With the world drifting away
I see myself atween… perhaps have been
Nights sleeping for cycling days
Myself I see… in this world a dream
They floated once for me to believe
Desperately learning if one day I will fly
To fly to reach to ultimately achieve
Without an answer I might seek just why
Yet the more I learn did I stray
For heavier did loads promises to bare
Attempted flights onto the ground I lay
Did my age theft more than I dare?
And I took a leap once more
A regrettable height, another secret kept
Is there enough time for moments to call for?
To simply have tears genuine… wept
With the world drifting away
Myself I saw atween… perhaps to seem
Cycling nights of awakening days
I see myself in a world with dreams
ONLY YOU MAKE IT POSSIBLE FOR ME
Only you make it possible for me:
. . . To question the way of this Life and find my only reply -
Eye-to-eye, hand-in-hand, step-by-step with thee;
. . . And to find rest for a moment to plea -
To tell this impossibly wearying, worrying world why
Only you make it possible for me;
. . . And that Christmas winter’s gifted spree
Is mere abandonment in icy wasteland unless am I
Eye-to-eye, hand-in-hand, step-by-step with thee;
. . . And that after May sunrises of spring-delight I see
Happiness is within reach after a dark night - aye,
Only you make it possible for me;
. . . And that I will not take the path to heaven’s glory
With all its purposeless joy and eternity except it lie
Eye-to-eye, hand-in-hand, step-by-step with thee.
In this world every day I move, feel, and see
But my sole response is simply to sigh -
Only you make it possible for me,
Eye-to-eye, hand-in-hand, step-by-step with thee.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Written for Catie Lindsey's Contest "Villanelle Me"
A youth unbowed by failure's storms
Upon this world still roams,
Hoping to cling to the prospect of uncertain chance,
That dwindles as he continues to grope in trance,
Veiled from him what tomorrow may birth;
The unpredictable turns of this heathen earth.
Vowed to chase the dancing sight of fame
And ignite the long dead flame
That men guard against rekindling,
Yet must needs be lit within an inkling.
And that young man is I so downcast and desolate
That to the world came I rather too late,
When men had among themselves shared all
Leaving the world a bereft hall,
Devoid of fame for the young,
With no single melody unsung.
Yet it shall never stop this ceaseless chase,
Till heaven counts the last of my hectic days.
And I welcome you to the dark world of mine
Lust and desire, love and sexual fire
A place where night is to stand still in time
With an energy so intense, to carry you higher
Where naked bodies entwine and unite
Where love is shared without jealousy in content
Each to each a soul of affection never to hide
Of the other world to be forgotten and condemn
You will learn to love anew in the pureness of dark
To unveil the forbidden corners of one’s inner spirit
To master the angers of love with hatred torn apart
And to forever be within the gifts of wondrous period
Heavier be things lifted lighter in burdens
Lighter be things extinguished into nothingness
And soon will the spell of the enigma be broken
And to be one with the dark in forever darkness
Reality as then, will be viewed with eyes anew
Everything everywhere can be seen with thoughts so clear
Yet… can you be those of chosen few
To love darkness in this world of mine without fear
Her hair is rich and
the crown of my dynasty.
Her eyes are angelic, giving light
to all dark places in my life.
Her lips are like a rose flower,
so beautiful and alluring.
In her face I have I have found the tales of Cinderella manifest itself.
Her head graciously and delicately
placed on her neck.
The connection to her gorgeous body.
Her breast so firm and strong
Beholding it is glorious,
Touching it is heaven.
Who says angels are not dimpled?
Her hands holds her magic.
A touch of her hand
and every strand of hair in me stands straight.
Her thigh is as sweet as honey
Sweeter than honeycomb
With heavenly legs to grace the thigh.
All in all, my fair angel,
you are way out of this world, and yet,
amongst us you have pitched your tent.
An angel you are
yet, you do things like us
then i realize how much a blessing you are to this world and me.
I was shocked when i realized the greatest
When I discovered you weren't meant for the world at large
You were meant just for me!
Well, wouldn't anyone be jealous of this I have found?
...did I hear anyone say I ain't lucky?
God didn't send a warrior bold
With drawn sword and shield
To face the evil of this world
And make old Satan yield.
Instead he sent His newborn Son
Wrapped in His Father's love
To captivate the world of men
With message from above.
Imagine this small innocent
With duty so immense,
Expected to save us all from sin
With love his one defense.
No soldiers did He rally round,
But simple fishermen
Who stayed to bring the world his word
When He went home again.
The message the Apostles spread
Has traveled a long way,
Two Thousand and Nine years to us.
We celebrate his day.
By: Joyce 11/21/09
Slippery, and soaking wet, we cling to one another,
smelling of each other's sex, and cleft for e'er together;
yearning, craving, bodies fused in blessed consecration,
sequestered, and a world away from din and aggravation.
I enter you again, my love, my manhood thrusting deep,
our urgent longings keep us snared, a million miles from sleep;
in our own world of starlight, dreams, and joyful speculations,
of spirits joined for evermore in sweet anticipations!
we fly again, the heavens blaze, our fluids merge and mingle,
slippery, and soaking wet, we drip and slip and tingle!
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