Dreams
Are a powerful thing to have
there there to give you
strength.
And if used wrong they grant
fear.
But if interpreted into good
their best understood as a
playin tool.
Things could go wrong or
haywire.
But if carefully evaluated better
played.
Dreams
Are a game-board.
You roll the dice.
And wish for the que.
Move the piece and pay the
price.
If all's done the games won.
Dreams
Are like a dance floor .
You get in the moment and
believe its real.
You let your guard down and
relax.
The bell is sound and it's over
reality sets in.
Dreams
Are whatever you make them
to be.
So what are dreams really .
There imaginations that you
have, There a safe haven,
A place to relax.
You wonder why I talk about
dreams .
They make you dazzle or
wonder about what it could be.
Well to me they are just simply
pictures of a movie being
played.
That is why I will simply say.
Dreams
Are powerful,a game-board,and
a dance floor
There all unique.
three couples side by side gracefully moving in a dance
are pairs true lovers or professional artists of group dance ?
dance is about postures, explores not reason for chemistry
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By Hitendra Mehta
April 2011
HM in Members Contest - May I have this Sijo Dance by ^Rick Praise
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SATANIC DISCO
WELCOME TO SATANIC DISCO
AT NITE EVERYTHING CHANGE
JUST HAPPENED TO BE HERE FREE
WITH YOUR FANTASIES UNEXPECTED
HIGHWAY TO YOUR SOUL
WELCOME TO SATANIC DISCO
MUSIC DANCE TO YOUR OWN RHYTHM
DANCE TO YOUR OWN MUSIC
THINGS ARE RUNNING AROUND
TO YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS MIND
AND DESIRE INVADE YOUR BODY
AS THE BAND STARTS PLAYING
KEEP YOUR BODY NEXT TO ME
KEEP LOOKING AT MY LIPS
WELCOME TO SATANIC DISCO
MUSIC DANCE TO YOUR OWN RHYTHM
DANCE TO YOUR OWN MUSIC
IT’S ALL BLUR
SPINNING AROUND
DREAMING
RHYTHM YOUR HEART
WELCOME TO SATANIC DISCO
WELCOME TO SATANIC DISCO
Jezabella Kipp
I dance within my dreams
as a leaf, lept from a tree.
Twirling amongst my memories,
while I sleep beneath moonbeams.
Crimson scarves around me stream,
as I pirouette gracefully.
In ever changing scenery,
I dance the stage of dreams.
For the contest "May I Have This Dance"
Sponsored by Barbara Gorelick
Dip it high
Work it slow
Don't stop now keep up with my flow
We can do this all night
But are you coming home with me tonight
I know you want to press up on me
Want to get to know me on this dance floor of love
The vibe is right
It's on tonight
I know what you came here for
Don't be scared get on the floor
I want to get to know you
But you're holding up the wall
If you want to get to know me want to be the only
Then you have to move yourself on the floor
Dance till your sore
Come up close grab hold to my waist
Don't let go keep up with my pace
Show me what I'm working with
Do you have the skills to last
Show me how to work the middle
Can you really keep the rhythm and dance yourself on the floor
Dance till your sore
If you happen to see a Wood Nymph,
Don’t look away or blink your eyes;
Cause she’ll disappear without a trace,
If you take her by surprise;
Don’t look away or blink your eyes,
As she sways to the soft blowing breeze;
If you take her by surprise,
The wood nymph may dance away;
As she sways to the soft blowing breeze,
Cause she’ll disappear without a trace;
The wood nymph may dance away,
If you happen to see a Wood Nymph…
Sugar plum fairies dance in their
Heads while they dance the dances
On ballroom pillows. Princes hold tiny
Princess hands while they twirl and dip.
The music rising, rising, ever so
Softly up to the top of the chapel.
Just off the beaten path in a unasuming bar.
Porcelin skin dark angles do thirst.
Like a dark vision you do not question for there they are.
Loud music they move in sync.
Luring there prey to back rooms.
For a fatal dance and a final drink.
Dark beauty I you offer me a dance
but i dont really know.
Wicked are the ways at the vampire
a go go.
Long dark hair cold black eyes.
Her movements haunt the stage.
Like a spider your caught within her web
as the bite muffles your cries.
Its said never stray from the beaten path.
Neon sign cuts through the night.
Yes this club is a real blood bath.
Like a moth to a flame lost souls
are drawn to the flames glow.
Its just another fright filled night
at the vampire a go go.
my body moves
almost as if
i'm not controlling it
as if it is trained
to dance for you
my hips sway
roll to this beat
a beat i hear when
looking into your
blue seductive eyes
you a snake charmer
me a cobra
a temptress
emerging from a
wicker basket
contained there
all my existence
you charm me
conquer my desire
my hands slither
through blonde locks
your glance
fueling the frolic
this dance in the dark
Yes, my songs are
of light
A thousand parades
dance before
my eyes
Even now I remeber
what (and who) I must
The dance continues
Yes, my songs
are of light
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