When two lives become one,
hearts combine to create
a flow of feelings so sensuous
it can be felt by all who come
in contact with you.
When two lives become one,
minds unite to create
a design of inner dreams
so profound the foundation
is rock solid.
When two lives become one,
souls intertwine to create
a fire in the spirit so intense
nothing can fan the flame.
When two lives become one,
the universal order of things
are in sync with the teachings
of the Bible and Heaven .
feels like it is only a touch
away.
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Raw, unfiltered anger, it’s all that I know. Constantly
Aggravated by worthless pieces of scum that I struggle
Getting off of my shoes. A nasty glare, a hostile retort,
Everything and anything can, and will, fan the flame.
After the infliction, what happens then? A swelling, a vicious,
Nasty swelling in the throat. A horrible torrent of flames threatens to
Destroy all in its path. Words of pure venom threaten to spew out.
Harrowing to myself and others, I know this to be so. But, like a sore
Affliction or rash, it never truly dissipates. It only subsides, a dormant ember
That flickers in the inky darkness until some ignorant cretin ignites it again.
Red, red, red! Blinding, sizzling-hot red is all I see. Pure and unfiltered
Evil that only cares for spreading vile hatred and destruction. Suddenly, the
Devil is fatigued. It sinks into the abyss, dormant. But not for long.
Silk word play crosses in two and subtle mind games,
both entangle me; whetting my appetite for war.
Served as a weaponized aphrodisiac;
sharp double edge sword hors d'oeuvre.
Lured toward a subtle intoxication;
true motives ceremoniously exposed.
You trace the contours of my every word;
the renegade now juxtaposed.
We traverse to foreign places unaware;
time itself intensifies, yet slows.
Demons spill from lips to fan the flame of desire;
our spirits overflow.
As the oldest child, I got to choose
Before my other sibs.
From where to sit or what to do,
I was awarded dibs.
The fact of being older meant
I had a certain clout
That might have caused resentment
But was always straightened out.
My younger grandchild, though, believes
Her status holds the keys
To open every door she can
Which “youngest” guarantees.
She doesn’t think it’s fair the order
Of her brother’s birth
Allows him any privileges,
But then, for what it’s worth,
If “oldest” has no value,
“Youngest” has to be the same.
Too bad there is no middle child
Around to fan the flame.
When in doubt, write about love
A real good theme to follow
A popular dream known the world over
Yesterday, today and tomorrow
You can never ever really go wrong
Writing about love and passion
We crave the love of another human being
It will never go out of fashion
The words will always just seem to flow
Without ever searching in vain
A natural instinct we forever rely on
Takes so little to fan the flame
All through my life, I've forever been
In love with the passion of love
Some are born with it while others are not
I have never needed a shove
So when in doubt, write about love
It will always have a likability
As well as that you'll expose your heart
To show you're vulnerability
Light in the Darkness
We poor deluded creatures
Know not what we are.
We struggle our whole lives against the grain.
The spark ignites,
But who will fan the flame?
For who can know we breathe the breath of God?
The Grand Designer
Gathered up the clay,
To form us on the day we all began.
Glad Angels watched Him craft our fragile form.
Little understanding how much we'd cost.
He set us in the garden on our feet,
God breathed, eternal and his own.
Yet looked across the eons waiting there,
Life born from death upon a rugged cross.
“You”
So you break
and the life of you
falls through
the cracks in
the floor
you become
invisible to all
just like a ghost
walking through
walls
silently
you watch
and
silently
you learn
and the softness
that ethereal core
apple seed
hidden in the
hardness of you
it wakes
and it grows
slowly a small life
unfurls
it blooms
there is a
strength in you
that you never knew
some small Light
in you remains
Darkness came
to fan the flame,
lit “Love “,
to lead you
back to
You
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
X-x-X
“Extreme Ways”/Moby
https://youtu.be/bMgVjXpoKgQ
“It’s the hard things that break;
soft things don’t break.
It was an epiphany I had today
and I just wonder why
it took me so very, very long to see it.
You can waste so many years of your life
trying to become something hard
in order not to break;
but it’s the soft things that can’t break.
The hard things are the ones
that shatter into a million pieces.”
Dazed and confused and buzzing hard
The aging duo now sorts their cards
They take a rest and search for air
Joe jumps on Nancy and sniffs her hair
A new concoction to fan the flame
Warm Pabst Blue Ribbon will bring Trump fame
He bongs a six pack and swings his sword
I don’t think Nancy can take much more
She digs down deep with a Schlitz big mouth
It’s tangy, refreshing and very stout
Her secret weapon does not faze Trump
He dons a mask and blows some chunks
Here comes one more, to this battle round deuce
It’s Snoop Doggy Dog with his gin and juice.
He just smoked a bowl and ate some beans and cheese
This one’s over folks, with just one sneeze
Scheduled for five but fell a bit short
Snoop Dog cuts cheese with full report.
Surrender me by way through the barren leaves
beneath the sod my breath doth trod
tempers of fire
Surrender me
stand ovation to its plain creation
tempered with fire blown up in its fullest of desire
bury me deep
the deaf will hear the blind shall see
Surrender me below this earthly plain
a hero may go insane
fan the flame
in this computerized age hysteria
I'm one in want to succeed
gradually below the breeze
a comic mind with a temptress lead
commonly
I felt a funeral in my brain
let me be the first to explain
tiny robotic men were dancing in my dream
as if some evil fiend
connect me to wisdom beyond all ages
salute the flag of honesty
as he sits in his ivory tower
let us pretend to build the sorrow
tomorrow the sun shall rise to meet each day
Surrender me though fondly deep inside of me
Surprise the lonely
all others are as busy as a bee
The glass of wine drinks a murmur of light,
dusts tablecloth with a reflected blush,
a glow of cerise on a linen face.
Garnet slowly seeps from the crisp white face
as you sip wine brushed with a swirl of light.
Across your cheeks unfurls a furtive blush.
Your lush lashes fan the flame of your blush,
pull a veil vermillion over your face,
touch your neckline with a faint rouge of light,
and hushed light swoons from the blush on your face.
I burn within the fires
of a secret heart desires
to love and lust with all it inspires.
There is an ember glow,
deep inside my soul
when dreams are in the flow.
A magma river that streamed
sliding in and out my dreams
where you held my heart in loving screams.
Fan the flame, let the oxygen breathe
and in your arms I can be the thief
where I alone am shaft and you the sheaf.
Let the fire consume you and me
never set me free
while I'm lost in the embrace of destiny.
I yearn
in the obsessive turns
within my heart that burns
I'm on fire.
The deal is done you’ve sold your soul,
hurled yourself into a pit of coal,
whirling like a dervish you fan the flame,
each time he invokes his unholy game.
In a ball gown made of funeral palls,
you dance with the devil each time he calls.
Entranced by his rhythmic violin,
you live a life of perfect sin.
You lie and cheat, your wish is his pleasure,
have everything you want, wine, women and treasure.
You believe it’s right even though it’s wrong
now Satan’s the singer and you’re the song.
But soon the glitter will turn to dust,
the gold and silver he promised will turn to rust.
As you twist and writhe he’ll revel as you burn,
for this is a lesson you’ll never learn.
To the devils tune you dance so well
yet you wonder why you’re still in hell.
The lawyer`s reward
A big tragedy happened churches were full of
kneeling people to make them humble in God`s eyes
they pray all day sincerely but nevertheless show
show observance for the plane that fell.
Prayers turn to anger compensation in the air no fuel
in the plane, we deserve money for our loss
the Lord is replaced by the aroma of moral reward to
overcome loss, lawyers, and vultures of death, step in
what could have been fixed in weeks takes years they
Fan the flame of injustice. Finally, a deal is struck,
but when the lawyers get them the fee there is less than
the mourners expected the buzzards had won a victory
the dearly departed have become something written in
a document to sign and money paid and the ambulance
chasers can seek out another target of an accident
Depart From Me !
We all search in silence amidst the resistance and violence
Blood shed in our streets with heads today so far out of reach
One day we shall stand before the one in which we have to do
Neigbors in search of blood having bitten off more then they chew
The silence in the beckoning plow shutters out of desperation
A lone voice shall stand among the mass population
Class has ended so the time for being taught has ended
All of our sins will be laid at his feet without a chance to repeat
Those dreadful words no one wants to hear
I shed a tear to help numb the inner silence of the pain
Lest I refrain another far fetched memory to fan the flame
Depart from me I never knew you would be cruel
Still many will not enter into the eternal rest of renewal
Many will come from the east to west then sit with Abraham, Isaac & Jacob.
Those will be tossed into the eternal oven what a disgrace
We must choose within our hearts whom we shall serve now
There is no use in looking back when your hand is on the plow
Nature beckons to join up with God's children up above
Created on the wings of a white dove out of the hands of love
Love You Facebook
Just suppose they never had facebook well we would all explode like a balloon
The memories & moments that we post for a loving family & friends
Having so much fun with the hope that it would not end
Where else can you go to share your pictures & posts
Those timeless smiles so we learn all the great while
Out of sadness we could share our mere madness
Those snap shot moments of yesterday's past
The founder Mark Zuckerberg really had a plan
Let's fan the flame on our lavish vacation too extreme
Those trips you made to the mall having your 80's hairstyle 10 feet tall
We can interact with friends by sharing our many pictures & posts
Now will have to cope while I have to fight with the soap on the rope
They even give you a unique timeline to share what you've been up to
Who knew this gravitational pull may bring some down
Yet you will never to be found wearing your head down in a frown
You can see what everyone is eating on their site
Savor these moments with family & friends having so much fun with the hope it wouldn't end !
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