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Why must I Cry

   I come to the garden along, while the dew is still fresh
on the meadows. Early in the morning do the bird's sing
praises of roses and peddles.  I cry, because there is no
refuge finally from the pain.  
    Yet long ago, a child was born, to become king, and yes
there is hope, just for believing in his name. Where is this King!
when I'm hurting and alone? He's just a prayer away, don't give
up, for he's Alpha and Omega, which means, just be strong!.
So they sent me to a place, to turn my life around. I cry, be-
cause, I am somebody no longer am I bound.
     Now I know that Jesus is my refuge and no more drugs is
there for I. Thank you Lord, for the method, that's "Why Must
I Cry".


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When the Time is Right

For nearly 45 years I never spoke of  that day; the emotional pain was too great.
I simply hid it in the lining of my soul, knowing in my heart you didn’t stand
a chance with me as I stood in the rubble of my life and let you go, wrapped
in my heart with a wish and a prayer- all I had to give. And for 45 years, 
I dreamed of you and me playing in fields of daisies under blue skies as
I cried inside, wondering where you where, and if there was a part of you  
that somehow would remember me- would remember the bond we made 
in that single moment we shared together, when the nurse held you up to the
nursery window for me to see as I  stood on wobbly legs, with my trembling 
hands holding unto a pole with a dripping IV?

I prayed. Lord! How I prayed that someday, by the grace of  God, 
you’d come back to me when the time was right. 

So I lived my life. Got back up and crawled out of the rubble that was me, 
and lived with half a heart that somehow still managed to beat.

With the passing of  time, I bloomed; sometimes red, sometimes blue when I thought of all the years we could have shared as I sat and listened to family and friends 
tell me of the joyful times they shared with their children, grandchildren 
and great-grandchildren as, I  smiled and  cried inside and dreamed of you, 
and all the years of your life I  missed and, all the years I would never know. 
It was then I realized I was a very lonely soul. So, I wrote and wrote and
wrote, never suspecting for a moment that  nearly 45 years later,
you would find me through a poem I wrote for you.

I know I can never replace the mother and father who raised you, for the bonds
of time shared  are  much stronger than blood. Yet knowing what a wonderful 
women you turned out to be, beautiful, intelligent, compassionate  
and now with a daughter  of your own, is enough for me, and someday  
when the time is right for you, I hope and pray , we will meet again.

                                               ~~~~~~

                                                 Elaine George 


This is a true story.  It was through this forum ( poetrysoup ) my birth daughter found me. 



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This Poem Is Who I Am With Everybody

       This Poem Is Who I Am With Everybody.

I was told who I am, always reflects upon my friends 
and family. When I choose a friend we become one 
soul forever.This Is how I interpret my friendship.

When I choose a friend, I would shelter their names 
in my heart,after conquering their friendship.
Their secrets will register in my brain to never be exposed. 

I was told who I am always reflects upon their lives, they know
my spirit and soul will not survive without them, my consistency 
will nurture their strength to exude.
When I choose a friend, my love will never sleep or vanish,
my telepathy will wake up and sleep when they retire.

My sharing becomes an unconditional awareness of either their 
pain or happiness. They feel that I am capable of praying for 
them each night.
If they are near or far makes no difference out of love their 
shadow will send me messages in what state of mind they 
are at the moment.
 
My heart will surrender when I am needed, if they want to talk,
I will listen, if they cry I will wipe their tears, if they are hungry 
for food I will feed them, if they hunger for philosophy, I would 
share my knowledge, if they crave for silence my voice is muted,
if they are weak in health nothing will hold me back from running 
to stay next to them day and night till healing will prevail.

When I choose a friend, I was told who I am always reflects upon
their everyday living, because knowing all what I possess will be 
shared without asking, generosity progresses out of love.
Their silhouette constantly moves next to me, feeling their heart 
beat continuously to determine how to approach them.

That is why who I am always reflects upon their everyday,
knowing I analyze the word friendship as the dearest to my soul,
I have no boundaries, my tears will flow like raindrops reaching their 
window if any help is needed.
I love all my friends.


21/5/2013 Contest For SKAT. This Is Who I Am with everybody. WIN (10)


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Listen To The Unsaid

 
"Because I Love You."
 

     Because I love you
      together, we could
       sleep on our bed head to head,
          listen to the unsaid 
            light the flame without a name.
                                                    
Because I love you
together, we could 
   pretend its real
     listen to the unsaid 
        blow the snow & steal the wind.
                   
Because I love you
together, we could
   dream and scream 
      listen to the unsaid
         when resting in our nest.
                  
Because I love you
together, we could 
    watch the tide 
       listen to the unsaid
         while sitting side by side.
                  
Because I love you
together, we could
     be from the very few
           listen to the unsaid
                  as we only knew.
                        
Because I love you
together, we could
    hold hands just stand,
         listen to the unsaid
             then dance to the band.
                     
                                          I Will Always Love You
                                                     Together. 
                                                              . 2/6/2013
                                                             By. Therese Bacha


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GONE Anna Lo PH

? ...GONE... ?

I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt
To lose someone you never really had,
Days can be tough and at times cruel
To much for one to bear alone..

I was hoping that you would say
If I feel that I can't hold on any longer,
You'll take my hand and we'll go through it until together.
When the time comes, that if I can't stand on my own again
And I won't need you anymore, I will let go.
I will let go, if that would make you happy..

If you're lonely and your heart feels empty, 
Just tell me and I will step inside.
But if One Day, you'll be needing that space for someone else
Don't worry and gladly I will give in my space..

Like in a painful, sad love story
It's amazing how easily to fall inlove with someone,
Who simply smiles, talks or stare at you
The only hard thing to do is to make that person fall for you.
They say that time heals all wounds, but all it's done so far
is give me more time to think about how much I miss You..

Okay, so maybe time heals most wounds, right?
Then why does it feel like it?
The wound is getting bigger and bigger every second.
Maybe Love is just a beautiful dream, and then we wake up..

Just as they always say when somebody leaves
When love is lost, do not bow your head in sadness,
Instead keep your head up high and gaze for the stars.
For that is where broken hearts have been sent to heal..

What is the opposite of Two?..
...A lonely me, A lonely You...

They say relationships are like glass 
That sometimes it's better to leave them broken
Than risk hurting oneself in trying to put it back together.

Lost in my heart, lost in my mind, I'm lost in your eyes
Entire days, weeks, months, ...a blur...
Flickers of light in the darkness 
Only to be enveloped in shadow once more.
And yet within the shadows of pain
Might be the faint flicker of love once fel,t
And that could make all the darkness worthwhile
Because a single "I Love You"
Is worth more than a thousand goodbyes..

I'm tired my Beloved.. 
of chafing my heart against the want of you,
Of squeezing into little inkdrops and writing it.
Ask me why I keep on loving you
When it's clear that you don't feel the same way for me.
The problem is that as much as I can't force you to love me
I can't force myself to stop loving you..

So I tell myself sometimes..
'Count the gardens by the flowers, never by the leaves that fall.
Count your life with smiles and not with tears that roll." ..

Though sometimes, these tears say all there is to say
And the scars don't ever fade away,
I am thankful that for a moment
I once met You, I once felt you look my way.
I once felt You within me, in my heart and mind
I once was happy and alive with You
I once Loved you and still Loving You... xoxo

P.S ..KYHYCYILY.. always.. ? ? ?

(re-edited letter)


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WAKE UP by Anna Lo P

"Wake up, wake up" my sleepyhead Turk
"Wake up, wake up" my dear sleeping beau
each time I do this, I am so happy
because finally I can see 
your sweet smiles, intended just for me.

Yes, your smile, smiles that make me smile
though it really wasn't there for me to see
because you're so far away, lands & seas
I just close my eyes so I can see it 
with all my heart, I believe it.

"Wake up, wake up" so i say, again & again
and that your consciousness can be regain
staying you awake I always intend to do
so you can hear me say "ILOVEYOU" so true..

..xoxo my dear "YASAMAK"


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'I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!

I've had enough
Yes enough of your childish games
I've had enough
Of your lies.and disappointments
I've had enough
Of headaches,and worries
I've had enough 
Of your disrespect
I've had enough
Of heartaches,and pains
I've had enough
Of wondering if and when you're coming home
I've had enough
Of planning a future that has no hope
I've had enough
Of waking up and finding myself alone
I've had enough
Of wishing you'll change for the better
I've had enough
Of talking,and you're not listening
I've had enough
Of dreaming this dream all alone
I've had enough
Of being the only one trying to make things work
I've had enough
Of treating you like a prince,king,or queen
then in return you treat me like I'm nothing
I've had enough
Of you're not taking me seriously
I've had enough
And I'm sick,and tied of all the drama
I've had enough
Of you falsely accusing me
I've had enough
And I can make it by myself
I'VE HAD ENOUGH 
I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!"


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Your My Dear Friend

We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,

Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...

These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken

Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"


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The Harvest Of The Seed


  
  Each field is barren white with snow, 
around me blind, they know.
I see.
Darkness brings the haze of dawn, 
how many must it show.

While many miles of web it's barb, 
my flesh, 
it tastes and grows.

Bringing home the wheat, 
ground white, 
and powdered souls, 
spread open far and wide.

Touching only youth, 
not men, 
Each gem from stone, 
pours out and lost our seed it keeps.
No more.


j.McC. 

Is It Poetry 
 
 


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Poiesis on poetry

Inception of poise anon-times.) And burgeoning..! 

"Plays" of & to; each entered instance...

To posterity through eternal inference..!



Copyright 20 12 2011 Joe Maverick..


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You're such a lovely cyclone

Hey girl!
I love the way you whirl, 
and swirl,
so deep inside my heart.
you're such a lovely cyclone as you tear my mind apart.
seething lava in my veins,
tsunami in my breast,
a hurricane that's gone insane,
an earthquake that won't rest.
your tremors how they move me,
I simply can't resist,
so I sprout wings, sweet golden things,
and fly into your kiss.

http://lovestruehome.com/


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Gertrude -- Gertie -- Gertrude Stein

-- Re:  Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas, Rue de Fleurus #27, Paris --

What would Gertrude.What Gertrude.What, Gertie?Have thought.Have thought what
thought?Thought thought driving,forward,remorselessly.Remorseless Remorse?Forward.Never reverse;no reverse.No.No remorse.Remorseless,spurning reverse,seated.High!Seated high in Auntie.Then in Godiva seated. Looming.Enormous.
Looming enormous.Unsinister presence. Certain presence.Definite.Definitely not sinister.  Positively looming;enormous in brown.Brown,in brown corduroy,driving Paris.
In Paris,through Paris.Looming high in Paris in Godiva.With Alice, quiet beside her.
Quiet; always, Alice.Alice always. And zipping, about -- coming to Rue de Fleurus 27.
Zipping to Rue de Fleurus.To 27. And Alice so able.Able Alice, each a.m. transcribing.Able Alice typing.Automatic Gertrude.Typing Gertrude.Great Gertrude.GeniusGertrude.Talking Gertrude.Genius talking.Great brown Gertrude;Gertie to Alice.
Absorbing, talking, buying art --- buying Matisse.Absorbing Matisse.Showing Matisse.Banishing Matisse.Selling Matisse,collecting Picasso.Great Gertrude -- genius Gertrude at court, holding court at Rue de Fleurus 27.And Leo.Gone Leo.No Leo at Rue de
Fleurus.Not at 27 After Leo, after Mr. Stein, after brother Leo.But there was Alice.Alice
was there Among Braques.And Cezanne.(Not Matisse.)No longer Matisse, but Picasso.And Picassos, Picassos, Picassos!And Alice; alongside, was Alice.Next to, was Alice.Alice
next Gertrude,Gertie, G. --- Gertrude, Miss Stein. Genius Gertrude Stein Quiet Alice
always.And a great Gertrude.A great brown Gertrude.A leviathan. A passing ship; a
great leviathan.Gertie, a genius.A hugeness.A shibboleth.But to Alice, just Gertie.


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Our Endured Love

                                ~Our Endured Love ~
                      
Today and yesterday I am who I am not asking myself during 
my life lived with you,how many times have I lost my energy 
morally and physically, my answer everyday every minute every 
second Why? 
That was the only way to search for solutions, discover a road 
that would prevent us from getting lost again, I ask to allow 
your soul remain generous protect me and my heart, walk together 
face the sunshine, and seal our lips,
with a kiss. 
             
Give me the whole of you, allow my body never to sleep, awaken 
my instinct, allow the nights remain young, before our time is 
over, I cant loose you,  I prefer to burn alive, your power saves 
me, your eyes when inflame they light our candle, and puts off its 
flame with your tears, because I love you, 

I am willing to vanish, leave my dead body as a gift to be free 
from that pain, stare into my eyes, find me attractive, don't 
break my heart, my life feels ignored when years ago it was 
your treasure. 

Today I do not know who I am without you, feelings abandoned 
me, I prefer to live with my pain, my soul wouldn't want life without 
love in it, which belonged long,
before to you.

We looked at our teary eyes for hours, we needed not to talk, just
hold each other for years to come, as we both cannot live without 
one another, that is the power,
of our love.
                              
He took me outside held my face into his strong hands, turned towards 
the sun, and kissed my boiling lips. We both melted into each others 
arms, kissing under the sunshine, I was marked by a strong reaction 
towards romance.
Pulling from his pocket a letter gave it to me still holding me tight 
he said,this is my answer to you, please read it.

To My Woman:
You have been very patient because you know how much I love you. 
But in the past year I was living in the darkness within me unable to 
forgive myself of feeling lonely,even if we were together,I was hiding 
under my hood blaming myself of not working hard enough to support 
you mentally,I felt I was not good enough for you as a husband,today 
I promise you to bond our relationship with hardly no obstacles.

Our humor will be included,communicating,understanding,giving,loving 
all those together will allow our solid marriage to evolve no matter what 
were and what is and what will become. The circumstances of such a 
future nothing will be allowed to shake it anymore I promise you that.

When I am with you,we will feel we will heal to seal our love we sleep 
we dream we wake up we kiss we hug the bed is warm to sleep our 
bodies heat cannot resist to shelter our hands from that heat when 
burning lips utter whispers on fire our bodies under the sheets has 
too much love. Oh come my love let us share our love like never 
before your bodies smell awakens all my existence when 
I am with you.

I ran to the bedroom undressed to put on a beautiful sheer night gown 
to show him who I am in body and soul both so young our bodies were 
crying out begging each other to embrace to share the compassion 
through love making yearning for his lips his touch his eyes his voice whispering how much he loves me I was feeling a woman climbing 
higher than expected if this is love I am a woman in love.

We lived till old age and never 
did we not kiss under the sunshine.

Therese Bacha     
5/8/13
                                                                               
                         


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THE SWEET SCENT OF TIMELESSNESS

Trapped in a perfect world, what does time 
mean?  Wait, nothing is permanent in this
wicked world.

Stay or go.  Which way did you decide?
Is that your hand reaching out to me,
Shall I grab your wrist; wait, this is fine.

The sweet scent of timelessness circles
over my head spinning me heedless.
Moods float keeping my goodness in
place;  there, now I can see your face
floating on the canvas circled with a
brush in all the grand colors.

The thrush of ochre, gray and sand.
Tips of green highlight the tops of
trees sitting against a sky splashed
in blue hue.

I feel you there pulling my hand
spinning me around and around
through years of you and me,
burning candles from the heart,
aroma swerving through the soul.

We set apart, not going somewhere
flames burn to keep you a part of the
great mountain that only you could see.

I wake in scented timelessness every day.


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Drowning in your sacred love

your glistening crimson lips
beckon me
tantalize
so, 
I waltz into your seething passion
a sexy serenade into your luminescent mouth
liquid ecstasy
whirling 
swirling 
upon your undulating velvet tongue
frolicking in your frothy lotion
swallowed by your rainbow kiss 
drunk
lost forever in your sweet emotion
drowning in your sacred love	


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My Betrothed

what are we
can we be defined
what's our status
what cannot be denied
words can be spoken
and gestures give us signs
but when i say i love you 
can it be defined
we give ourselves emotions
when to laugh and when to cry
but we can't control emotions
they are like wild horses we ride
we give ourselves to pain
to feel deep inside
you cannot say it hurts
but it's harmful to your pride
pride that makes you stand 
when you feel you want to fall
pride that doesn't give up
when you give your all and all
but pride too can be broken
and make us the walking dead
an empty shell upon us
for emotions not being said

don't feel this , don't feel that
and especially don't feel love
don't feel like anything special
just might come from up above
love is just an illusion
that reason cannot tame
tell me: what it is between us,
does it have a name?
can i wish, can i pray
or even dare to hope
can i see it clearly 
if i use a microscope
if i use my feelings
will they prove me wrong
are these words meant for healing
or just another sad sad song
can't i believe in destiny
that seems to come from God
or am i just chasing a dream
and really should move on
my heart it waits for answers
that only you can give
what we have between us
will it die or will it live



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ZINDAGI KA SAFAR

   ZINDAGI KA SAFAR
Zindagi wo nahi, JO Nazar Ati Hai Tum Ko
Yeh To Chalti Howi Sansoo Ka Safar Hoti Hai
Yeh To Bekiri Howi Yadoon Ka Mazhar Hoti Hai
Yeh To Totay Howay Lafzoon  Ka Nasar Hoti Hai
Zindagi!  To Naam Hai Us Insaneyat Ka
Jes Ki azmat Ka Yakin! Farashtoon Nay Sajday may Kiya
Zindagi! To paygham Hai Us Jazbay Ka
Jis Ka Safar Soraj Ki Kirnoo Say shuru Hota Hai
Zindagi, Us Katab Ki Manind Hai 
Jis Ka Unwaan !  Musafar Ki Akasi Karta hai
Zindagi To Kahani Hai Us Musafarat Ki     
 Jis Ki Manzil Soraj Kay goroob ! Honay Tek Hoti Hai
Zindagi To Naam Hai Us Rishtay Ka 
Jis Ka Raabta !  Rooh Or Jism Kay Darmiyan Hota Hai
Zindagi To Ahsaas Hai Us Mohabat Ka
Jis Ka Ahtamaam ! Khuda Nay Jannat Bana Kay Kiya
Yeh Wo Bewafa Hai Jo Khudi Kay Daway Kay Bawajood 
Khud Apnay Wojood Ko Pal may ! Tanha Kar deyti Hai Zindagi
Zindagi Salaam Ho Tuj Pay Kay Teri  Baqa Kay Leyeh
Qudarat Nay Shub-o-rooz Ko Sajaya Hai ! Zindagi Kay Leyeh
 
SHAISTA MANSOOR


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Trolling for Love

I'm floatin in a boat,
in the middle of the sea,
and I've got my trusty fishing rod with me.
I'm trolling for love, 
sweet, soft and demure,
so I cast our my line, 
and my heart is the lure.
come on precious mermaid, 
come hither sweet girl,
hop into my boat, 
and lets give it a whirl,
with our wing tips igniting, 
and our eyes brightly glowing,
deep passion pulsating, 
sweet liquid love flowing.

http://lovestruehome.com/


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A Portrait

                         ~A Portrait ~

A mother feels that her life resembles
 to an unpretentious painting 
hanging on the wall in her residency,
it projects nothing except 
emptiness,stagnant,old,
no ocean with the seagulls 
flying on top humming 
happy sounds to express 
how much they love their liberty.

That portrait is dark lifeless 
when she is far from her children,
the sun doesn't like to wake up,
there are no tourists walking 
on that beach,even the waves 
are stuck they do not have 
the energy to move and splash 
on the shore.

The crabs don't come out 
to breath from underground 
as it feels lifeless,the moon 
changes its course not to be
 seen in there and is not ready 
to shed any lights to avoid 
this obscurity,even the fish 
are sleeping dizzy without food 
due to their sadness 
with all their surroundings,
nothing is alive, and knows 
she is stuck for a while 
with this painting having to 
look as is and accept it.

Until she lands and sees her children
 holding a bouquet of roses,
then the painting starts breathing,
everything awakes,sleeping or dead
 come to life, the waves splash 
on the shore,the seagulls fly 
and the melody is beautiful, 
the sun peeps looking so happy 
and clear,the crabs start popping 
up crawl with pride,the tourists 
stride with huge smiles,lovers 
holding hands, kissing love is happiness,
later the fish cant stop swimming 
from one place to the other 
searching for their breakfast,
later on the rainbow appears 
as a surprise the sun will leave 
and the moon will take its place
 to shine from above on everybody
 in that portrait,now she could start
 looking at it because its alive 
it becomes the most beautiful portrait.

She was one of the most beautiful 
women when she turned 32 after 
11 years of marriage with 2 children 
young boys she would walk in 
the streets with them everybody 
would turn and double look at her.

In that portrait she is wearing one 
of her black & white Chanel suit holding a 
champagne glass in her hand standing
 on the sand an everlasting peaceful look,
sometimes she wears her hair up 
with pearls to hold them firmly,
the white and black earrings from Chanel,
always has make up with such elegance, 
she has a small nose everybody admires
 and envies her,she has green eyes beautiful,
very sexy lips as she knows how to dress
 up her lips a brown contour and a light 
pink lipstick,her body is gorgeous 
tall & slim now she's admiring 
her living portrait.

She sees beauty and sharing only
 with her children when she feels young
 & has a wide image of describing
 this same painting which is hanging on her wall. 
When she goes back home she becomes blind 
only by looking at it with no tomorrow 
except her sitting on the couch 
watching TV or writing poetry.

Most of the time shedding 
tears of fear and loneliness. 
But when she leaves home 
to join the outside world,
everybody thinks she's doing great,
looking good with her make up,
after all those years of being 
separated she knows
how to camouflage her pain
 in the presence of strangers.

All what she asks for,
is listen to her sons voices
 whispering her name.
Voices,through a wire for years. 
Today,I am that woman of 76 years old.


Therese Bacha
  5/7/2013     Win No (7)


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THE DIVINE MOOD

The Divine Mood visited me
today.  Swimming in the clouds,
tearing at my heart.

As worlds fell into parts,
my being, my breath fell apart.

EXHALE

Breathe in.  Make room for
the Divine Heart.

Warm and toasty, a warm
cinnamon bun.  Like a cat 
purr in the sun.  There is so
little warmth.  Eyes have a 
hard time focusing;  the best 
part of the day is done.

Beautiful in the galaxy.  Search
for the gallery.  Tiredness reaches
my soul.

There is a hole where there used
to be none.  A space is opening
with or without me.  This will be 
done.  What to do with this fatigue;

Rest here or rest there I am the wings
of the 
BELOVED.


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Lost into a deep black hole

I was trapped
and bemused
feeling sad
and confused
a subatomic particle
lost into a deep black hole
and suddenly
you stuck in your magic telescope
and I opened up
like a flower
I shot out like a periscope
a mystical kaleidoscope
like a solar flare 
without a care
my heart exploded into a supernova
and then, 
I woke up in your constellation
a phantasmagorical revelation
so ecstatic
and divine
orgasmic 
and sublime
I'm staying here forever, 
until the end of time.


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Grandad's Missing

There's a void, now
Where once a steadfast heart beat time
The soul in perfect harmony with life's uncertain pulse
With those who clambered eagerly in solace or in joy
To scale that mighty pinnacle
The Rock, within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
But marvel at the structure, the firmness of the ground beneath
The strata richly layered with wisdom of generations past
A fault free seam constructing firm foundations
Binding those within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
A hollow cavern 
echoing the anger and the pain
Trust time; it has no fear of finite elements
The source of unremitting pain
Within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
So fill the emptiness and catalogue the memories
Harvesting the richness of their meaning
The fullness of the seed sown long ago
To bloom forever within the bosom of the family


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DAMAGED MY TRUE LOVE

written 17th Sept 2013



When it comes to love, I AM poisonous
 don't let me curse another, leave me loveless

For the first time in my life, I felt your pain and cried for your heart
 my heart finally hurts, knowing I passed this pain from the start

Please find help to set your heart free
 trust me, it's not a life you recover from easily 

Damaged goods I told you, unrepairable
 but some how, you managed the impossible

Unlovable for my entire life
 yet you had no problem, getting me to become your wife

Yes, it's been more than both of us should have ever had to bear
 at this moment, every cell in my body is overwhelmed, so I really do care

Please don't enter my life's pain and despair  
 you don't deserve it, you are so patient and filled with such love

I'm sorry I let myself fall in love knowing it would poison you
 soul mates forever and eternity, my love belongs only to you...




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The sunrise of your sacred love

the sunrise of your sacred love,
paints the hollow desert in my mind,
scattered grains of windblown thoughts,  
frozen remnants from another time,
your liquid brush scrape shards of pain,
from deep within my dark terrain,
and like a scarlet phoenix I rise again,
I climb your thighs,
and stroke your breasts,
I kiss your luscious, tender lips,
drink your luminescent eyes,
and dive right in,
such a surprise.
I didn't realize, 
that your love would be like this,
you've raised me from a dark abyss,
and placed me deep within your heart,
I'm warm, content and gently smiling,
lost forever,
in your love beguiling.

(from the chapter "Divinity of Woman" in Love's True Home, now available online in
hardcover, paperback, and as an e-book)
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Mort De La Mort, The Death Of Death

There is something intoxicating about the absolute stillness of night
I am most at home, at ease, the tell-tale heart of a vampire
Indeed, I have never been anything but, born into this life a demon
Spawned into this life by hate and resentment

I have fed upon everyone I have ever known, everyone I can ever remember
All that was human in those around me, seldom have I not destroyed

I have been merciless, I have been death

 

Tonight, the hunter becomes the hunted and who would have known it
Magnificent a creature, a natural born killer, meeting her bloody demise

What was a heart of stone has now started beating to the sound of human dreams

I can only thirst for one thing, with satisfaction impossible elsewhere

Him, my reaper donned in perfect flesh
A powerful being that has broken me so entirely, I have been forced into mortality
I am a mere shadow of the monster I used to be

 

The tragedy that is seeing life with the hearts eyes, I offer myself to him completely.

I will not move, I will not run and I will not hide

Tear me to pieces like I have torn all I have ever encountered, I yearn for it

Every cell in my body begs for our final dance, the Waltz to my own demise
Now, to look upon you would be worth a thousand deaths, and I invite them all
Find me, take me, end me.
I will rest in the memory of your flawless face for eternity, as hell welcomes me with
open arms.