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My True Love

  I Love Him.

I will dream of him
lighting up my darkness,
covering me with his perfume
go crazy with love, 
and make our life sufficient
gentle and persevering.

It is time to look outside
and feel fearless,
face what I fear the most,
and when the fog's lights will
move in through my window,
its time for me to move on,
to make choices that I can
live with.

I am the reason why my shadows
are awake, I must find a new way
not to look backwards.
I am only human, I need to recover
from going to one extreme
 to the other.

I will look like a fierce 
passionate woman;
away, away I'll fly towards him,
hold him so tight,
together, we hear each other's groan, 
watch our lustrous eyes
 until dawn.
Allow our secret impulses,
urge our desire to land 
in each other's trembling
 arms.

I'll tell him, "Listen to me. This night 
will be different." 
With the sigh of our breathing
echoing melodies will be sweet,
but those unheard will be sweeter.
Love me, the very word will sound
like a bell tolling me back towards you, 
you, my sole lover.

How I wish to feel the infinite love 
while settling together in my garden,
watch his divine face as an illusion
beneath that joyous veil.
Forbid the roses to miss the spring 
as their harmonious values,
lives in our souls.

Forbid our garden not to agonize
without the light of love, 
prevent the branches on the 
trees from suffocating,
without the light of love.
Prevent our clouds from separating
before taking with them, 
our light of love.
We will take the stand
to forbid the darkness,
and proclaim the 
light of love.

That's where the key is, 
if the light of love opens 
a door to our tranquility,
feeling safe, our love will 
become our strength.
Still together for,
forty five years. 

Written By
Therese Bacha
August 18 2014


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Well I Declare

                                  ~ Husband & Wife~
 I just found out how addictive I will become when you will embrace my                             
             irresistible body to conquer my appetite and yearn to engulf my                             
harmonious body into your arms while sleeping next to me in bed. Love Me.
                      Welcome me spontaneously to lay me down        
             yearn for my seductive body undress me affectionally propose
                    to love and carry me away as your newly wedded wife.
                                      
        Embrace me tonight,hold my face to freshen my lips,desire my                  
charm into your arms,steal away my youth sincerely,I love you when
    you cuddle me softly to caress me eternally while allowing your silhouette        
closer to mine for us in unison reach out towards our continuos non stop     
breathing till this endless night comes to the end of our honeymoon with a
                                       Huge Surprise
                I just found out my darling I am already pregnant. 
            Isn't It beautiful for you to become Husband & Father the same night. 
                                         Oh Yes! Yes! 
                                      Am I the Father My Darling.
                                       No My Darling, My Ex Husband.                   
                                           
                                               Therese Bacha
                                              7 September 2014



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Enjoying Love So Undeserving

What sustains Life like water? What is as fresh and welcoming like the countryside? And as sweet as a newly made confectionery baked with honey? I just found one well placed in all corners of your heart. A feeling encompassing the goodness of life. Is it the blissful visitation to the tenants of the deep blue sea? Or a radiant rainbow floating in the moist skies? Is it red roses, milk Sunflowers and other colorful plants in pink, green and yellow? Or the site of a happy set of little quintuplet siblings? Is it the baby chicks peeping out from their nest to spy on the first morning rising sun? They all are no where near the unbelievable goodness of your love. Sweetheart! You are a majestic glamor full of gracious providence. Not even the magneting beauty of the Queen Cleopatra can be compared to the pillars of your virtues which prove to overcome time's curfew eclipsing my heart totally as I soak in the foam of your passions. A natural habitat have I found in the gardens of your affection and a new existence from the deep baptism of your unequaled care. I never believed a star could be as near but here I am; with a being who outshines a galaxy. My soul has lost records of its bountiful happiness from this train of love with the wish its rails are never ending and its journey, everlasting.


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I Knew That You Were Waitting

I knew that you were waiting                                                                                                        Somewhere between the last war                                                                                               And the next kiss                                                                                                                               And that you where dreaming of sweet angels and vampires                                                         Because they have always known                                                                                                     In spite of John Cameron Swayze and timex                                                                                        Or the mechanical of Mickey Mouse                                                                                                           That the nights are always longer                                                                                                    I knew that you were waiting                                                                                                                  For the summer to turn to silk again                                                                                              And carry you away before the next big flood arrived                                                                        Before the thunder and after the lightning                                                                                             Before the smoke and after the fire                                                                                                Before the dance and after the song                                                                                                Before the hope and after the the prayer                                                                                       I knew that you where waiting                                                                                                          Like an eagle's wing and a child's song                                                                                               I was waiting too


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For you, My Love

“For you, My Love”

I watch you sleep
Dark limbs entwined in sheets
The strength you show even while asleep
Makes my heart skip a beat
You are the one I’ve come to love
The one who exhausts me in fiery passion
The one who knows how to make me purr

Bless the day we met
At the carnival two years prior
Avoiding the crowd 
I walked right into your arms
Spilling my chocolate milkshake 
Over the front of your white coat
As I looked up into your hazel eyes
Saw the sadness replaced with light
Time stood still
You said something 
But I could only hear the sound
Of your heart beating 
Getting hold of my senses 
I jumped back fumbling in my purse for tissues
With a “your coat is soiled, sir”
You replied velvet voice “you owe me for damages, miss”
My mouth still hanging open 
We exchanged business cards

Anyway, long story short
We found each other
Love found us
Our exchange of rings at the altar
Promise of a lifetime of love and understanding
Holding each other in the palm of our hands
Kissing me awake with your loving touch
It thrills me thinking about it
You are my shelter
My home


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As the Castle Fell

For every step I take toward the sun,
the spark that lit the fire inside me dwindles.
History slated on unforgiving stone erodes;
A weakly chiseled dream.
But I will remember it all,
and tongues shall breed these words
and hold them with intent.
Oh, how we have fallen!
Mighty and meek alike.
We were once just, and strong.
But greatness has cast down it's
poisoned banquet and corrupted hearts
that once bled for glory.
It is with a bitter tongue I speak these words!
Remember the reason we set foot outside
of our city gates.
Remember the certainty in your hearts;
that we men would give people hope!
Hope for life without malice.
Hope for a life of freedom!
A chance for prosperity!
                   ...but what prosperity have we given?
Short of the bountiful throng of arrows that have captured
the eyes of this land and left it's people in fear?
Does a just King rule with the might of fear?!
Or does a King rule with compassion?
I ask you men,
you loyal few.
What would you have me do?
Would you have me slaughter this woman;
this beautiful princess of her people and take her
home as a prize for conquest merely because her
husband was the one that stood in the way?
Is her beauty the cost of her life?
She has wronged not one of us,
and yet you Brakkdus scoff at the thought of
her surviving her King. Why?
Here I thought men of honor followed me,
I thought men of courage swung my blades!
And, yet you fear this woman who could no
sooner do you harm than your own from the
bed that you left her in!
No, Princess Xavia shall survive her King
and remain here with her people.
I refuse to conquer the land of a tyrant,
only to settle for it's fallen ruler's morality!
If that does not befit you, then surely I am not your King.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved
 
 
Princess Xavia's Response
 
 
I stand with humility before such valor
My people have borne
the burden of swords and arrows,
they are silent with fear and trembling before you
Which would be yours
to burden them with once again
yet you offer them freedom
and me my life...when you could shame not only me
but those who are entrusted to me
I would prefer to fall upon the blades of your men
than to become flesh passed amongst them
the destiny of a woman
who has became the chattel of a lost victory
My blood be shed before such shame
be cast upon me
Yet you.... you have offered me back my Kingdom
and restored my name
 
Gallant your soul in the shadow of such a night
beneath the dark stars
where only the flames of a burnt, ashen city
provide any warmth for my grieving people
You have offered them hope
through a frail vessel such as myself,
such honor is seldom written upon the hearts of men
in days such as these
Your compassion is a light in this darkness
these times inscribed with blood
such is this age,
when the voice of stones speak more gently
than the hearts of men
 
Dark are these days and black is the moon
of these nights,
in these lost reveries we journey through
dreams that have become nightmares
Yet strength has arisen in one man,
a leader who throws light back
at the fallen stars
granting the nights a moment of solace
for your honor has returned hope
a light stronger than blaze of the midday sun
 
And as I take back my broken people
we shall take refuge in your kindness and in that light of lights
shall we rebuild this Kingdom,
our sanguine ties shall bind us
and we will rise.
 
 
I gratefully accept my life
returned to me through your kind hands
And secretly, within a whisper
it is my prayer
that when I look upon your countenance
and the time comes
that I shall gaze into your eyes again
it shall be as the queen you have restored
to her throne and to her people
and who keeps quietly within the space between her heartbeats
gratitude...
and the hope that she will share her throne
beside yous
should you find her efforts and her heart
worthy.
 
 
 
(c)  Katherine Wyatt 2013


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Mary Beth

Mary Beth You remind me of the sun, soft and warm. Not yet touched by the hands of December days. Maybe October's fingers have fondled you skin, but not enough to leave scars of chilling days. I Love the sun as I Love you, winters frighten me away, they're so cold and bitter. Please, avoid December days, and I'll bring on August months. I believe in you.


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A bed of Ashes

I found myself needing something more than a tender curve of dimly lit flesh.
I needed a woman's fire that could stoke my soul into a living rage.
I needed a courageous lioness to teethe my muse and let the pain
in my brain bleed unto the Earthy canvas before me.
The salt of my skin wept unto her, and she made it steam.
She was a cleansing fury that damned the man I once was.
She tore me apart so that I could become something new.
Sometimes there is beauty in destruction,
sometimes forgiveness is born out of pain.
She let it rain inside of me when she left,
and I found myself in a bed of ashes.
A new man.
 
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


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Patiently Waiting For The Right Answer

A friend to her, for decades from the innocence of children to the adventures of teenagers and even the stupidity of best friends all well shared and enjoyed to a point the gods ask why the wait and beg for the next level. He sees all the possibilities to make her the care-taker of his heart. Thinking he's the only one with eyes open he made his confession attached with an honest recommendation to his amazement she looked at him and said "you are so nice, but like a brother to me'. Switching to the next damsel who's no where near cold but soft, tender, meek and charming. He allows her control the pace and lets her gentleness maintain the tempo. Feeds her with poems and makes her drunk with happiness with hopes going higher, reaching the moon she looked at him and said "sorry! I am not yet ready". He jumped into the next wagon having an available space for a beauty and meets a potential 'second half' pretty, quiet and an introvert. Worships her right from day one letting lose the net of affection, half in magnitude of his efforts will strike the tenderness of a millepede but it got her scared as she looked at him and said "I just had a heart break; I'm so sorry" Watering a fresh new flower growing in a familiar garden just close by, makes him grow in creativity as he engage in constant words exchange and creating wonderful serenity around her. Huge investments and time well spent coupled with passionate research in equipping his machinery of jokes and laughter sums up his passion and carefulness in his latest trial which seems worthy of the medal. Constant updates on his outlook and becoming the number one specimen for fashion were not enough as she looked at him and said "You still have no swag" So many disappointments made him stronger, wiser and smarter not even a forest of wild beast will make him turn his back to the beauty and escapades of life. The moment he tried to pause, the period he wanted to take a nap; the Queen bee passed by. A simple hi and a conversation led to series of memorable meetings, having in mind, the worst is a "no" and her welcoming countenance, a proof to nothing yet, he asked with no expectation in mind then she looked at him and said "Yes! Sweet heart. I want to be your girl"


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Lost in Your Eyes

I feel myself being pulled out of my body 
into wondrously beautiful orbs, 
so deep and mysterious but yet so full of emotion and life. 

As I enter I am immediately infused 
with the most profound feeling of love and kindness 
that my only thought is that 
I have passed into the very place imagined by many to be heaven. 

An immeasurable power of comfort and compassion swirls around me 
as if it were a mist made up of tiny soft flowers, 
beautiful and vibrant, smelling like a meadow in the springtime 
when everything that is new begins to bloom. 

The sky is colored a soft and calming blue 
that gives a promise of a lifetime of warm summer days. 
I wander through this place aimlessly but unafraid that I am lost, 
and then I see a form in the distance, 
a vision so beautiful that my eyes struggle to focus 
and my mind is barely able to comprehend. 

As I look upon this angelic presence I am suddenly aware it is you, 
your face softly gleaming with the radiance of life and love itself, 
sending it throughout this place like the sun lights the earth. 

Your hair, streaming upward 
and giving the very sky its color and promise of everlasting summer days, 
your arms feeding the mists of comfort and compassion 
that swirls and drifts through every part of this wondrous place 
and blankets it with your tenderness. 

At this moment I realize where I am, 
I am in a place I never want to return from, 
I am lost in your eyes......


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True Love

When you put your hand in mine

It feels as through we stopped time

When I look into your eyes

I know where your heart lies

Even when you say my name

That alone means everything

The gentle touch of your lips

Takes my breath away as through it was our first kiss

When you got down on your knee

I thought my heart might flee

As you said those words to me

My heart felt as if it was meant to be.....


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The Mind's Labyrinth

 The Human Mind is a treacherous labyrinth, and it is only through the sinister pathways of these dark tunnels that are hidden insidious agendas can be found.  
Love is Madness.
Lust is Envy.
Romance is Jealously.
When our hearts beat green, our hands drip red with blood.


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I Hope You Know I'll Always Love You

I am what you call a hopeless 
romantic,
But im also a lost lovers cause, my 
heart belongs to another
Yet in my head a love triangle starts 
to form, the girl I love doesn’t love 
me
She holds the heart to another and 
mine caged to the floor,
She isn’t afraid to fight for what she 
wants, not even when it comes to 
leaving another man torn
Trust me she’s happy, as that boy 
holds her heart ever so close
Seeing what I shouldn’t I smile as I 
wear my blind fold,
Blind to everything around, lifeless 
staring into air
My train of thought running so fast, 
the second I stop you’ll hear a crash
Derailing my hope, for ever finding a 
love so pure & rare
Wishing I could hold the hand of the 
lover who stole my flame,
Wish I could change the last days in 
which we parted ways,
Realizing now that we can never be 
the same
Finally saying it out loud as tears run 
down my face
You stole my happiness, as I walked 
away that day
But it’s because as of what you said 
I guessed I changed,
Now every relationship has just be 
the same,
No one can seem to bring back that 
flame,
Because a love likes ours comes 
once in a lifetime
Well at least it does to me,
But I mean you’re happy with who 
your with 
I mean I only wrote this as I heard 
exchanging “I love you” flow from 
each of your lips.


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Sweet Seduction

Smouldering flower blooming
Untouched in life’s garden
Valleys of divine bliss
Pleasure in smouldering innocence
None has treaded
So many emotions unspoken
So many things unsaid”

Hills to explore and mould to hand
You reap what you sow
Fruit of crops 
Mystery of woven creeks reward

Smouldering bliss of the unknown
Not your own
Sultry air burnish hair
Another’s to behold
Swaying hips watching in dusk
Heart still thumping
Pumping blood through veins
For this smouldering innocence
Silhouettes closing in

Looking deep into your eyes
Drowning in the realm of your soul
Lips inviting sensual language of love
Overcome by a gentle rain of calm
As you touched hand to your heart
Your aura washing over 
Flooding my soul
No mountain to high
No valley to deep
Fires burning deep inside
Opposite entities creating heat wave 
you gave me a taste worth the wait 
locked in this fiery embrace
noting in between
hearts entwined in this fiery embrace
river banks swelling with sensual sensation 
the language of eternal love 
Hills to explore and mould to hand
You reap what you sow
Fruit of crops 
Mystery of woven creeks reward


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Romantic Feelings

Thus thou be kind to let me be
This heart explodes if not said to thee
Words spoken as true as love
By Jove! Ye art sent from up above

Those sweet smiles that make thy world go round and round
Just one night thine heart was not found
Because la belle dame named
Just took it on her arm

Oh I think I have gone mad
To pursue that love I never had
‘Cause I know we art two worlds away
How I wish I could longer stay

Though it may this heart ever throb
But I admit there is a locked doorknob
I can’t enter, stay outside
At that very moment I could have died

I will dream tonight f that very key
And dwell in the world of hyperreality
So that I can subtly see
The thoughts of being together; you and me


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BECAUSE OF ONLY ONE

I find my mind always begins to daydream
Every moment when you come so near
So much that even as  I close my eyes
I  can see your smile in my mind so clear

And all of my thoughts become like a  mirror
As your awesome beauty they capture and hold
While imprinted so deep on the walls of my heart
Is the single image which each day lights my soul

My mind and heart now own all of my emotions
As each new day my feelings begain to rise again
In this beautiful game as old as the earth itself
The one of love shared between men and women

And I find myself again starting to daydream
That wonderful moment when you come so near
In vain I try to arrest my deep feelings for you
As the reason for my falling becomes so clear

And deep within my spirit begins to shine so brightly
Much more radiant than a thousand burning suns
As I  quietly give in knowing I must always remember
The happiness I now feel comes because of only one

Wendell A. Brown,
April 30, 1977,


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At A Lost For Words

A word was softly  spoken
Causing beautiful inner
Feelings to seed and grow

As they began traveling
To waiting ears hoping,
That a special heart might
Come to know.

The  glorious intent of the
Message he sent,  hoping it
Would open her mind so
She would see…

What he was desperately
Trying to say to her heart,
Because for her love he
Had a desperate need.

He had spent the night before
In quiet dreams, trying to
Think of the right words which
Would  turn her smile his way…

And the next morning his efforts
Were rewarded, as his words
Came together bearing fruitful
Seed this day.

When her heart heard his
Delightful message of  deep
Longing,  her spirit was now
Moved to really believe...

That there was now a true hope
For love to begin,  in a place where
She thought it would never
Possibly  be.

And she told him also of secret
Feelings she had, for her
Hidden dreams were always
Of loving him.

And she gave his heart the
Thrill of a lifetime, saying
Because of his sincere love
She was also ready to begin

A lifetime of love together.


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Dying young

My childhood friend, 
I can never forget.

A law of attraction,
Harmonious notions.

A mesmerising magnetic charm,
Aspiration in hearts.

Perpetual yearnings,
Enamoured in passion.

Holy grail of romantic relationship.

Met an accident,departed,
Trauma for me,beyond a cure.

I was shocked, life an end,
Life a beautiful lie,Death an arduous truth.

Conforming to the reality,
That love doesn't hurt, it alleviates suffering.

It's up to us to call on this immense,
Conciliating power!!


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My Heart

                                                             My Heart
                                        My heart skipped a beat when you said,
                                        That your love for me is truly dead,
                                        And those nights as we cuddled in love
                                        Now I knownthey were salsly of.

                                        Why break my heart apart,
                                         Using it with those hatefull darts.
                                         Now, my heart gave you all its passion
                                         Still you use it like some fancy fashion.

                                         All those memories of our joy,
                                         Now, seems like I was your little toy.
                                         "Wow," My heart hurts from your hate,
                                         But at lease I've learned loves angry fate


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Fire and Merlot

I remember the honeyed words,
and the
               ...anticipation
 of the touch that rendered time irrelevant.
I hear laughter in the next room;
astounded at the drunk and the blind.
it’s all so fleeting; we turn to dust in a heartbeat
                                                    ...fading
I speak in logic and move inside of thunder.
 as my skin is peeled away,
as shadowed eyes follow me,
and I feel fingers reaching from the grave,
 the familiarity of your nails scratching
down my back and ancient melodies we shared
that reflect our persistent missteps;
 the ones that buried me alive.
 
I remember the creaky floors that
carried you to our bed,
The crimson sheets where we danced;
We found harmony in this place
As the world stoked it’s flame around us.
 
I can still hear the echoes,
Distant and smoldering.
 
“My love was born in your eyes,
                   Don’t you ever look away.”
 
Your face hides in the mirror,
Lost inside my own empty stare.
 
You promised me forever.
But beneath this broken glass,
I can hear it all shatter.
 
 
Can you remember how you asked me
 if we could turn back time?
The ash that we laid to waste
 between your chains
and my misgivings set ablaze
in our lovemaking
Now time is timeless for you
 and I feel you, erotic in your ghosting touches
I still claw to hold on to this life
You're essence caresses and taunts me
your touch is warm, from the other side
 ...of this veil
Our hands release from their dance,
as your dead, coarse skin withers and dries
...no hope for a final embrace
 
But I can still taste your merlot stained lips;
The way they brushed against mine.
I can still feel your pulse rushing to meet
My own.
 
Your voice, and it’s promises.
 
“This world can burn us down,
                          But our ashes will be spread together.”
 
 
 
-Katherine Wyatt and James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


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Together We Stand

In this romantic canvas of love
we are standing side by side
gazing into the skyline of heaven

So softly reminiscing over the 
beautiful memories we have 
cultivated over the years

Our eyes are connected with nature's
inspirational trees of life
admiring the leaves of gentleness,
kindness and the roots of true belief

Together we stand; as the abstract of 
God's sunlight beam immensely upon
our radiant and silky caramel color skin

So, gracefully articulating the portrait
of elegance


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The Sunset

Between these cotton sheets we lay 
The smell of washing powder lingers 
The sun is setting across the woods 
Dimmed rays glowing in from the windows, 
Make your eyes sparkle like turquoise 
Nonetheless, yours are priceless
Having witnessed you to all times of the day
This is when you’re at your best  
The fraction between night and day 
Where mere shadows
Become looming darkness
Blue skies become a blanket of stars
Where your kisses seem longer
On me, you feel heavier
And your touch seems softer 
When the sun is setting 
My daydream of you ends 
And the reality begins 
The night time cravings start 
Of your lips on mine and
Your fingertips begin tantalising
Before sunrise, I’m already fantasising 
Of the Sunset 
 
 









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I Stole a Kiss

I guess you didn’t know
That I had a lip fetish
Watched your lips move as you speak
The sudden impulse to steal a kiss
Dust in the eye
Perfect opportunity
As you came closer to blow 
I turned my head and our lips met
I stole a kiss
So very shy I ran like the wind
With you chasing
I tripped and fell
Like a damsel in distress
When I looked up
You were on your knees beside me
Looking deep into each other’s eyes
Again I stole a kiss
So I thought
Found myself in your arms
Forever to stay
All your kisses to be mine




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A Priceless Love

You speak soft words saying you love me
I tell you with me it is also true
That there will never be another in life
I will ever love as much as I do you

You speak softly saying your heart desires me
And my heart gently proclaims it's also true
Telling you there is no greater desire in me
Than the one which lives in my heart for you

You tell me that you will always need me
I agree saying the feeling is mutually true
That when it comes to really needing someone
The one I desperately need in my life is you

You speak to me of your hearts special treasure
And the precious value it daily brings to you
I tell you my life is made truly prosperous
By your priceless love I never want to lose.


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ELINA

ELINA'S LOVE IS NEVER ABSENT, IT'S ALWAYS PRESENT, ELINA'S LOVE SAID I HAVE TO GO, I SHOULD KNOW, ELINA'S LOVE CAN NEVER BE BEAT, I SHOULD KNOW IM MASSAGING HER FEET, ELINA'S LOVE IS NEVER LACKING, HER LOVE SAID LET'S START PACKING, ELINA'S LOVE HAS NO FEAR, I SHOULD KNOW CAUSE SHE'S HERE , ELINA'S LOVE WONT SETTLE FOR LESS ,ELINA'S LOVE WANTS THE VERY BEST, I SHOULD KNOW ELINA'S LOVE TAKES HER EVERYWHERE SHE GOES, I SHOULD KNOW ELINA'S LOVE DOSEN'T HAVE TO FIGHT , ELINA'S LOVE MAKES EVERYTHING ALRIGHT, I JUST LOVE ELINA, ELINA, ELINA'S IN LOVE WITH STEVEN, AND THAT MAKES US EVEN, IM IN LOVE WITH ELINA, ELINA  ELINA , STEVEN'S IN LOVE WITH ELINA    02/18/2013


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My name is Perfection

I wore "cold" like a too sheer dress that never fit quite right.
And I held tattered unsent love letters like a shield over my chest.
And every time I shivered and my bones cracked, I swore. It's for the best.

But you stared just a little too deep and a little too long and you noticed
Just a little too easily the way all that ice on my heart reflected your silhouette
In crystal prism just a little too beautifully even before we met.

Your fingers leapt. forward. fearfully. and when they grazed my skin
I saw the shock of it sizzle your eyelashes. and you grasped so tight.
Then with out reservation We completely conquered Us. 
Breaking down while tearing up.
You kissed my cerulean lips till they blushed. My soul begged you to say my name.
And you called me "Perfection".

The resulting rush. The crush. of gravity into the singularity forming in my chest
And making my eyes sing. This is what it is to LIVE poetically. And not just write it.
This is the sum of Day-mares and Night-dreams that drowned me too many times
Till I tired of choking on lonely while calling it "apathy".

This is what all these people fear and lust and beg for like addicts and whores
Conjugated like fragmented sentences running on forever and tripping on critics.
Let's waltz badly to the sound of familiar hearts screaming in hoarse voices,
Pleading for this kind of Serenity.


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Love

Love is truthful

Love is kind

Love is honest at the best of times

Love is peaceful

Love is right

Love gives you meaning to go towards the light

Love is courage

Love is strength

Love keeps you warm threw the night

Love keeps you alive when you can't fight

Love is breathe

Love is life

Love makes you want to fly

Love keeps you in it's arms at night so you don't have to hold your pillow tight

Love is arms 

Love is heart

Love is the touch you know is right

Love is special

Love is divine

Come let me hold you in these arms of mine......


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Last Embrace

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Last Embrace
Arabic Poem by: Mohanna Al-Khikani *
Translated by:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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I only want
A hat
To hide my memory,
A shirt coming out of the night with ample
"Kisses"
Saturated with the fragrant smell of makeup.
A new step has not yet come out
I enshroud my bewilderment with a last embrace 
And get ready to die, leaving behind
All this nonsense! 
..............
Translated by: Em. Prof. Inaam Al-Hashimi
 USA / September 2013
 * Muhannad Al-Khikani is an Iraqi poet


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The Deepening

Take deep breaths and inhale love reborn.
Times ago in a place a meadowlark could not sing.
Recreate the romance and mend up all that was torn.
Within a unbreakable fortress a Queen reunites with her King.
Those dreams of falling towers are left far behind.
A refreshed phase of adoration carried on a crane type wing.
Though shaken but not broken are the toughened coils that bind.
The air bubbles of lives connected in a slow motion breeze.
Creatures from the deep emerge, an enamored heart restored.
In the eye intimacy with dangled fibers aimed to please.
A real life tale of the sorceress and the lord.
Dynamic forces beating odds and hailing pride.
The souls of them truly are willed to remain.
On a stallion of passion through enticing nights they ride.
Celebrate, celebrate a union made by amore' and pain.


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My Thoughts Of Love

Each day my love I think of you
And so happy am I made to be
For so joyful has my world become
With the warm love you bring to me

And there is no better way my love
to start the beginning of each new day
Than imprinting your smile upon my heart
to help gently guide me on my way

For what is love to me my dearest
Does only come beautifully from you
For you are the dream I once dreamed alone
Yes that within my heart finally came true

And each day that passes I find my love
There will never be no better way
To brighten my world each new day
Than letting thoughts of you to stay

For each day my love that passes by
I spend my time thinking of only you
And I find my thoughts are so alive
With the love of one who loves me true.


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The Love I've Waited For

Bless me with your
presence, with the 
tenderness of your
love...

Bless me with your
radiant joy, for you
are all I do think
of...

Bless me with the 
happiness which only 
you alone can bring...

Bless me with the
peaceful bliss which
causes my heart to
sing...

And in the morning
as I rise, the
prayer I will pray
to you...

Will tell you Lord
how deep my love is 
and how it will always
remain so true.
 


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From My Heart

Sit down for a moment with me dearest
Listening closely to what my lips say
You have never heard these words before
Dropping freely from my mouth today

Often you have heard me lovingly speak
Of your beauty which I daily praise
Yet I do not see you only with my eyes
I see you deeply where love truly stays

A tranquil place where it nourishes actively
The genuine longings which each day start
A place in life where no other will enter
For only you have true ownership of my heart

So realize that it is not the only way 
When I see your loveliness with my eyes
For there will always be a more tender way
When I embrace you from my heart inside.


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Dinner On The Lake


She's a young mother of two
dated knuckle heads, immature.
Two kids in tow from deadbeat dads
saggers using kids as pawns for sex. 

Be a man, be a man, be a man,
Drop that attitude not your pants.
Raise your daughters and your sons
not your brows at honey buns. 

Moonlight dinner at the lake
they courted wee hours in the night.
the crescent moon their candle light
maybe she found a suitable mate. 

He's a man, he's a man, he's a man
no attitude or sagging pant.
raised his daughter and his sons
not his brows at honey buns. 

Driving a white Mercedes Benz
he couldn't stop his obvious stare
her dark shining beauty, checking out his ride.
She said "pull over to the side"
can I have your number, if you dare? 

Dinner and a movie, a third date
a short, red, sexy dress, she waited
high heel boots, leopard print
A cute couple, away they went. 

Before the date could even begin
interrogated by her parents.
well mannered, mature, well dress
he's got it all together.
no non sense,10 years her senior. 

He's a man, he's a man, he's a man
no attitude or sagging pant.
raised his daughters and his sons
not his brows at honey buns.


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Axis Mundi

This axis mundi,  rotates,    
   within and outside the veils
I remember walking with you  
 and how we manifested anything we agreed upon
leaving us both slackjawed and yet     
                            not completely surprised...
you called me “My Heart”...because yours,
you said...  could no longer feel...
So I felt for both of us   
 
I met you on the other side of the veils    
 where we were once enjoined....  that is a crisp trip      
    to release..  ... a burning ache
You were thunder and I, feral...
but we are imprisoned   
 in time.......  and this is not our time
...yet I feel you always      
within the veil....
because there
  we are two hearts sharing one soul...
 
I remember speaking with your tongue,
Hearing your whisper within an echo
Of a voice that could shatter the sky
Of any other world;
The beauty of our resonance
Created stars as the ancients
Broke apart.
And their light swam into eyes
That told our story.
Over, and over again;
They channeled the percussion
Of a singular, and yet harmonic
Carapace.
While we danced behind the veil.
 
It was lifetimes,
one incarnation after another
before I found you..
the other half of Us... entwined   
 inextricably as One...
We are  heart cells in the depth of the Creator..
 
In the corridors of time
flesh is the individuation   
that has separated us.
 
Hard to believe
     we chose this...  
   and all we have forgotten..
yet I remember always..
that I am the design  upon the fingerprint
   that is our essence
and you are the flesh and bone of Us
 
 This separateness is the ache,
I can only find solace within you
 
  and so I accept the emptiness of your absence  
  only assuaged in the knowing
that this hunger will be quenched
on the other side of the veils...    
where there is no division
 
  On this side, within time and space...we walk alone..,
 
“But with the power of epoch’s eclipse,
This flesh will rot, and the boundaries
Between us will break apart;
      The stars in our eyes will meet again.”
 
       “Our song, will be forever sung.”
 
-Katherine Wyatt and James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


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Miyuki

If you are a German or Japanese speaker, please also correct my translations

Your mind is beautiful
Your soul draws me in
With its delicate calm
And I have niether the strength 
Nor the will to escape
I want to die in there
That I may know heaven
 
Dein Geist is schön
Deine Seele zieht mich hinein
Mit ihrer zarten Friedlichkeit
Woraus der zu flüchten
Habe ich weder die Wille noch die Kraft
Darin will ich sterben
Damit ich Himmel kennen darf
 
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Attachment

My hearts attachment to you my darling 
Has deep roots that no eyes might see
Unless they could feel the love I know
Which daily mystifies my hearts dreams

And what is shown in spirited emotions
That race fervently from within my heart
Are only here to show my love's tenacity
While daily bringing a blazing fire to start

So fascinated am I with these deep feelings
Which I passionately hope will never end
For the stimulation which they provide my soul
Always keeps  my mind thinking of heaven

And the lofty state of my minds thinking
I find is only made to come about you see
Because of your enchanting beautiful love
Whose sweet embrace will never let me be.


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Foryou

Icarus. Flying too close to the sun.
You and I
Beneath the snow of  ash you grab my hand,
We kiss. Lips taste of mist.
In the embrace
Our hair blankets gray, reeking of gasoline.

A naïve flame, a spark 
It cannot touch us
We choose when, to calm the waters
When to ignite the flames, when to,
Put it to rest in favor of the waves

Pulling us down into the white, the maelstrom,
They still.
And our lips scald the others.