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i don’t know how i’m supposed to feel,
i cant tell you if my heart is ready to heal.
being blinded by the sun,
but i still feel the cold and life continues to lose all of its fun.
beg to Jesus, in the hope he listens and my burden ceases.
searching for my favourite toy as a child, but deep down i know its far gone.
now i sit on the bench by the lake and admire that beautiful swan.
i know i cant take that swan home,
so ill sit and admire while i write my poem.
the words always fall back to you,
our memories will always shine through.
a brighter light shines behind always glowing for me,
coming from the creator of the land earth and sea.
while all light turned off that light glowed brighter to be sure i could see.
while i drowned in a pool of grief,
the only buoyant i had was my belief.
I waited for you
Just a love, from far away, always there, in your heart, touch it
Touch your heart, my love, I live there, in your world, touch a love
Just love my heart. Put it down. A dark soul is a danger to you
I waited for you. I needed a white angel. Your heavenly light is
my medicine. Please cure me. I am sick of your personality and life
Let me get your hand, I want to kiss your fingers, your arms huge me
I feel them on my astral body, but you don’t know our love here
Just on the other side. We love us, each other, there, only there, forever
We live there, we are happy, the love is our life, just and nothing else
Nothing else exists in our lives. Just you and me. We live in the love
I will never forget you. Never. You will come to me in the afterlife
You will forgive me, I forgave you
And we are reborn.
Again and forever
We will fulfill or love
Forever
Still and always
Loving you
Vilmos
Demon
He's a gentleman who knows the meaning of grace
he has earned my respect and my great admiration
Bless his beating heart for all the good he has done
through each poem and life story, this poet glows
He delivers life on quilled words of rich tapestry
and he is also cultured in passion and wisdom
Today I honor him for all the love he imparts
this is a tribute to Victor, for he deserves the best
May God keep him strong healthy and sane of mind
and as he lives each day to his utmost capacity
I thank God, for good friends are often hard to find
thank you Victor for your love, friendship, & poems.
Pixie Dust aka Mystic Rose aka Vienna
April 20, 2019
When I lay down to sleep at night
I enter a different place
Away from this world
into another time and space
In a dimension all of its own
A place where I never feel alone
I can travel anywhere I choose and see
anything I want to see
With no one to hold me back
In my world, I am free
I can go back in time and create
a different scene
and I am happy there
in my own dream
Where my life has been corrected
and complete.
Where I can conquer the enemy
to its own defeat
Where colors are bright
bold and some what unique
I am always at my strongest
no more am I weak
But when I awake I am here
where the world is never clear
and life itself I fear.
Then I have to wait before
I return again where my body and soul
where once at peace from within
In my own world, where I once had been
In a small town there lived a little lady
The lady`s name was Lucinda
Lucinda was always bubbling, cheerful and happy
When she laughed here rolling laughter,
both her cheeks and bosom shaked
She was a beautiful woman with wide hips,
and a butt as big as a dinner table
Lucinda was old and walking was difficult
and life was not so easy for her
She had not so much in this world,
but she always brought a bicycle
Everyone in the small town would help her
as best they could
Whatever you did for her, she thanked with these words:
"You shall have my old bike when I die"
Following the bubbling laughter, shaking cheeks and bosom
Everyone in the small town knew Lucinda,
loved her and wanted to help her
Same thanks every time:
"You shall have my old bike when I die"
Now Lucinda is dead
Her bike the city has received as a gift from Lucinda
If you see a bike in the flower park in the small town
Is it to remind the beloved sweet, rolling round Lucinda
that was always cheerful and happy
27.04.2012
A-L Andresen :)
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Death is dead
Once more
Where they stole the boots off the leftovers
before they buried them after war
So as to keep the noise of trampling
dead feet down
Waste not want not they don't need them
anymore where they are going or will
eventually end up stuck
Said the Crow to the raindrop
Splitting hairs on the reapers scythe
So stop and take one final last look at
The Sun the Stars and our Moon
Falling from the ailing sky horizon afterglow
As they fade ever gray into shadowed black
And take the chance to tell that certain
someone and utter the word love
To they who taught you what it actually meant
and true definition felt without fear of rejection
or being corrected
Before feeling the menacing presence of
the reaper at your back
Crying underneath his chilling breath
As back and back we further regress
To whence from that we came
As finally with eyes wide open
All forms of light and life
Are slowly taken stolen extinguished forever
And dissipate like celestial graveyards
One after one
Until there are
None
At all left
But
The
One and only
Real true God remains
To sift through the embers
Of his greatest love lost failed creation
We ourselves destroyed in vanities namesake
For no other reason apart from to show and prove
We could and can
So we did
From the beginning I was your inspiration to see,
And in no prideful way did I take it personally,
You kept my heart hidden again and again,
And I could never understand why.. not now nor then,
But believe it or not, I didn't mind,
Because you could never take what was already mine,
My thoughts, my emotions, my reasoning to see,
And all that life has taught me that makes me me,
And I was never greedy to share my heart with you,
Because many people hold back due to trust issues,
And not only that... I've seen them hoard their knowledge and life lessons,
Like it's a prize their heart attained and molds their very existence,
Like if they were to give it away..it would deplete who they are,
It their well kept secrets that actually keep them in the dark,
Without explanation they believe it's their own,
But in all actuality that much is meant to be shown,
The hearts given nature, the exchanges and refills,
Are part of moving forward so we're not stuck in still,
Still is momentarily and essential yet not all the time,
Sharing our hearts elevates the love in our lives,
It takes us further than what we knew before,
And every amount we give God always restored,
Let's just be truthful, it was never ours from the door,
It's not a shield of protection, or an image you hoard,
Unless you want to stagnant and stay right where your at,
Believing it belongs to you to keep your image intact,
Which shows you time and time again those chaines that bind,
Why you would even want such foolishness blows my mind,
Always think of your intentions behind what you hold back,
Because it can trick you into believing your protecting where your at.
When lost in the woods
one wanders lugubriously directionless
in the weeds vines and branches
obstructing the altogether magnificent world
that abounds and surrounds
the muddled mind of the soul-filled seeker:
Truth traveler and mystical unraveller
plodding ahead confused in dread
of what lies beyond
the not-so-distant tree line
drifting dreamlike in a cloud
of misty-eyed fog looming in the air
just over there next to nowhere
like a serpent ready to strike...
Where forward momentum becomes a battle
against God Gravity and Nature as One
finds fear inviting and darkness enticing
as shadows on the moon walking
freely as a butterfly wafting
into a new dimension in space-time
before discerning the profundity of the scene
as nothing more than the ageless
Mad Magician whispering dismally sweet nothings
into the minds and ears of all good people
throughout our tear-filled years...
("Follow me," says he, "to the tasty apple on the tree.")
Until the soul seeking, scintillating Sun-Light appears
awakening the dumbfounded lost in the woodlands
to an inviting winding path leading toward
higher elevations in the farthest reaches
yearnings and palpitations of the universe
and the unfathomable intangible that binds
and sustains all matter and life reverberating
in every heartbeat and breath of fresh air in-spired
for the searching of the perennial
everlasting and Wholly desired:
Love-Beauty-Truth-Freedom-Forgiveness-Grace
and all that we long for and imagine to be Good
at the end of the long winding path
through weeds vines and branches
when lost in the woods.
Our friend Balgar having passed leaving Willow to take his place rests in peace. Willow struggled to find her way until she went to the summer Solstice there she met many other druids from whom she learnt so much, bursting to try them out she went a little away until everything was quiet and still.
She started a fire from which she hung a cauldron and filling it with fresh pure spring water and a bunch of herbs she left it to infuse. So caught up in what she'd learnt she jumped when high priest druid Juniper spoke to her asking what she was brewing. Just a few herbs for healing wounds she replied, ah he said add some of these to it. So she did asking what they were moon stars he replied greatly taken by her gentle ways. She had much to ask him about as the night sky darkened he taught her much about herbs and life slowly she settled against him and they sat quietly together drinking in the dark night and the feelings they both felt until he gently embraced her to him looking down on her. She raised her head and softly kissed him and took him into her after they finished mating he held her tight until daybreak. Be on your way Willow he said we are not likely to meet again our paths go different ways.
Sadly she watched him fade into the nearby woods and wished she could travel with him. No matter what came to pass she knew she would not forget him or their time together. A couple of months later she was pleased to find she was with child to him. She decided to join a family of druids and with them she healed people and animals never turning any way. In time she gave birth to a bonny boy who she named Juno little realising that he was the future high priest of all druids Juniper came to see him and again laid with her without result. Her only child would be Juno as he grew she taught him all she knew until at 15 she sent him with great sadness to Juniper who would finish of his training. Once parted from him she threw herself into helping those who needed her help and growing frail she quietly passed away before Juniper and Juno could reach her greatly sadden by her loss they buried her in the woods overlooking Stonehenge where Juniper had met her.
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I walk down life’s road
All to see and to be
To bear my alloted load
To give for free or to charge a fee
To pen every masterful ode
As authentically as can only be me
To see and to be seen
To learn and to teach
To be apprentice and to be dean
To bequeath and to reach
That the shine and sheen from where I’ve been
May inspire each and herald a good preach
To do good and to faint not
Is not without the temptation to be weary
To painstakingly write to then blot
Be far from my schedule and diary
Never to tell of only how close I got
But to enter my rest truly and surely
To eat of the good of the land
To match the seasons with readiness
To increase as the grains of sand
In Godliness, in count, in business
And that mastery stays in head and hand
A second nature so effortless
To keep my mind on my matter
And where it matters others to mind
To stay clear of the chatter meant to flatter
And seek what is virtuous to find
And only wisdom and life to utter
That it may be well where I opined
K. Muitherero