When I see your face
Bright as a star in dark skies
Your eyes radiant and clear as crystal
Tears of love drench my cheeks-
On your shoulders forever I’ll lull
Under the comfort of your warm wings of love
When I see greens of the fields
Celebrating every kiss of the winds;
The cold breeze at the shores of falling rivers
I see the shape of your heart-
A heart print that forever will stay
Whispering at every height of the melting mount
When you whisper my name
At the cold of a warm dawn
My heart bleeds for the unending bliss;
I weep when your shadow sublimes-
Leaving only an idol to cling on!
Let me nurture your heart, my love to defend.
With my head on the pillow I see you in the shadows.
Slipping back into your clothes when all my eyes can do is follow.
My mind starts to wander as you step back into those heels.
The silk touch of your body my hands just want to feel.
I roll to the side where your scent still forms where you stayed.
Then over to the rocking chair where we laughed and played.
I watch you dress and put yourself back to who you are.
And hold my breath and kiss this star ....
~Mysterious Lady of Soup~~
Reaching for the stars I feel the passion in our eyes.
We lay naked and free as the moon makes a rise.
Without pushing the boundries on who we are.
We stare at each other without feeling one single scar.
You run your hand over the tightness of my dress.
I cherish every provocative moment as you caress.
You rub your hands up my shoulders and through my hair.
We kiss and say good night as you rock the chair.
I walk away into the shadows of another night,
and kiss the stars as we await morning light...
Want to take this time to thank this lovely lady
for taking time out to collab with me again...
i caught your eyes on me. dont bother to look away. ive already noticed. i wish i was
brave enough to stare back. it doesnt bother me, just makes me curious. what are you
thinking? or are you just observing? try to figure me out. but you wont. because youve
only met the imposter. you havent stopped to look into my eyes.
I was told that love isn’t based on time
Love is based on how a person makes you feel
When I am with you I feel that it is only us
I feel that you can rescue me from the darkness
When I am with you I feel safe no longer scared
Even when we are apart I still feel that you’re here
When I am with you I can't stop my smile
I knew what it was from the start
Just to see you I walked six miles
You shot an arrow straight in my heart
I’ll be here for you night and day
But even if I miss you I won't show I’m weak
Even if you hear the stutter in my speech
I’ll brush it off like I always do
Until the next time I see you I will be true
I’ll love you till the sun won't shine
No matter what I’ll be your best friend
And I'll always be here till the end
So here’s the deal:
I’m completely pissed off, but not really-
Really I’m heartbroken and just trying to breathe through the ache in my chest,
But that really has nothing to do with what’s going on does it.
This is ridiculous. I hate it. It’s not something I can just fix.
If I could make him forget just by kissing him stupid I would.
However, this is a bit too raw for that.
It’s like when your fave song comes on and you’re voice begins to break near the end
because you’re holding back tears.
Nothing really detracts from that feeling of complete abandon. That’s true for love on both
Passion when you’re together, battering desperate aching when you’re not.
Now, I enjoy pain. I enjoy the sharp, sweet edge.
I don’t enjoy this mind numbing pounding. Like my body is being pulled inside out.
There is no tearing, no ripping, no cutting, no sharp. Just dull, stretching emptiness.
There is no joy in that.
Only the true masochist in me finds something in this.
I don’t like dwelling on that part of me.
I’d rather be sharp. Like when you’re cut by a knife so sharp that it takes a minute for your
body to register it as pain.
Sharp. Sweet. Sinfully simple.
This isn’t what I signed up for. But then, what is?
I love you.
That doesn’t really matter.
Dreams Of Reality
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears
A difference of a world a way
A distance of a different kind
Love is blind and divine
Hold my hand
Let us touch the sunshine
On this hill of heaven we stand
From one another
Life and the world will never take us
Unless it’s together
Then we will become forever
Never leaving each others presence
Our bond becomes stronger in living
With every day
I stare into your glare
Wishing we live on; and long
Strong and healthy
We will grow old
In a happy union together
Looking beside me
Coming to a reality
You’re not there
My dreams are not reality
My love has perished.
All over our suburb, lights have suddenly gone out, and panic has seized our hearts.
Grasping my lover’s hand in the pitch black night, I struggle as he pulls me up. My
legs are flimsy noodles, absolutely useless, for try as I might, I cannot make them
work. How can I expect my boyfriend to carry or even drag me along these
nightmare streets? But he is my salvation and I cannot let go of his hand.
Suddenly he gasps. I look instinctively upward. A bright light, white beyond all
comprehension, has appeared above our town. It pulses and the pulsation begins
to penetrate my being as I feel the strength returning to my limbs. I sense, but
cannot yet see, that others, like my boyfriend and me, are being drawn to that spot
where the light has centered its fantastical white glow.
Mobile again, I walk with quickening steps beside my lover, mesmerized as we both
follow that magnetic throbbing glow. There has been an immediate restoration of
light to the houses which lost all light at the moment we had plunged into utter
darkness. Moreover, the lights of those houses whose occupants had been
sleeping are also coming on, and soon there are hundreds and hundreds of lights
being turned on in all the neighborhoods as if their occupants are somehow being
summoned telepathically to rise from their beds, leave their homes and come meld
with those of us already on the streets.
What can it be? Who can it be? Is it alien life force? Is it God? These thoughts are
mine, but I actually can hear them in the minds of those who now comprise the
steady stream of people who, with great anticipation, draw nearer and nearer the
pulsing light which seems to be coming from a huge field on the outskirts of town.
Its brilliance is beyond that of anything I’ve ever seen before - an illumination that
all the lights of the town combined can not equal.
As my boyfriend and I press on eagerly with the throng, I feel a warmth.
Indescribable, it permeates not only the cool night air, but also my very heart and
soul. I look at the kind and handsome face of my dear companion. Then I look at
the throng of wonderful people, realizing they are but a fragment of the sum of
humanity, and love’s warmth floods the core of me. I do not know what is coming,
but if this is a dream, I wish never to awake.
For "Finish the Dream" Contest by Matt Caliri
A Woman’s Worth
By Nate Spears
Her purpose in this world is hurting
She’s never been a designed of perfect
But she is a mom, so she’s super
Then roll up her sleeves ; and
Take care of the kids; and
Making it a home
For a beautiful family to roam
Building wonderful memories
Becoming a woman of worth
Keeping her faith through Christ
Keeping her pace through health
Keeping her sanity through managing
This is a woman’s worth
I’m giving you
Despite of all the stress
She receives her family with open arms
Through all the mess
She’s a fantastic mom
A wonderful woman
Deserving a round of applause
Plus a standing ovation
For always being an American sensation
That held this continent down since day one
Since the Plymouth Rock landed on us
Thank you for her giving
Thank you for her living
Thank you for her children
This is ,
A woman’s worth.
Sweet scented rose
Mild and inviting
A soft tease
Spurs of greatness
Flicks of trust
Skin as sheen
Lips as crimson
Eyes so dazzling
Cheeks as velvet
Voice as silk
Feet as low pad
A gentle deer
The calm of the sea
My gift of shells
The ties of love
A random page
In my book of life
It begun with her
A refreshing breath
She is Obaa Yaa
My love story…
© Naa Takia, All Rights Reserved 2012
It was New Years' Day and the rain was pouring. The plans I made for were ruined by the rain. He must have noticed I was cold because I felt his silky leather jacket being draped across my bare shoulders. I looked over and saw him smiling at me. I caught myself blushing then looked away. Shyly I broke the silence. "I'm really sorry. I had this big day planned for us but," I paused, "I forgot to check the weather." Before I could continue blaming myself his finger tips led my face perfect plush lips. When we kissed, it was like Heaven on Earth. He told me something I'll never forget. Kneeling down on one knee, he looked up and grabbed my hand. The words still play like a song in my head. "Will you marry me?" Tears poured down my face. I was so excited the words got stuck in my throat. So I nodded instead. He picked me up, spun me around, then we kissed. There was so much passion we felt the sparks between our closed lips. This was truly the perfect day.