pale egg in your bowl on any given Saturday morning with a single sudden tap just a brisk strike ...spoken from bowed head and with averted eyes that you will insist on bringing round to meet mine Lest I find weakness in your delivery and once more deny you this Go ahead...try to write out the final passages of this our tall and long tale You may use an ink well if you wish and a quill If it will add romance...ambiance nuance But first you will need to erase...the expression on your face when you last saw me for the first Your face filled with the sudden sunlight of your own unencumbered sunrise breaking wide open across your tired sky at the first crest of my visage embrace With pupils dilating and grin spread vista wide across yours only breathtaking gorgeous lined face Go ahead mine truest love Break me wide open for the sky that I can love the world in perfection Before I die
Seriousness settles in, like an old friend Seriousness spreads like a disease Infecting us, accelerating, our aging process Our youthfulness, our playfulness, slowly slipping away Our wonder in life, diminishing Seriousness leading to rigidness, pathway to small mindedness! Days and years, rolling into one Colourless, lifeless, mundane, dull and boring "What day is it?" "Don't smile or your face might crack!" Judgemental, cantankerous! Pompous attitudes, of modern day man Stubbornness and ignorance, clinging to what's familiar Seriousness, up tightness, humourless, imagination vanished, pathway to madness! The mind focused on its self created drama's Fears constantly being stimulated, from our outside world Personal insecurities, constantly being triggered, inside The past lives on, the present forgotten What was once important, now, left on the back burner Hard headed, victim orientated Righteous, self absorbed Emptiness, hollowness, helplessness Seriousness and ignorance, walk hand in hand Becoming, our best friends The vampire suckers of vitality Sucking the life, out of our personal goals and childhood dreams Lose of faith, gradually, losing our way Lost, amongst the thick of it Not knowing any different Everything becoming an illusion Seeing things as it should be In our own little universe, no one else's! Entrapment of the mind Our, personal intelligence, laying dormant Body and mind, riddled with dis - ease Heart beating hard, starving for a substance, we call love Numb, to the outside Numb, on the inside Desensitized! Going crazy! Consumed with our own self created loneliness and separation Ignorance meets insanity!
As blood drips down I stare at myself with a frown Her body flashy red Stabbed her dead Dropped my knife Started to caress my wife Gruesome love As I removed my infected glove Flowed in my mind were memories How the joy to bury her in the cemeteries' graves I chopped her many and waves Of worship appeared I knew I feared This, I loved too much I remember the first touch My hands on her hips Licked mine and on her lips As my hand gentle rows to the end of her back I managed to take a snack My hands reaching her round behind Combined of the kissing of her chest Licking between the two breast I become more attracted And more distracted Pushed her on the bed Instead my jumping ahead I gave time So then she can be mine In the mid-dust, forever Me and her together As I stormed with the ring I became the king And she is my queen The glorious scene In a dull and faded With me is hatred I had to say In a mysterious way I have done a mistake That no one can break I picked the knife stabbed myself and returned To my lover that I burned…
Thoughts displaced by rolling palpitations, From left to right grow these numbing sensations, A face which spirals down, drooping from smile to frown. Time hibernates in this moment protracted, Legs bow and shake to our drama just acted, Senses into overdrive, does pain show you're still alive? Oxygen masks, Coxes' rowing commands, Heart beat machines is what love demands, "You need time to relax", prescriptions from Quacks, Is love just a commonplace heart attack?
Love Hopeful, Hurtful Exposing, Hiding, Changing Secrets hidden by emotion. Lies
When you smile at me i laugh at you When you laugh at me i smile back I try and hide the pain and agony I feel So i left this earth and went to Mars To live closer to the lovely stars; You might not think it's true You say you know me You act like you know me You even talk like you do, But that's not true You talk about me like you know me from deep inside You have even tried to have that denied But sooner or later i'm gonna die And no one will care To you and them it doesn't matter anymore 'Cause I'll be under the soiled floor I'll be forgotten; Never spoke of, I'll be hurt and killed because of love. No one will miss me I'll die with no one's sympathy They won't even ask what happened to me Livin' alone i think i hate myself It's like i'm on the top of a never-ending bookshelf Feelin' as if i'm gonna fall any second now I'm gonna die and won't remember how I'm sayin' to the world "good-bye" Now i'm gonna ask you this: Can ya hear my shouts and cries Can ya see the tears in my eyes Can ya hear, can ya see, can you feel me? Baby, please...help me Take the pain away So i'll never deal with it for Another day
A little everything is all that matters, When I see you wave at your mates. And you seem pleased with the slightest flatters, They deliver a flying kiss, Oh! you dates. I wear fancy clothes and apply shiny lip gloss. For you to see me once, for real and not when in trance. I wear the latest hair colors, stealing my mom's dollars, I polish my nails clean, with all the brands from the magazine. At nights when I sit to study I keep wondering... How the next day I could look more appealing. But days passed by and all I get from you is... A couple of funny stares in the last 250 days. No more of faking around, and now my normal self abound. I no more look at you, or notice the things you do. Three months pass by, with my grades I am already pre-occupied. And then one day a strange voice calls my name, Sounds familiar, but I wonder where I heard the same. I turn around with the pencil in my mouth, My head spins and gets filled with doubt. The sweetest "Hi!" you deliver me; And I realize, that all this time you had been a seeker of simplicity...
Lamb well roasted with wine : tears... New potatoes red; Savory grave,dill gravy Green salad wears; Forgive us... God !...
After the interview; Each rider and horse, move it off, all too quickly. My head how it spins, around it. As it works each day, with such beautiful hands. None known here, can refuse it. Here in this factory, they own it. It are they, as they hang down, each cloud and dawn like dew, each tip, now dripps with it. What has it done. What should it do. Roles reversed, would you. i look they say, like it. I frown they laugh and i smile at it. Upside down, they are all I see, and it's full with it. They all watch it, as none can slip by it. Explaining and swirling about, as it utters. Looking at it, most like they, start to work. One says it's simple mechanical, it's poetry. Fore their arms are off and their aft of it. All just because, they make cream from it. Factory chatter is loud and the clamor it grows as each machine moves, up and down, outside all around it. The bottles once clear, are warm when they're filled, and the milk comes out, quickly through it. They try Calming it down, as too many hang down, and around it, are those hands that confess it. Each cow, you now know, has it's very own name, and as Betsy stands there, don't confuse it Is It Poetry
Black LOVE My head rested on the pillow of her smooth skin. She opened the curtains of her being, My hands slip into indulgence while they explored her expansive dark skin. With half words she whispered moans, followed by screams of passion. With her shadow I bounded, as she swarmed waters of our endless longing passed. By Jay Johnson
Touched A soft breeze tickles my senses Like cotton candy triggering sweetness Am I touched by another world Where love embraces my emptiness Far away from worldly matters Three dimensional or not Questions arise and provoke the critics Yet Science is proof of what?
Hidden beneath the surface behind a masked disguise, The truth about my Prince Charming was veiled in his eyes. So full of Love and Kindness so quick to lend a hand, Everybody loves him they'd never understand. Gifts of love and flowers after another fight, I really must provoke him I know that he is right. Adorning me with his love he does show tenderness. As long as I obey his every need we'll live in happiness. He makes me feel special Though at times I feel so bad I really dont mean to do it but I know I make him mad. I know that he really loves me but I mustn't disobey, I just want to make him happy I know no other way. He does patches up the marks though my face he will not touch, So no one else see's that I disobey him that much. He's good at hiding our secret So no one else know our flaws. He's loved by all who know him And though I love him it does hurt. I sometimes wonder why But he does it so to teach me still it always make me cry. There are times that I hate him for pain and the bruises no one see's. Although I know he loves me so Why does he do it to me? Maybe one day I would learn how not to decieve or disobey Oh how it must make him feel and why I must always pay. No one else suspects it For he never marks my face To them he's a friend to all to me, The Phantom of Menace.
I got trapped in the dark the cancer creeps closer towards my heart I cant stand the pain that starts they put a needle in me my heart stops beating I cant hear my thoughts or what im feeling everything seems cluttered I stand here in a daze but your face starts to fade I start to loose my feeling my hands are numb and my toes wont budge my brain stops working little flakes peel off my heart my heart turns gray I cant wait to fly away in the light I shall go somewhere else but my home where pain meets pleasure and death meets love
I can remember every time I've watched the sun rise. Each time so much different from the last. The awakening of the world, the pulse of it all, always the same. I can feel the rumble of her heart beat right through me. Oh how I cherish these moments of peace.
I floated into the windless sky of the tranquil night visited by minuscule stars that were subdued by dim moonbeams calling for some gleeful dreaming; and I wistfully dreamed of a lovelier and calmer planet remembering two kind and sincere eyes much lovelier than bluebells swaying in clay pots. I kept thinking of other universes never discovered by me and they surely existed beyond ours which couldn't thrill me anymore with its mysteries; dazzlingly beautiful they were as they expanded further into interstellar infinity... showing a grandiose light surpassing the one seen by the shepherds. Many hours went by, and soon what I had envisioned started to vanish before dawn, and floating back to earth I beheld that awesome vision of the Heavens. I landed in corn fields tangled by tarn that made me cringe, tasting unripe corn; and cherishing what I saw, I recalled that sojourn which lasted for long hours! I told everyone what I had seen in that dream so realistic, but they jeered at me, believing I was hallucinating; I even had to endure some tongue-lashing from mother as she noticed my pants togged in my boots: " You look like a soldier!" she screamed. . I'm hoping to return to that lovelier and calmer planet, where everything is peaceful.
He said he loved me before we met that he loved me in unconsciousness Now I have loved in many degrees but this saying remains a mystery. It begs the question "what love is this"? Is love not love of character and deed and all other reasoning remiss? Love comes easy I know right off a beautiful soul I long to unlock Attraction is simple but enchantment is rare It's the substance of love that leaves you aware One can promise a wealth to hold but until it's seen it's only fools gold Unexplainable connections may never end but to trust ones character enough to depend that is the key which locks love in Therein lies loves lasting synonym If love is not a conscious choice what voice have deeds to tell when if by chance enchantments spell fades with many miles dispelled So if enchanted I live without yet find trust in the love I see greater the blessing to dream awake than enchanted by the one who sleeps
This tis be True Love Within your eyes such gleam My Heart tis a radiant glow Together divinity beholds Enchantment to extremes… Of Sweeetness overflows With tis Celestial colors With God's Promise of True Love Blessings here on earth More than could ever ask of This is what life here Is supposed to be like Miracles' of heavenly Treasures of True Love Tis Truth to behold… All tis heavens' foretold…. Together we shall entwine Precious Sweetness Priceless True Love kind… And With being born-again Into God's Glorious kingdom Beholding God's Miraculous Glorious Love of Purity .. for all Eternity Tis to be… beyond Blessed With such Miracles Both True Love here -of human kind Born-again with Pure True Love- Sweet Divine For times of all times.. Eternity sublime
There is a meadow Where Wildflowers bloom A small brook flows through it There one's heart stays in tune As a child one's spirit Returns to freedom running, skip, jump Pick the Wildflowers Rest at will or lie down A tree grows there Which has fruit of any kind Just reach up and touch__ Pick_which flavor or color appeal There's always time to play Relax stay for a day This magical place of childhood Where I go many times to stay
Is it you ? is it me? Stuck in a world of a fantasy Heart beats, unceasingly Is this what they call ecstasy? Some say "the heart wants ,what the heart wants" Yet the fire is oh! So enticing! Tranquilizing! I adore it! I fear it! Chancy foot stands transfixed in front The petrified foot it taunts As it takes one step back, Chancy stands there and laughs Torn between the two…my heart weeps What path to take? My heart! Guidance it seeks The fear of falling Holds me back The want for love Pushes me back The shackles of scary bounds me tight Chancy is there, never to give up with out a fight Arising a hurricane is what they doo My poor feeble heart, knows not what to do The heart is pure. It seeks it strives to find who proves to be true The ultimate winner..is still unknown For here my heart still stand in the sea of unknown Cupid I beg you do guide me And dare not strike me and leave me With your arrows of blind love Guidance is what I need Give me that and I shall heed Leave me not in the dark of misery Leave me not in the sea of mystery But guide me to that ever shinning light Scary or chancy With what do I side? Shall forever remain a secrecy…. ~M.M.M
She keeps her darkness well within Under her smile so drenched with sin Letting it seep and settle in, The only proof, a dazzling grin She don't even flinch at being fought She knows she's in safe hands For she gives the impression of being guiltless Behind her pure eyes and consenting tilt With that her darkness is able to keep Settling in deep It started slowly, with the sin of lies She liked the taste of getting by Slowly it began to grow, now glows and flies, She's Quite the pickpocket with words, She could convince death Talk him through the words of his suicide note Persuade him to the bullet in his own head Then put on the best act of sympathy. The darkness within starting to traverse Still safe from all those but the blind For they have no eyes to see her innocent face With their sight They know the darkness that grows It whispers to them intimidation's The truth shall stays behind red lips With Fear as there only glimpse They remain with sealed lips. The child drenched with sin Given A smartly smirk With a half heated heart She feels herself being pulled into the dark Feeling her bones quiver with promised warmth She lets is take over… The sin seeped into her blood The darkness wrapped around her heart Forever protecting her from hurt Knowing she will never see heartbreak again She stands still and let darkness take control Knowing she never has to give thought to love She gives her mind to the wit sin Enjoying the taste of adrenaline that will forever overflow her She keeps it safe with her stunning grin, her untainted blue eyes She allows the darkness to grow to glow She lets darkness seep and settle deep, forever on her bad side.
?I wanted to discover the world through your body, to be in adventure, to know the truth, about rain, wind, rainbow, and morning breeze, but I never touched you, hugged you, smell your neck, and breath through your breath, but today, when it was raining outside, I figured that rain is not your sadness, wind is not your madness, rainbow is not your smile, and breeze is not breathing through your breath, rain is tears of joy that falls from sky when you wink, wind is when world want to smell like you it come and touch you, rainbow is sort thanking after your wink to the sky it bow his hade, and breeze I can?t figure it until I see you and smell your neck?..?
The beauty I see in things makes me so sad.... For when I find something beautiful, It may never be quite that way again. A summer day an autumn breeze a color in a sunset.... your warm hand held in mine. Why do i still hear your name.... in my head.... Faint, tired.... so tired..... almost dead. My soul still whispers to God for you without me even thinking.... So thoughtless, hopeless, longing, sadly dreaming. Unbearable....... That sweet old dream of being in your arms my frame stood secure in yours You were thin and warm and sturdy..... soft coat of yours so cozy................. Your face emanating 'happy'.... Too soon, you began to fade away...... In tears I closed my eyes and held on tight..... Oh, I couldn't bear to watch you disappear again But I felt it, all right..... Your memory.... I'll stuff in the dark of my mind in an ebony box And keep it so tightly shut.... Tied with a long, dripping ribbon of blood And thus my healing has begun..... But I'll still be on the run......... No love deserves to live so long... then die alone, so painfully. Never again will this soul feel so trapped--- so helpless---- and so...........free...................... sorrylittlesharky.com
You make me wonder, with much merry eagerness How can you craft such majestic, poetic verses, pricked by simple words meaningful to my heart? Your gift of explaining yourself so uniquely is appreciated by me How can you craft such words with poetic passion In meaningful words, typed with eagerness? You make me wonder
When the light of the sun begins to fall Echoes of thoughts begin to ball Drifting into a sleepless state Possibilities grow, at a relentless rate I open my mind, in a wonderland of no validity Emphasized by a walk, through a mirror of fluidity Children's laughter in a sadistic tone This dream is a nightmare, far from home The path I am walking........leads to a house Beyond the door, I wish for my friend, my lover and spouse As the door creaks open a figure is revealed I brace myself, my numbness is my shield A wrinkled hand reaches out from the black It grabs my wrist, leaving no time to fight back As I'm dragged into the darkness, the figure becomes clear The face of my victim, my deepest fear
A fall from heaven and a slip of the tongue a hope to remember and a song to be sung always forever and not a moment to spare for sorrows and kindness hung in the air Through a broken haze, through a broken haze no longer sunny but better than most days can't recall a better time than that and the other best not to remember and better yet not to bother Only a tear drop or more can clear a foggy mind plenty to go around, too few to be kind Heavy like morning dew the kiss between me and you better to forget them, passing them out of view
child fed on the sap of rotting wounds body, bones clad in thin black skin opaque eyes,pearly beads on dead nearve-string. mind maddened by hunger bursts pearly fish-eyeballs into floods of stale tears, as worm-infersted faty thighs squeek funeral song. lulaby for another sick featus.
Baby grey eyes, full of strength. Did not simmer the whole 40 but born with the strength as if they had. No memories of loved ones' to help with the fight. No memories of frolicking with siblings' to help ease the long hours. Constant ding of bells, digital screens monitor all they can sense except what's buried inside. Hands assisting in every aspect of life as they know it. Just the long days and countless hours of the love of strangers to help. Parents aid with gentle touches and snuggles try to help their life's love learn faster than any babe should. The angel hands poke and fuss day and night trying to help the baby grey blossom into Blues' or greens or browns and full of the fascination The true image of faith is an N.I.C.U or P.I.C.U baby fighting everyday for a world they know nothing about. They do not know of the Sun, not of the Moon or the Ocean or the Sky. Inside these wonderful babes is a lesson the world has not spoiled yet. Inside these Children is the purest most unspoiled example of faith, more than most of us will ever remember having. They do not know why they struggle, but somehow I can't help but think they know, they understand. The fight comes from inside today, tomorrow and all days after. The fight driven by a word they do not yet know. The word is not so important and almost meaningless when you see it before your eyes. What is it you see when you look into the Baby grey eyes of these lil troopers and troopettes One word faith.
"Love, let love guide the way, for man, to find his music Love, let music be love, to guide man to his soul."
Love has no bounds; it can have feelings beyond the skies. It has no sound, but still anyone can listen gazing in eyes. Its devoid of any language, it lacks partiality of races. Some or other day, of course it brings smile in our faces. Love gives company, even one walks in solitary. Love teaches to write phrases; even one is not good in poetry. It is full of mystery, only heart can find its history. Live with your hearts open, otherwise love will remain secret for you forever.......
or if they'll say, "Everyone must research that for themselves!"
Changing my ways Looking for hope Wishing for peace Releasing moap Crying for help No one hears Trapped in someone's body Retrieving all fears Nobody understands you You cant open up You lie to yourself Though you're hopeless enough Capturing the attention Of all that stare You cant defy the hate Your heart still makes you care You think thoughts of anger Combobulating for love Dreaming big dreams Flying away with the doves You dont take life seriously Although you try hard Life is a game So be careful how you play your cards.
He took the Golden Rods As a paintbrush Swept them across the sky Painted yellow sunshine Bright against the natural eye Then the artist used Cornflowers Filled in all the empty space This gracious sky he decorated On this my fall day But very early in the morn The poor country bride Swept across the dale Dressed in her gray muslin gown Adorned in her bridal vale Dragging her gray shawl Against the red clay ground Running up the hill On across the creek Her laughter very shrill As she danced and skipped Happy with her new love found She had married the artist Who painted away The gray fog of the morning With the Golden Rod today
Broken pieces of glasses moves around the high-way while water flows away, Lights were drizzling over the road - nearby woods were mangrove and someone, someone was crying between the hearts I saw, her shadow Standing still scared Over the walking sands Somehow, Somewhere She is .... The Wind The Blood The Glass Bounces and flies A floating glass runs way ! Returns the long trail
Love is the Key To All Victory Never let go For Love is inside of thee Love is the Key That brings Magic in air Of Sweetness Treasure tis found everywhere Even Love Between two hearts Within this Life Love is the Key Offered tis be Be a True Friend To someone True Friendship bares no end Priceless Treasures Beyond measures Love is the Key God gave to us all Through Jesus We can obtain God's Divine Grace Unconditional Love Always the same Love is sustained Love is the Key For All Life's Sweet Mystery's Braced with a kiss.. A rose... given A heart that glows Full of Passion within Moments Bliss Born within Eternal Flame Love of Truth Unconditional Search your heart Where does Love lay with you??? Come let Love grow Within… Come to Jesus Behold God's Glorious Love
Why do I chase the atom? when the universe has always been mine. Can love evolve from red giant into a galaxy? Dust and stone become skin and bone, born; fall and rise again. I love the black holes of your eyes for they radiate much more light than they could ever take. White hot coals made to rake caked surface of my lungs. How I long to see your breath steam up the silence in my soul. Droplets, turn into rapids and rush my question away. I tripped; stumbling my spirit crumbling. Hold; release those fingers. Strength born of sugar does not last, and it feeds fear I need complex and organic Can rotten become fresh? Carry the inner babe Cain and brother Abe. Save: heal the tether.
What God's done for me… Is hard to explain it. When it comes to his love… I can't "contain it!" The love he brings and the peace untold… Is very precious. And worth more than gold! Without him in my life… What would I do? He brings new meaning to the words; "I LOVE YOU!" Just to know him and the beauty there is in his name… He brings to me comfort and joy... This is why he came! I'll accept his gift of eternal life today! And allow his presence to brighten my day! A relationship with him is his divine will… To the storms of my life… He speaks; "peace be still!" As I allow him to make my life complete within… A beautiful relationship with him begins! He is my God! My provider! And so much more! He's here right now. What am I waiting for??? By Jim Pemberton
What is it about you? That makes me want to be with you? That makes my every thought revolve around you? That makes my every breath, breathed for you? I've never met you in person The closest we've got to meeting each other Are words on paper or in this case? My computer screen… I'm sure you have Your moments of anger, Your moments of sadness… Which I never get to see Because you are only words on paper Or in this case my computer screen... Does this make my feelings real? Does this make my longing for you valid? Does this make me wanting more? Than just your words on paper Or in this case my computer screen, a momentary lapse of sanity? Are we real? Or is this just an ILLUSION?
As my voice tip toes aboard the broken branches to your heart, You carry on sleeping in my soul. A burden embedded in my wicked organs Amidst the burning coal. A sweet caution on my swollen mind As black flickers of your hands rush past my eyes In a cold October of rain and lies Of scarlet cheeks and plastic spiders I lay in a web of haunt and as she cackles on the street the world would suddenly flaunt as we run on the road to nowhere and take our countless steps hold my hand and look at me as the wicked shall finally see.
"How do you spell your last name?" "Zwanziger. It's like Swan Tiger, but with Z's instead of S's and T's" Ah! Swan Tiger! Swan Tiger! This will be my first novel.
Today I learn that her boyfriend is a junior at UT. Now my eyes narrow at orange-and-white pom-poms
Everytime I see him, my heart aches and breaks. Everytime I see him, my knees and hands shake. Living with the pain, I am in vain. Thinking that I'm hated, It's not appreciated. Everytime I see him,my world turns. Everytime I see him,my stomach churns. Everytime I see him,the world goes around and around. Everytime I see him,it's like my heart's falling to the ground. Just hearing his voice, all rough yet smooth, Just waiting for that one perfect move. At the same time, his scent is sweet & bitter. It makes my body feel as if it's gonna shiver. Everytime I see him, a flood of memories come into my head. Everytime I see him, it's like the burning in my heart is being fed. This pain hurts so much that it's so unbearable. To me, this situation is not understandable. Can't he understand that I love him so? Well, I guess not...
I beg for your forbearance For I have disregarded my faith towards You I beg for your healing in advance For I have disclaimed Your protection and now I'm blue Do you notice that I'm blanketed in deep distress? My pillow is soaked externally with unsettling tears My good memories that bestowed hopefulness Has been meddled with for years Has been mistreated and replaced by insecure dreadfulness I need shelter from the tide of despairs and fears I'm shattered and I'm seeking Your helping hand Receive my hushed prayer…from your throne in heaven I'm begging for Your contentment that's beyond grand Receive my muffled prayer… or I'll be stuck in this tarnished den Do you notice that I'm spinning mad in the rivers of mystifying visions? My unwavering boat sinks drastically with damaged gears My bad memories that departed from my missions Has been discarding the carefree years Has been neglected and torn apart by dishonorable decisions I need Your love to embrace me with jubilation and cheers I beseech for Your mercy For I have abused my steadfast hope towards You I look forward to Your infinite Kingdom favorably For I have admired Your blessings and now my dreams come true! In Jesus's name, AMEN!
What lurks in the shadows late at night- Out in the forest and out of sight, What is that glare, that dancing light, Shadows and flame. Who stands over there among the trees, Buzzing around with sounds like bees, Looking at me as if he sees-- Shadows and flame. Stop! He is coming this way! What do I do! What should I say? He is so handsome, it drives me insane- And into the shadows and flame. And now he speaks, with voice so soft- I feel I'm floating down from a loft, And now I see all around me, Shadows and flame. He speaks to me of love so true, I hope in my heart that I'll never rue- The day I met him while feeling so blue While walking into Shadows and Flame. Use your imagination and Enjoy!!
O, Mystery Spirit of the night That offers such quiet tonight By the light of your stars, bring calm. O, Mother Spirit of the moon That wipes away sorrowful mood By your shimmering light, take it away soon. O, Jupiter, Spirit Power of the Milky Way Let these angry ghosts be swallowed whole To no return into the night's black holes. O, Venus, Spirit Beauty of everlasting love Open our hearts to the true love from above By the warmth of your light, teach us how. O, Father spirit of the Universe You inspire us with the quiet of the night The mystery of stars that bring calm, The peace of the moon that heals The strength of Jupiter that helps us through The grace of Venus that helps us love again. O, Mystery Spirit of the night That offers such quiet at night Just by the light of your stars, Thank you from the bottom of my heart. By CarolineCécile, June 15, 2009.
The one with .. hands full of art and creativity eyes full of mystery and darkness arms that wrap u up in and make you feel safe and loved lips that are soft and pink always caressed with a half smile a mind that has bits of poetry and happy memories floating around a heart that beats with a steady pace with love and warmth ...yeah that one... he's out there somewhere<3
Beholds two… Together with such a love that's so rare… Sharing, caring and always… being there desiring within Two hearts binding… Each other's Love… shall never part… They not just intertwine… With love of human kind… But their spirits too… Overflowing Loving endless and True As they two Praise God first and everything they do… God Blesses their Love… to be ever so True… Melodies of passion they both behold Within dreams of many dreams Their love between each other… shall never grow cold… Within their hearts… zealous Love unfolds… Together forever Here on earth… Sharing their Lives of Love's Treasures As well with-in time… Eternal birth… ~Sweet - Sweet Love of True-kind~ ~Praise's be to God for Blessings for Two Hearts~
Follow me to the metaphysical plains where spirits graze, we'll get lost in the darkest parts of the forest for days, following any direction that nature sways, ocular perceptions in a Kaleidoscopic maze, ascending infinitely in a spiritual phase, psychedelically extracting thoughts the mind never portrays, nostalgia quickly decays, there was never a place for us among society anyways.
I sit, at night, on the concrete pad laid before my door. My buttocks chilling through the fleece of my sweats, My knees and hips aching from a day well traveled, sitting at the threshold of the second half of my century here. The moon is elsewhere, involved in its business of Gaining on and fading from its apogee. Dragging deeply on my cigarette, I stare up and out, into the mottled sky. I see something to my right, I adjust, but it is not there. I see something to my left, I adjust, but it is not there. Right and left, left and right, the stars dance truly only In the corners of my eyes. Now I know. My undiscovered love is like movement in the dark. When I search for him, when I bring all my focus acute on him, he dissolves. One day, perhaps, he will saunter up, and I will see him, In the corner of my eye. I can at last see EVERYTHING, In the corner of my eye.
Love is someting on a daily basis that should always be displayed A kind word,helping hands are ways it can be conveyed. Hello there!How are you doing ?Or may I help you please..... Are all but a few phrases that could be said with ease? Instead.....its no thank you!I donk care or who are you anyway? You're just trying to extend a little love and then they blow you away. That's a nice dress,I like your hair or may I please see your hat? All you can hear with a cold stare is what you think he looking at. Our dear Father who lives up above,said to love everyone like your self; I guess people these days got tired of that and put love back on the shelf. We need to take it back down ,dust it off and give it another try, Its not that hard to spread around even if its denied. I still beleive that love has hope amidst the doom and gloom; It may get better....I don't know?......before GOD comes,or when man lives on the moon
The True Meaning of Christmas During this Christmas, let's celebrate Christ' birth. It was for all of us that he came down to earth. As we think about Bethlehem and the baby boy… We shout glad tidings to all! And peace and joy! This young child was to one day touch all of mankind. His message of salvation… Today… You can find! As we celebrate and fill up with holiday cheer… This same Jesus is alive today… And is always here! Though 2000 years ago, he was born in a manger... You can know him NOW! He doesn't have to be a "stranger." Won't you spend some time and reflect on Christmas' true meaning? It's in the merciful arms of Jesus that you need to be leaning! The good news of Christmas can certainly be found… Across this nation. Every city… And town! This same Christ can bring peace to your life today! He loves you much more than words can say! May HIS love bring peace and healing to your weary soul… It's only in him, that you can be complete and whole!!! By Jim Pemberton
That sanguine little girl so full of longing Gave up her ghost inside and left it homeless, wandering Sleepless I lay back and wonder why When you enter mind I want to cry I've forgotten what it feels like to be truly happy But I know I'd find it If I someday found you I wouldn't trade this torture for all the peace in the world I wouldn't erase your face from my mind for a universe I won't shut out your beautiful voice to save my life I will stop at nothing to make you all mine The weight of empty Crushing load of inner vacancy I've forgotten what it felt like when my soul wasn't heavy But I know that it once again could fly If I could take you with me I wouldn't trade these tears for all the bliss on this barren earth There's nothing more beautiful to me than you, when you smile I couldn't forget you if that were my desire And only death will keep me from my place at your side sorrylittlesharky.com
So persistent... Your name will be whispered with my dying breath Subconscious echoing in my head And you know I never asked for it I wish it had never come to this It's so funny, I could cry Hurts so bad that I can't stop laughing I've gone beyond insane Been driven far beyond feeling I used to feel too young for this body Inside was a terrified child who couldn't grow up But now i feel so old.... so weak...so tired... so numb.... so hollow and empty and cold. Because I've loved you against my will, my love I've loved you against my will Life without you is a fate worse than death I've loved you against my will to live. sorrylittlesharky.com
I watch a hare race all about the woods, Along with children from the neighborhoods. Stiletto claws of hawk pounce on a mouse While I am watching from the wooden house. Today I watch the rain slide down the drain As silver-threaded drops still drip in vain. I love gray days when rain's contained in pools, Almost as much as I love watching fools. I watch and wait with great intensity To change my range of brain activity Indigenous to journeys near and far Beyond Orion's belt to every star. A child must stay a child inside the wild When childhood as a child has been defiled; For then is when the watcher comes alive To help the minds of children to survive. I pray away demonic thoughts that play Upon my troubled mind in every way, But prayer and medication stem no tide Of fulminate psychosis I abide. My dreams seem quite disturbed I must admit And hope that most will fail to ever fit Inside the pride that hides in memory Where rarely can one find reality. Both father and fair mother lie in beds, So cold and dead since I split wide their heads To see if I could see why I am me With hope to change my future history. Tomorrow I may borrow your fine mind And peek inside to see what's left behind; I hope to find the wine of wisdom's soul Then hide your borrowed brain inside a bowl.
My dreams are falling apart In Your hands, I pray (for joy), "Take heart!" You are the stars - searing my Soul is kneeling to the ground Trace my future and take wing Towards the pathway...You find peace You are an angel in my-- Heart is bleeding soundlessly Above land...I mourn so sweet I am the clouds - carrying a Gallon of grief...release me! Place me in fields of love and Forgive me and lift me up You are the heavens to my-- Heart is beating profoundly Without Your heart's joyous song You are the sun - nourishing My lambs are grazing around, Roving in fields of splendor, Enlightening the darkness You are an apple to my-- Eye is grieving...losing sight Of Your glory...I feel lost You are the lake - sparkling with Delight and Luck! Bring us home! Grow like a morning glory In the autumn time, You thrive You are valuable to my-- Eye is twinkling...praying for Insight...yearning for Your sight You are the hills - guiding my Mind is longing for your mirth-- Restoring peace to my verse, Sprouting forth grace and freedom You are the train tracks, bearing-- My train of thought...making my Steel spirit connect with Yours You are the valley - between The mountains guarding us all, Building strength to fragile bones, Welcoming a stream of hope You are my map - lending me YOUR helping hand I would take Now, I could take Your challenge You are like a maze filled with Mysteries conceal the truth; I fight with all of my might And I BEG for Your mercy To mend my once blissful dreams! How I long for Your mercy...
Living In The Last Days… I believe that according to what God's word says… We are living in "the last days!" People often call good… Evil And evil… Good. Too often God's truth is misunderstood! Many turn God's truth into corruptible lies… And do what's pleasing to their own eyes! Many just seem to fail to understand… The darkness that covers much of our land! Many desire affection from "others features." But have become sin-filled "fallen creatures!" Our days are very short and we don't have many! Will anyone live for Jesus? Are there ANY? The truth of God's word must be our source! It will help us to overcome sin's "evil force!" God's power is awesome and is presence so real! Behold the God of Abraham. Jacob and Israel! He is our only hope and our true redemption! Today can be the day of your salvation! By Jim Pemberton
How to abate the loathing When words mean nothing? There are moments In human existence When Any resistance against baleful fate is futile. When One is left with his thoughts Forsaken by all gods Astonished immensely by the world vile which first gave him birth and now devours him with mirth Agonizes he in every spot on the Earth Where does his heart belong to Never will he learn How to console such a man When all words would burn? How to abate the loathing When words mean nothing?
You question my heart And curse my soul, Adding bullshit to bullshit With a mouth so bold. Many have problems but ours are too cold, And if it doesn't change now It'll be till we`re old. You question my heart And call my love my lies, We both hurting and we're yelling And refuse to sympathize. Minds colliding, crashing, in twine, I'm sitting right in front of you But you say I'm hard to find. You question my heart Cause you forgot my love, And you a stranger to me In the place of my beloved.
Ojos Españoles En su sorpresa agradable de los ojos A usted roba mi corazón usted que no saldré Mis sistemas son van mientras que emprendemos nuestra misión del amor En sus brazos caliente y cierre su latido del corazón contra el mío que usted es thine En mi mente usted está allí toda la hora Mi vida mi amor mi lealtad para usted Peter LeBuhn
I often think of myself as being a mermaid For I am indeed none other than love's maid I guess my name should have been Ariel Of all the mystical creatures, I am the only belle! A knight passed me by He showed me a colorful sky And left me panting for more With wounds on my heart, so sore! Like Ariel, I was once ready to die for love Like Ariel, I still do not know of what I am made of Like Ariel, I am now but abandoned to my own fate Like Ariel, I have never been seen by mine own mate A mermaid is none other than an object of beauty Being not understood is indeed life's cruelty Mysterious and mystical Her end can only be ironical Deep down in my heart, I still keep a fanciful wish I do still yearn for the past It is gone, yet, that past I do still cherish! The pain of dying for the sake of love unfulfilled Why, only a creature of the sea could so feel A mermaid, Ariel, or myself, a being of mystery In pain, always here to make the world, turn so dreamy!
One life to live, So make it worth living. Live like its your last day, Don't throw anything away. One life to live, You have a lot of potential. Keep on living, You have to get to the next level. One life to live, I know it may seem hard. But you have do keep on going, You can do it, you're smart.
Shortly after my sprit left this world She found a box under the bed All my secrets would slowly unfold With each tear falling as she read. Thoughts were revealed I never intended As they were private and may hurt My true love was now digging Though my past and all the dirt. She discovered events so shocking It made her scream with rage "How could he do this without talking?" She yelled, ripping through each page. Then she found a small photo A young child with eyes… icy blue As she gazed she just had to know Whose child?...and what to do. She clenched the photo in her hand While gazing upward towards the sky "How could you, I just can't understand? It appears I'll never know why." At that moment the doorbell rang She quickly ran and opened the door There stood a fine young man Eyes crystal blue, and in uniform. They embraced, and she started to cry So he spoke softly in her ear "I finally found you on my last try, Let me wipe away your last tear." So… if you know a veteran who has served Give them all your love, spread it around For what they have done, they deserve A special gift… like my love just found. By Greg Stanley July 31, 2012
In darkness beams a shaft of tender light, A dream foretold within a gypsy's tent, While she sat gazing on an open hand, The gift of gods revealed in second sight, And had she seen my heart was left unspent, As she then told of the destiny planned. Then into the cup, she began to stare, And told the wonder that she saw in there. How love and fortune lay within the night, As in the crystal, she then cast her eye, My hopes and dreams were bound in love's first flight, At last, no more my heart is born to cry, I felt the joy that comes from pure delight, As my dreams unfurled in a gypsy's scry. Fprm: Alfred Dorn Sonnet
Perched on a sturdy branch on yonder tree Pouring out your heart in sweet melody With a full throated birdsong rhapsody Filling me with such joyful ecstasy Do you sing sweetly to woo your lady Who listens somewhere on a nearby tree Her heart must surely melt at the beauty Of the song you sing so effortlessly Is your song a joyful testimony To honour nature's musical bounty Given to creatures from earth, sky and sea Whose music blesses all abundantly Or is it part of a profound mystery Heralding a supreme divinity Which pervades all silently and deeply O bird, I'll ever be grateful to thee
"Aye! There's the rub!" I wonder if they'll let me research that in college
Fuzzy, whispered words spread silent fog and cotton softness across the landscape of my soul I, attentive, listen to the fulsome silence, spread my self into the fog, every soular cell in me baptized Whispered, fuzzy words dissolve into music and melody – a choir of angels – a deeply familiar, distant tune In exultation, I sing along the soundtrack of my life Mozart would be pleased 8/19/07 This just came to me a few minutes ago, and insisted that I post it right away -- and I do what the voices tell me...
There is a certain serene peace in One One is the completion of our entire exsistence If you will accept it, we are One!!!! One is as broad as it is deep and as deep as it is wide. In One......there is nothing to hide, there are no limits. There is ...nothing under the sun that is not a part of One and the fullness thereof makes One complete. One life, One love, One hope, One faith, the greatest of these being love. The two shall become one, the One shall not be two. This is truly hidden wisdom. One vision, one voice, one dream, one interpretation. The end of time, the fulfillment of days. There is only one day. Today is that day!!! One day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years, One day. One breath to breathe, one soul within. Only One purpose that brings to perfection One human race. This is the Holy One. There is only One existence. There is only One creation. There is only One destination. The key is to understand the power in the fullness on One.
A few days after Big Daddy's death In the night don't really know if asleep And the man appeared to me, spoke deep Of the assurance the he's alright, so sleep In the vision he said I'm free, no pain, don't weep
She's been gazing, staring, all the night long I've been scared, sheepish, stupid, and sad I'm kissing her after the next love song If my insecurities aren't that bad. She's so effervescent, she doesn't know It's not even about the looks, it's deep. I swear I'm looking into her soul, woah! Into this mystery I'll glide, don't weep. Come on Derrick, it's time to rise and shine Be the man, be the love, be the best, try. She deserves it, make her smile just divine Look at the mistletoe, over her, high. Here I go, no longer holding this back "Hello, you are beautiful, and you glow. I know how I sound, I sound like a quack. But please, one kiss, under the mistletoe."
This is an accent to your dreams, to travel simply alone through a montage of keeping hands. All these machines, they wont keep you alive for long... And me, I want to be the crime scene tape that never held you together. No, Im not laughing. We have been hurt so deeply that these words dont really exist. All these smoke bubbles burst against the insides of my eyelids and your stone cold skin is serious. A gilded body, of truth (of fiction). This type of death is dangerous; youre lifted from my embrace. So now you have died. I go down to the river for awhile, Ill talk to you here in the wind for awhile. And I wont remember the regret and I wont think of how you never needed to be. But you are and I feel and it is and they can. This is an emptiness unparalleled. When the gossip on a Saturday night is the burial of your heart, it wont matter that the suns about to shine again. Just dont say goodbye. (Ghost) Stay and hold me, I get fevers when you come around and I believe in the arms that hold me tight. I will never wash away the chalk outline of your presence on my spirit. And I will witness the aftermath. I carry the photo and I remember.
It's there my tears fall like rain with the thought of loving you. It's there my heart feels the pain of such emotion. It's there my mind is as I count the hours away from you. They say love is like a river. It leaves your soul to bleed as mine flows a stream being far from you. My life is that of a joy since I have found you near. It is that of smiles and cheerful hello's as well as goodbyes. It is my every waken moment I breathe you. I live you as I long to have you near me. As everyday I fight the erge not to cry because of the way I love you. Its there my tears fall because of the love I have lost but at the same time its the love I have gain. But its there I never want these moments to stop. That of the feelings that exsist between the two. That of my soul being complete but not lost in life. But that of myself I have found because now I am whole and not a lost soul as a ghost wondering the land. Because now I have all a man could ask for. A loving woman and wife and a companion til the end. That I no longer have to cry myself to sleep at nights because I have you to catch the tear that fall. Cause you are the reason I cry now because all the love I have found in you. I love you much
My love is a miscarried child, a faceless evil aborted before its heart could start beating, before its eyes could grow in. Of course I would hide it away!
You were born with some sort of gift Just remember this, my child, Swallow the pride that takes away Humbleness You are a gifted human being You have grown a connection with God He welcomes you to His understanding, loving family He reminds you to never let go of humbleness Tell your foes, if you have some, swallow your pride Don't be afraid of their actions Be in tune with God...He'll get you through this living and He'll send immediate help on the way because you've been gentle, patient, and courteous towards people's emotional trials and dangerous tests You have been healed by the Most High Swallow your pride, woman full of spiritual life... You are now a bride of humbleness You are a gifted human being You have grown a connection with God He welcomes you to His understanding, loving family He reminds you to never let go of humbleness Remain humble Love your enemies...tell them to Swallow their pride They'll never understand What the reward is for Humbleness Don't lack humbleness Lack pride and practice Patience before Humbleness Men of dishonor, remain humble Love your enemies...tell them to Swallow their pride Swallow your pride, you devious fools of shame! Pleasure-seeking women, swallow your pride... You are now a bride of humbleness
Another song from the set made in middle school ------------------------------------------------------------------------ My life craves the soul And I'm all alone You stay—then off you go And I can't hold on You will never know me For what I am [oh no] Can we forget? Can this just end? If we don't believe How can we mend? Your face haunts my memory And I can't move on Cuz here without you I feel…so numb Left out in the cold For you will never love me Was I too much [to mend]? But how can you see? How can you know [what I meant to you]? Could this be the end of the road Left to sleep alone? -Ooooooooh- Can we forget? Can this just end? If we don't believe— Can I forget? Will my life end? If you don't exist Why do I pretend?
The mystery behind love Your love I dare to sample; Will you bear being my example? The mystery that you declare is ample; Enough to scare Ocampo; And lure him to kiss my ankle. Who cares to know? How the bear stoops so low; In a prayer mood it growls; And grabs the hare by its jaws; And a tear hard to ignore; Leaves the victim unable to crawl. You fell into the right arms; A well full of charms; Where when a bell hums; A spell that causes no harm; But like a scalpel it turns; And shreds all vulnerable terms; Leaving a common phrase between you two; "I LOVE YOU" … - Composed by Dawagwan89, - Dedicated to a young special couple, Omar & Vivian… - I was inspired by the way the two relate to one another that hardly can one imagine finding them amidst a quarrel. God bless…
My material body fills with light; A vibratory celebration into a newfound birthright. A power of wisdom and maturity is present. Opening one-thousand eyes in which I have secretly peeked At the impressive ability I no longer seek. Alive vital view of expansion and love, I am here now sent from a counsel above. I have brought a gift for countless to receive. Hear me, feel me, know me. For I am the essence of eternity. Look at me and know yourself. For you lie within me as well. I bring this healing forth to you to unite our Universal love that is infinitely True. You are the light of awareness and Truth. Falter not and devotion sustained. We are all linked as an omnipresent chain. We waiver not in earnest practice. Align thyself with holy healing persistence…
Silent pulses of Krileanine's Pentagram Lure the young men of the hamlet Lönam Oh how she sains them with The Heptagram Curiosity killed the cat And made the Nightbeast Darkly, she commenced the ancient rite Performing in her Sluttish ways She's preparing for the Full-moon Night Scream! Lycanthrope Lover Her host's fangs Will pierce every innocent "Submit to my will You carrion ghoul Welcome to my Esoteric Hell" Scream! Lycanthrope Lover Whore of everything unholy You must Fear the Coming Of Muspelheim, Cassandra
I've fallen apart inside My saddness is hard to hide, I got an overwhelming headache from my devestating heartbreak I feel sick and lost because I lost someone I love, Feeling like I'm living the worst nightmare you could ever think of. It's critical the way I feel It's a deep pain that can never be healed I just wanna runaway Somewhere very far to see a brighter day Just know accidents causes heartbreaks I lost someone so real never fake. He's in heaven now because only the best God will take.
Why so much problem-solving? Can't they see I've got enough problems of my own?
A man walks into a new generation gangster town, there were guns, amoe, drugs, explosives, and allot of bad people, and that's all he found. He looked around the streets and saw allot of African American people running the show, he walks into one corridor and into another city, and he welcomed the flow. The new city, to him it wasn't any different than the one he just came out from, there were Muslims, they wore gold chains and hiphop music was playing every where, the mostly dealt cocaine, and said fuk them. there women were so beautiful, they would walk around in heals and panties were ever they went, the man walked though all the gorgeous women and thought to him self, "no I can't". The man walks into a new city, he walked into "The Slums" it was the hardest and the baddest outlaws of the nations, the man looked around and right away he did not like what he saw there, everything was dirty and without and patience. He couldn't wait to get out of there, the women were nasty and smelled like they haven't showered in years, The man put his head down and started walking out of the slums with nothing in his eyes but tears. The man walked into "Siberia" Everyone living there saw the man come in and they all rushed to great him, at first the man got a little scared, but than he saw there smiles, so he smiled back at them. Everyone was living there was dancing to a death mettle Hip Hop music, while drinking and sniffing cocaine with a gun on there sides, The man walks to the bar while looking at all the beautiful women that are dancing and giving him a sexy look. Than the BOSS of the city comes up to him, pores him a drink and tells him how he is the BOSS of the whole West Coast, the man looked at him and smiled, he put his hand around the boss, looked at everyone around and said, "Let's Toast".
I feed my hands…yes! With inks, The ink does what?... Oh! My heart gives words, Words from…yes! My brain thinks a lot, A lot? Of course, from my lot! I love to…, Do I really love to?… Or I'm forced to…, Em, I'm pushed to…, No, compelled to… I don't know! What makes me write?! All I see,all sees All I hear, even all are "all ears" How can I see a can and say "yes I can!" Oh…I can't stop" I can" My "can't" can't stop my "can". I'm disconnected but, still connected 'Prefer isolation but, I'm still among 'Love to be away yet, I'm still around My ink…or me sees a lot, Thinks a lot, Reveals my lot! I wonder if it's love, Let's give it a thought I think it's my lot Or is it really love?!
In the darkest places, There's the dimmest light That shines with the intensity of your eyes. Once I begin to stare, You slowly become my eternal affair. And way down under, Where a beat can never be heard, Is were my soul will forever meet Your silent, yet subtle…affair
Last night I dreamt of her again, And then unearthed a hidden pain. I smelled the scent of her perfume And felt her aura take the room. With every step she lit the hall Upon her sight a King would fall. The likes of her you'd never find, Which makes me doubt if she's mankind. Her luscious lips, enchanted vines To get a taste the heart inclines. Those charming eyes, Medusa's look, Will stone the brave from book to book. I stretched my hand to steal a feel Of silky skin, she's so surreal. But like the wind without my grasp, She whirled on, escaping my clasp, Leaving my heart sad and forlorn, Just as she's so often done.
She danced wildly amidst the crowd taunting man and woman alike Though she was playing at all of our wants tonight She possessed everything men like in a girl And the charisma of man to make the girls whirl I say well done at such a feat Her smile enchanting her voice sweet Her hair a flame of yellow and black Cut short to not hold her back Her body lean and not lacking Her eyes a blue like a wave attacking Bejeweled ears and a posture that was so Captivating hearts began to slow My gaze shifted head to toe in awe Of this maiden that seemed to me all… Then I awoke from my reverie to realize That I will have to go with out this prize To sea I go to conquer my fears As I leave lifes gems behind with no tears
Who Can You Really Trust? During these days of stress and uncertainty. Many people are looking for a security. There's a lot of families that feel forsaken. Many things they hold as precious, have been taken. Many lives end in suicide after much despair. Often wondering if there's anyone who cares.. Many trust the government. Wherever it leads. Trusting someone to come and meet their needs. Those whom we count on as being our friend. Will often "let us down," in the end! Things and people that we have given our trust. Have often left us behind, in the dust. There's someone you can trust and count on! His name is Jesus! He's one that you can depend on! He's more secure than the gold at Fort Knox! He waits at your heart's door and patiently knocks. Won't you invite him in? And begin to trust him? Won't you give him your heart ? And love him? He's 100% faithful and steadfast and secure. His living water is one hundred percent pure! He is what you need. And so much more! He is what your life was really meant for! Trusting God can be yours and mine! Won't you trust him? While there's still time? By Jim Pemberton
So tightly squeezed shut Is the flow to healthy flesh, That might by your release Ramble back and return again. The tireless dancer sends an echo, Desperate, pressing, Pulsing into the vice So far from home.
A masquerade ball was in full concert when A charming young man stepped in He bore a green tunic with gold trim Mask devilish with a wry grin His mask bore five feathers atop his brow In full view of the whole of the crowd The music stopped and no servant bore his name No mark of royalty or note of fame Who is this man whispers a girl A mystery man, man of the world His eyes a radiant green breaching the mask The music starts with a nod no questions asked His manner quite and shy though confident Both hands resting behind his torso defiant Utterly refusing any hand placed before him A mission is what makes him grim One girl and only one is his treasured fox She is sitting at a table near the clocks A common girl young enough for school A starving pain runs through him almost cruel A slow melody is played by the maestro The gentleman gaze at him to and fro A hand his placed before her tired eyes Shear delightful sounds as she cries An angry man in a red mask stalks toward them When an older woman steps in front of him "Let them go" She says "Why should I" eyes furiously red To the center of the dancing floor they stroll The beat picks up with a flick from maestro Soft beats sound as they come together Then silence…..weightless like a feather A dazzling dance wows the place Enough so to put awe on each face After the last step and last beat coincide Their masks come up no more reason to hide Their lips meet and cheers break out Like those at a fight awaiting the bout The commotion was too much for the old man He stumbled forward to greet the brigand A chase commenced with the house guards Even some of the house bards The Youngman fell and was detained quickly Then a sound arose from the courtyard sickly The sound of a sword piercing flesh A pool of blood and a mess Unveiling his mask bore only a lad At this the old man felt sad The young girl never knew what became of him Her father detailed his absence to be of a decided whim In reality he survived after his body was left for dead A long fever and a month in bed A preacher picked him up and healed his impaled breast With medicine and well needed rest He awoke later to a dream of his lady fair When he smelt the perfume of roses in the air A second chance the preacher stated Yes it was not to be he debated Now he is an old man sitting and writing this tale Letting my grandson know not to bail For I will leave it in my will for his eyes only!
I dream of a woman's body and of wrapping it in my arms and watching as it gets slushy and as she progressively becomes more slutty. I'd like to play with it like a fishers price toy. And go fishing until I've reached the treasure. With a woman's body the fun is never really over and I'll keep scobba diving until I've seen all four walls. And pushed each and every lever. Some women than like to sever all ties and be the player. But when I dream of a woman's body I dream that time is frozen. And that this one sensuous moment could last forever. But I haven't found her body yet. I regret....
As my lovers screams my heart always shatter. Eye's turned red holding back crystal's of a spatter. As she is willing to never listen to reason. Always defensive thinking of a treason. As the full moon rise then the gravity pulls. Crashing waves of high tide the hatefulness unfolds. The Illumination of the moonlight sparks do shine. As lovers greed we eventually start grinding. Like the magic cougar when I stalk my pray. Soon there will be nothing for me to love away. Confusion in my head always needing to be free. The only way out is my personal poetry. Sex and fantasy has always been overrated. When fantasy comes it is always has been forsaken.
That stupid smile of yours I didn't know then, of course An unstoppable force You entered my perfectly stable life Uninformed Unexpected Uninvited Vulnerable and raw You walked into my chest I could no longer rest I tried my best You have some cheek Some zest It can hurt some days Inevitable pleasure it pays I used to think it could just be A Phase No more as I just Live in a daze A maddening craze An irritating tickle Your ability to Make me giggle You say so little A penny I'll give you A nickel Deep thoughts give away so little Spellbound I'm left dumbfound My game we play Your rules to obey So many words So little to say A senseless touch It feels more than much A fictitious kiss Can reach heights of apotheosis Can this be real? I wonder when I wake up How will I feel?
Caress Me : now caress me , now that I'm burning in fever If you touch me I may return in your world maybe this is the last time I have this beautiful feeling Still we can be lovers If you stay, that's not hard Limitless stay with me Though there is no more time I don't want to see when you leave; The pain is sitting in your eyes I kiss all your tears But I know this is my destiny ... You read from my eyes That I'm tired of this life But beside you I'm so calm That even I don't afraid of death My body is too cold But it seams in your hand it's burning in fire Finally ... you would close my eyes And my story will end . . . I kiss all your tears But I know this is my destiny ... This poem is the English Translation of one famous sad Persian love song,dedicated to all the lovers whom their separation & their tears made us believe in love! ** Moein (Le Tigre Noir) **
Autumn comes I stand watching the leaves..thinking The breath leaves my body unseen But as the mercury drops and as I ponder my place. I notice all I think all I feel. Right there on the window before me. To others it's just a mist caused by cooling or heating or both. A chilhood whimsical game"oh boy look it's cold" To me that mist is all, your name , your face, Our time. I want to wipe it away this physical aberation of all unseen in my heart. I see it all the pain the love the heartache everything in a small whitish cloud on a simple window. My hand reaches pauses oh so this is what you look like. Oh if it was so easy to be done. The mist fades rapidly with every lonely wasted breath. Making an apperance oh so briefly. What ever course I take to wipe away or to gently touch the mist. Would this breath on the window which taunts me so relay back to my damaged soul see its gone you'll be ok now or see how it welcomes your touch? welcome to the world for all to see. Hidden by the sun most of the time. My fingers glide through the vanishing mist, I flash back to your cheek beneath my fingers. Goodbye my love, goodbye my pain, goodbye to the only proof I have left of you. But at peace I am. I know now what I did not before. Your not invisable your their in my breath. Kissing the crisp Autumn air with me. And all I have to do is breath. And my visible breath will show me all I feel is real as real as the mist on the window
Someone please catch me, For I am slipping. Death is looking like a solution, But not a path I want to take. Someone help me, For I am slipping. I can't take the stress anymore, And I just feel like I want to be under the soiled floor. Can somebody help me? I can't find myself. I just want to die. Many may ask why? What outcome is good from a life lost? None I say, But I want that fading feeling anyways. I'm messed up in more ways than one. I'm slipping, I'm falling, And I want to never get up. I'd be thankful once the darkness takes over me. To be free from all this torment, To live a life thats as peaceful as death, Would be a dream come true, But I know it won't happen soon. *I won't commit suicide, though....there's too may people I care about....and 4 people that mean the world to me: Adalhi, Dillon, Daniel, and Amanda...I love you 4 very much
Fleeting memories encounter vague enchanted pleasures at the bottom of the minds well. Their delicate everchanging existence intoxicates the huanted headspace in which they dwell. Images infiltrate an insatiable conscience where fools invent necessity and cry superficial tears. Momentary merciless passion commands the heart to kiss fantastical desire with lips that never tell.
with no remorse he touched my shoulder as i collapse within seconds ..i tumble down a goal set..after i reached the point of no return even now when my core crumbles into a thousand pieces nothing more for me to do .. see how i loose weight and to be set on fire ...with the impact left behind in history .. i now return meteorite entering the atmosphere at the speed my heart goes everytime i see you again
To forget your past, And start your life anew, is a journey worth taking. To forget, yet always remember; For you never know when it might become useful.
A monastery grows from the songs of its strange crew, Monastery painted with blue of unique Voronezh blue And a new comer, blond icicle, bare footed, gnarled Deaf and mute -it is said -singing "Have mercy, God!" Stalactite and stalagmite in their cells, monks and nuns Some of them so innocent like the sober day that runs; Hanged from the heaven of their great expectations held From the glass dawn to noon singing:"Have mercy, God!" The others in their rusty autumn or white winter, All calling the Promised Land that started to glitter In their heart and from this light the sky seems fired And the forest`s echo repeated: "Have mercy, God!" In the twilight mist two monks try to cut down The evergreen tree to bring it for kids in the town; Children glide on sleigh and even tired go later to bed. They learnt carols and angels sing "Have mercy, God!"
Here without you Paints me a realization that life isn't easy It displaces the settling railroad Taken away by the midnight train's calamity Waiting impatiently to face some inspiration given by God Over the driver and I By the way you shrivel up in anger, I'm not ready to cross through the trampled street Trampling over the infected cycle...unprepared to face reality's misfortune Swimming in its ungrateful punishment Settling in my sorrow state...shaping my way away from ignorant fate You lie in scrumptious desires, supposedly independent in your heart-seeking choices To burn the aches and rashes for all the times you fooled us...took us for granite What do you have left to diminish? To accomplish? Here without you is like refusing an outspoken crowd, applauding in satisfaction Ruining the family's reputation...flustering the gas station Jaded by your defiant outbursts Holding up my clutched fists in shame Holding back tears that reck a moment's peace This betrayal...not deserving a name You were passing near us, snickering and cursing our form...our completive family You wish for scrumptious desires...shaping your heart in frightening lies that strike the innocence of your presence All the years seem to leave us behind Settling in the resistible past Passing our unachieved, future goals Poverty splattering us in shapeless love Rummaging mad as a furious bear in danger of unyielding snares Are we on time to reach the morning train? And start our life in a new cycle This family barely has anything to gain You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you, Pleasure-seeking mother Here without you is competitive, but affordable and fair We aren't crushed against your passionate glares Here without you is an unhappy environment Too caught up in unbearable suffocation and useless bafflement Here without you Paints me a realization that life isn't easy It displaces the settling railroad Taken away by the midnight train's calamity Come home... face your fears and embarrassment Get away from the monstrous zoo, snatching away impressing love Help repair this tear between the whole family with our handyman Giving it time to grow stable and secure This family barely has anything to gain You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you, Pleasure-seeking mother Good riddance
When do we find the time? Time to love time to seek? Will we meet each other at the creak? Where would we go, how would we know? Time is precious, time is a treat.
You came to be here gradually, from the whirling chaos of the dreaming infant, anchored by the maternal hand to earth. Do not try to fly back to heaven today. Be patient;your guides will,with no effort, Teach you the patterns and the dance. All you need is to be open and to trust, For you have a place in the world. We need your contribution.No-one else will see this world from your perspective. And as you trust the chaos now,fear it not Should it return.Every creative act involves the breaking of these barriers by which we keep the chairs and tables anchored into themselves.The patterns may break up but new ones are somewhere near.Patience with this suffering is the only route now. You cannot go back.Heaven comes only after you have grown roots into this earth, grown sunward,and travailed the storms and stinging blows; have grown your flowers and leaves And let them fall. Accept. The only way you can go is the earthly way. You are part of us. We love you. Our hands are reaching out If you just lift your eyes. In the Chaos,God danced and rainbows Flew from his hands and tears fell from his eyes. Those tears which fertilised our earth. He wept, knowing of the pain to come; And yet,he did not cease to dance.
Fingertip tracery on black lace. The exploration of excitation. Upon an all too…open face. Fingertip tracery on black lace Swollen, pulsing, damp, full; The exploration of sensation. Upturned hips, caste and pull… Fingertip tracery on black lace Curls moist with passion escape. Thrust, grasp, reach, sigh… The exploration of penetration. The downward plunge, thigh to thigh. Fingertip tracery 'pon silken space Parted pout, pristine place. Pelvic motion, passion, embraced. Throb, strum, pinch, and tap… Exploration of exaltation. In a lovers lap.
Here we go again, you yelling and my head doin spins. Now both so loud…both tryin to win. A battle not ment to be, between two who have something so unique; Now hot biting lips and at times can't speak. B_tch is a word I try not to say, I know it burns but what else can I say You choppin at me like a tree, molding me like clay. Into who you see in front of you, Doing stupid things I wouldn't think to do. But you know what "f__k this" "I can't take it no more" How strong can a man be, when he like nailed to the floor. And you can take it how you wanna Cuz that's where we at right now, Cuz don't forget what you throwing Also hitting like kapow!!! When all I wanted to do…was just lay down. So could you please just stop and think of this You and I in this frantic twist. All I want is my baby's kiss. Brainstorm…and imagine me, Think of my eyes and what they see. Something not working that used to be.
Whenever you are apart from me, I dream of those beautiful moments; that were shared between us, Those closeness of yours, reminds me of you lingering towards me... When you are miles away from me, I close my eyes and see that cute smile on your cute face. Your words keep whispering into my ears when m alone, Somethings which went wrong between us; when you who came to convince me... When you go away from me;I dream of me being with you.. Let's both go into sky; You and Me, no one else.. Will it be like heaven...?? may be yes....... When I dreams of those lovely moments, Glad tears too get scared to roll down; 'Cz you have warned them not to flow down my cheeks.. They too get afraid and are honest to u too.. The moment you entered into my small world, My life changed... Learnt good-bad things from you,everything changed ... I remember the time when your labials were brushed with mine, Felt like that moment will never end... And when we were together in that dark room, I was safe with you. When you r away from me, I miss You and hope that even you do.....
I noticed just the other day when I turned my blue jeans inside out, a curious little grin in my penny pocket. Just a happenstance left on the whim of a Friday morning on the 5th. Left for such a time as today when my inseam is too short, my soles are too tall, your voice is still and small and my soul is numb, after all. I fall into your heart on the page and know that soon there will be a time ... love you Hansen.
This is a story poem. I call, ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BETSY ILL start this little story by asking a question,what is love? They say there is all kinds of love. This story is about a new kind of love. I had two loves my girlfriend and I was in love with my car. Now you might say that is strange to be in love with a car. It is not me that is strange being in love with a car. What is strange,is the strange behavior of the car. Now I got you confuse, or you think IM just plain crazy. Well my story really begins when my grandfather gave me 1955 OLDSMOBILE. I was so proud of the car,I even gave her a name.I called her BETSY. She was two tone yellow and black,she was a beauty. I wash and waxs BETSY everyday. I even carved a heart on BETSY dashboard. I wrote in the heart,ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BETSY About the time I had BETSY,I met my future wife BARBARA. She also was a beauty. This is where my little story starts to get strange. TRUE BUT STRANGE. BETSY seem to take on a life of her very own When I was alone with betsy,she run like a jewel. When BARBARA was riding in BETSY. BETSY would run like a mule. One night I had four flat tires. Another night BETSY loss all her power. I thought the cable on BETSY battery came loose. NOTHING WAS LOOSE. Whenever I played the radio it came in nice and clear. Whenever BARBARA played the radio nothing came on but static. The strangest part of the story when BARB and I was on a pinic. We were sitting under a willow tree. I carved a heart on the bark of the willow tree. Inside the heart I wrote,ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BARBARA. Just I like I in the heart I carved on BETSY dashboard, ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BETSY BETSY was parked on an enbankment. We were sitting under the willow tree below the enbankment. Some how BETSY hand break came loose and BETSY started to roll down the enbankment. BETSY crashed into the willow tree and scapeof the heart on the bark of the tree where I wrote ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BARBARA. BETSY burst into flames and was gutted out. All except where I carved the heart on BETSY dashboard, that I wrote ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BETSY. BARBARA and I got married, but as for BETSY,I never had a car quite like her again. I dont know if you believe my story or think IM strange. But do you want to know what is really strange, LOVE IS STRANGE
Observing. Frozen in time, captivated by this enormous being, the size of a small car. Pondering, his every move. The way he used his hands; so child-like. With all the consciousness of the world, and graceless coordination. Aware. of the visitors, as they briefly called out for his attention. Only for a moment, then they were gone. Untamed, in an orderly sham. He sat there, in his dark cave. As if he was waiting for the light to find him. Perched, on a boulder, squatting, and primitive. Drawing in the dirt with one hand. Swatting a fly with the other. Surreal, His nature, as he rushed to consume his food. The females hovered behind him, watching intently, like me. His movement mechanic. His presence powerful. He was the king of his domain. Studying, his magnificence, I watched. How smart was he? Could he feel my presence? Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, I watched. Wondering, how he felt, I watched. Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature? Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now? Then it happened; our eyes met. He noticed my presence. His gaze intimidated me, But I did not look away. He approached me. I felt his eyes inspecting my soul. A chill ran down my back, I turned behind me, only to find no other presence there. When I turned back, we were face to face. Separated by the sham, And a two inch piece of glass. Just me and him, the two of us, and the females hovering behind him. Wise, His old eyes spoke to me, They said "I am like you. I love, I feel, I hurt. I am, like you." Sympathetic, I put my hand on the glass and with all the consciousness of the world, he did the same. With tears in my eyes, I smiled. Then, he pooped in his other hand and wiped it on the glass. This was a sign of endearment. I laughed out loud. And I swear, He smiled back.
Human nature, human nature why must human nature be so
Empty Lost Vacant in a light-year moment This poem is void Along with our self-esteem This yielding emotion needs shine Will we ever rise with you in merry delight? You're not here with us, so I'm hopeless we'll ever do fine Our hopes shattered and now I have stars without light Frightful Confused Startled by your Senseless removal It has been written in approval These words doesn't exist in your heart For our feelings are merely a piece of junk Do you hear our disjunked plea or are you too focused on your greed? You left us broken and envied-- you dried up our family seed! We've been trying to nourish our family... but it only drowned us in distressed emotion But I'll still try to remain true to my devotion Frenzied Jumbled Bewildered by your action of Mindless removal That has been written by your approval Are you willing to listen Or are you going to turn down our voices? You're always available to come home to apoligize-- we'll heed to your plea Do you wish to have a void Seperating our once jubilent family? It's very unclear in your pointless decision; the thought of it is too hard to avoid Disoriented Doomed Disenchanted by your action of Heartless removal That has been agreed by your approval Please put a restraining order to the void that shaped Nonsensical lines Please help me with my unstable life, for I haven't escaped From these appalling signs Even if you turn down our dissaproval, we'll remain Faithful Complete Strengthened Are your stars burning with hope?
I. A black widow hides the hour's count, in a painted red glass, on the underside of her belly. II. Unlike a snow white kitten, the hard shiny black widow receives not one loving caress. III. In the pale moonlight the black widow spins a silver web. It created a growing and binding spell-like enchantment. IV. A man and a woman are dancing through time. A man and a woman and a black widow are dancing through time. V. I do not know which I prefer, Us making love by a sizzling fire Or us making love on the cold wet sand, the black widow scurrying across the beach Or the moment we met. VI. A web repaired a broken window with finely spun silk. The shadow of the black widow remains hidden from view. The silence hanging in the web spoke a thousand words. VII. Descendants of Adam, Why do you fear this little spider so? Do you not see how the black widow splashes and plays in her bath as naturally as the child within you? VIII. I know that I know nothing and I remember everything all at once; I know, as well, that the black widow does not worry about what I know. IX. Dark spaces harbor the black widow. Shake out your shoes, shirts, and jackets after they've been on the floor. X. The black widow's shadow encloses the stars like an eclipse, even I cannot overlook a cosmic event as rare as this. XI. She walked across the Nile in crystal slippers. Escaping, she never looked back over her ivory shoulder, the black widow's shrill song flies through the wind and echoes on the water. XII. Grains of sand are filling the glass slowly. The black widow must be endlessly dreaming. XIII. The sun beat down while it rained. I was not moving and I was not going to move. In the peak of the thirteenth hour the black widow traced circles, after kissing me lightly on the back of my hand.
I can only begin, To express what its like, To have gone through such things, As the crucible hike, 54 hours of torturing pain, Which only got worse, When it started to rain, 6 hours of sleep, Issued 3 MRE'S, 5 recruits dropped, Overcome by the heat, After 2 days of hiking, We were issued our masks, Taken into a chamber, Were we get CS gassed, With the rest of our strength, We head for the reaper, Into the mountains, We hike deeper and deeper, 80 pounds on our backs, M16 to our side, Ascending the mountain, Screaming painfully inside, The Reapers a monster, It can swallow you up, A truck had to follow, To pick recruits up, though it felt like forever, We had finally arrived, Beyond exhausted, and sleep deprived, Then the DI's scream out, lets pack up our trash, its time to head out, So get off of your ass, The hike back was torture, But as we got back, we ate a meal fit for warriors, then marched straight to our racks, Some thought they'd been dreaming, Some wild cartoon, But we had really overcome it, As a team, a platoon! Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson
Love don't live here anymore those tears I once cryed they don't fall from these eyes anymore your out of my brain so seal on to another lake I learned something from you that you only think about yourself and your also selfish Goodbye you and the things you do my heart can sleep in slinet without you near with a cold and hurtful care
or The Mysterious Lost Love Quest The old man dusted himself off and quickly started on his merry way this his last port was where his desperate soul sought to forever stay Decades of sailing ships from far flung distant foreign shore to shore now to settle down, live happily the wealthy large life he always swore This London town was so very large and busy , seemed just so right no more dueling spirits , common sense had won the mighty, bitter fight A huge bag of gems he had hidden in his weathered and trusty old sea bag great massive and fabulous wealth of which he dare to never ever brag Tomorrow he would soon seek out his trusted old London banking friend buy that great huge mansion , so very much money he had to now spend! Years had flown buy and his name and fame had so very greatly grown so had the dark rumors, gossip of his wealth and all that he owned He laughed heartedly as the overly outlandish , mysterious tall tales was he a mercenary, a murdering pirate or lost son of the Prince of Wales Had he not just bought a fleet of the fastest ocean going merchant ships hustling back so very many costly wonders in dozens of daring trips Now his very bold plan was just about to bear it's much sought after fruits a legend he would birth and forever establish his name , fame and roots! In secret he alone would assemble this very massive, awe inspiring gift to better serve this great city, the nation, the world, and to so uplift Much more time was all he was praying for and ever going to now need such fame was sure to come for accomplishing this truly fantastic deed Months turned into years as he worked intensely, franticly night and day never allowing too much rest, sleep or pleasure to ever impede his way So very close was the great journey coming to it's blessed, joyous end soon, so very soon, the world would welcome this magnificent Godsend! At last, Eureka! the massive undertaking is finished, so very well done all sweat , pain , great costs aside he had now finally, finally won! Never again would people look down or insultingly call out his name the nation , the world, all mankind would declare his great fame! Life would finally mean something and his long lost love would now See! she had chosen the wrong man and now together they could finally be Early next morn he flung open the massive double wide solid oak doors revealing genius, the gift that all the world would now so richly adore! Just then the moment became far too much for him to ever withstand the success, the great crusade, the magnificence of his winning plan First the dizziness and dull roar blasted deeply into his aching head calamity struck so quickly , he fell knocking over the lamp instead Flames now raced around his body lying face down and so very small nobody saw the gift he had moved heaven and earth to secretly install All burned to ashes, the success that his "lost love" was never to see! such love, force of will came to naught, that's how wicked Fate can be! A tale that a grizzly old sailor drunk on whiskey once dared to tell me finished with the declaration that only He knew what that gift be! For many hours I bought my new friend drink after drink to cleverly find the secret , the secret he guarded so well and held deep in his mind As the tavern was about to close he leaned over to whisper softly to me mysteries abound, life is hard and devils hide in the deep blue sea Hardly a day goes by that I don't remember his last words and smile life is a loud roar on a mighty wave , so ride it in good cheer and style! Robert Lindley, 06-06-2014
Rain-rain-rain-rain-rain; Comes and goes and goes and goes! Moon chants and sun cries...
As God Made You to be For You can not do anything without God For God does all things... God Made You Unique Beautiful and Priceless You are made by Him You are made for Him You are made for His Glory God made you just the way you are You are made Unique You are Not a mistake You are Priceless.. Precious God Made You for Purpose You have a Purpose For Christ... Ask Jesus what Your Purpose is For God has a Plans for You... God Loves You just the way He made You... Beautiful and Priceless Before time began You were in God's thoughts and plans Come to Jesus become Born-again Obtain God's Glorious Love Grace without end...
On the brink of crying, on the brink of dying, what are you gonna do?On the brink of cryin', On the brink of dyin', You've gotta listen to your soul now, too. Now think of this situation, This is a poem, but also a conversation If you don't want to hurt those around you You've gotta help yourself first then the other few On the brink of cryin', On the brink of dyin', What are you gonna do? On the brink of cryin', On the brink of dyin', If you don't wanna hear the truth Then you better not do something stupid, but instead new On the brink of cryin', On the brink of dyin', What are you gonna do? On the brink, On the brink, I'm on the brink of cryin' 'Cause inside I'm 'Cause inside I'm 'Cause inside I'm dyin' I'm on the, I'm on the, I'm on the brink.
My mind is at ease, Your heart is so hard to Please. I sought out fate in another man. we made a plan. You said you'd keep me, Never would you Leave me. I found true love, Given from God above. I know what to do. You where never meant to be my boo. I love him not you. I know you had to have a clue. My mind is at ease, Don't make this hard Please. You might think this is a mystery But I have seen the enemy, He's in your anatomy. Your cruel and instinctual, If you where just a little more of a espial. No more hurt no more pain to more love I wish to gain. No more hear no more there no more wishing you would care. My mind is at ease, No more begging on my Knees. ~ Amber Jenkins
I was standing at the crossroads wondering which way to go, Left or right or straight on ahead I tell ya I didn't know. One way was towards the responsibility of family and tradition, The other lead right to the girl, to love her was my ambition. Or should I straddle the two of them by staying on my course, But never reaching either goal would fill me with remorse. Do I keep the love I've known or do I go to the love I need? Knowing that whichever heart I chose I'd make the other bleed. Now that was many years ago and I know that I chose right, But sometimes that decision still haunts me in the middle of the night.
Apples and God. In the twilight I saw a nun coming down the hilly street towards me, in the shiny grayness of the evening I could see a cross of the crucified Jesus around her neck. I was filled with foreboding as I have always had a fear of Christianity. I remembered what an old man, who had a long white beard and always wore a black hat, had told me that if I saw a nun I should spit three times and run away. I ran and ran but whichever road I followed she still came behind me. I fled into a garden full of apple trees climbed up one of them. Sat there for hours till I got hungry and picked an apple it tasted like acid and filled my mouth of the unknown. Yet I had the sense to fill my pocket with forbidden fruit. Back home I told mother of what had happened, I gave her the fruit she cut them up in pieces and strewed sugar on and now they tasted lovely. She told me not to mind what old men said and that the nun was a victim of her delusion. She also told me to buy apples next time and not to steal them. The day thereafter I bought two green bananas it took weeks before they were ripe enough to eat.
A goddess of sagacious ways in tenderness of spontaneous amore, Hauntingly beautiful is her form as you see her, such allure. Her colorful tattoo, which adorns her face, delivers her peaceful demure, Ambiguous to another female, she engages men that humbly adore. Fantasia, her name, unimaginable transformations she could explore. Able to present herself in any form, a lover may imagine, ever so pure. Enticing her conquests, no human male could resist, determined lure. Fantasia's innocent looks that you see, is just the beginning of her score. Her desire was not to humiliate or destroy these men's minds or souls. Just to amuse her, allowing men to have avaricious filled night. Fantasias floral adorned hair, produced pheromones to meet her goals. Completing a ravenous, noncommittal bond, beyond grandiose height, Fantasia's flamboyant gaze, from her eyes, starts her lovelorn controls. Her admirer, is captured as her finger touches her lip, daintily light. Written by Cecil Hickman Written for Sponsor ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ ~ Contest Name Tell Her Story
A defender of justice, my stately Viking icon A hermaphroditic mystery unfounded fears surrounding. Reigns victorious over odium, an unlikely champion. This brave genius subjugates falsehoods by telling… My husband is my hero having faced differences alone. One true champion loves; my darling has forgiven many men. Caring instead of detesting those with hatreds so well honed. Knowing the lack of understanding when false judgments begin. Compassion brings to tears any tragedy borne by others. Brawn builds a safety net protecting me from foes. Wisdom wields a loving way of relating to our brothers. Great insight healed my weary heart and understanding grows. Educated intellectually and spiritually inclined. My warrior against evil defends God's goodly ways. The front-runner to forgiveness with happy hopes refined. Walking along a righteous path, together strengthening, love stays. The victor over loneliness, now, my heart does profess. No matter whether judgment flies, reality remains. There is no greater love than our love, by God blessed. Except for the love of God himself that never distains. © January 16, 2011 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Thanks for wondering, Sara, It is NOT metaphoric...it is reality! My husband was born a member of the third sex...called inter-sexed, these days. Lovingly, Dane
As of these times seems so much conflict within my spirit.. as my heart beats ever so strong awaiting moments as emotions rise Wonders of.. my Love.. reaching for the sky's as I ask.. in prayer where shall tis be past dreams of huge house long ride.. awaits for me.. Twas than revealed oh.. but how.. tis is Manifestation.. of soon.. to be... Awaiting in Catalonia Avinguda Balmins, Sitges, Catalonia, Spain
Sun-shining bright walking down tis path of life colors of enormous lights as Passion arises... Spreading far and wide shining through darkest places intertwined mixture.. embraces lights sparkling inside fighting to be free just to expand---out bursting tremendously Colors of Love Love you... Always.. Love me...
During the road of life you've taken… Do you feel alone and forsaken? Are the choices you made "way back when..." Causing you trouble once again? Are the "bumps" on the road, Creating a mess?, Are you're under a lot of worry and stress? Through Jesus Christ… you can overcome! By his shed blood— the victory has been won! Hardship and difficulty will no longer prevail. When on God's wings of love… you begin to sail! With God's grace working in your life… This will give you victory over uncertainty and strife! You'll have a peace and a blessed assurance… Taking your journey with Jesus is the BEST INSURANCE! By Jim Pemberton
Bite my tongue Choke on my words Spell out the letters That must remain unheard No one should hear the desperate screams Coming from deep within me No one should see my soul as it burns Without peace I'll always be No one listens to the pleas I cry They ignore me every day No one sees the blood I shed And I wouldn't have it any other way I don't want them to know I suffer And die inside when I'm alone I'd rather pretend I'm fine for their sake But I don't care when I'm at home I am depressed and with good reason You shouldn't judge me for this But I'll stick out life till its end And die to reach infinite bliss