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She and the handsome gentleman finalized the contract, and he gently placed
the antique pearl necklace into the palm of her tiny hand. As he walked away,
she fantasized about making love with him, for he possessed both charm and
exceptional good looks; he certainly was enchanting...thick, black wavy hair,grey-
green eyes...tall...muscular ~ oh, those muscles...all over his tanned body...head
to toe.
But she wondered about that limp as he walked away, depending on a heavy
metal
staff
for
balance...
after all, an eternity of beauty and power in exchange for
one
pathetic
soul.
The evening of the deed was a frigid six degrees, and there was a dead smell of
the sun. She stayed late after work, waiting anxiously until everyone had gone.
Finally, he was alone in his office, so she placed the pearl necklace around her
fragile neck and unbuttoned her red, silk blouse so to reveal her sexy red
camisole.
She entered the office, and gently leaned over him from behind; he was aroused
by the scent of her "Red Door" cologne...his favorite, and his senses were even
more heightened as he turned around and observed her erect breasts speaking
in a language only he understood. With his large hands, he slowly explored her
thighs, making his way up her black skirt.
"You have beautiful legs."
"You think so, huh?"
They kissed, and the necklace brushed his chest; he didn't feel well, at all. He
was hot...so hot, and his body began its metamorphosis, retaining a grayish
tinge....then blackish...
He
burst
into
flames;
then, disappeared along with all omens of the deed.
She walked over to the black wrought iron mirror and smiled; her wrinkles were
gone...vanished...just as promised; she was ten years younger.
The windows began sweating, and the handsome stranger appeared.
"I have one more assignment for you."
"But we made a deal, one soul."
She began to feel peculiar, and as she viewed herself in the black mirror, she
began aging...ten years...twenty...thirty...she pulled out a large clump of thin, white
hair.
The room darkened from his moonly mind.
"My dear, the other soul...is yours."
I almost forget to breathe, looking into his eyes
Soft and brown, I get lost in them
“You’re so beautiful,” he says to me.
I’ve always fantasized about meeting that special person who loves me dearly
and let’s me love him in return. That someone who isn’t afraid of love or being
loved, and let’s me get over my fear of love and being loved.
He’s beautiful, inside and out. God, even his soul is beautiful!
And I swear, I love him more and more everyday. Sometimes, I think to myself, I
couldn’t possibly love him more than I do this very second, and the next minute
he proves me wrong. And I’m glad he does. I’m happy being able to love him.
Happy that he lets me.
I know that I can never find any one even remotely close to him in this lifetime, or
the next. And I used wonder. How did I get so blessed? To be able to love him,
and have him love me in return. This opinionated, sophisticated, strong black
being. This down to earth version of an angel. How did this beautiful person
come to love me?
Even though there are so many others who are more desirable than I, he still
chooses to sit here and look into my eyes instead of any one of theirs. He could
steal any one their hearts and lock it away, but he opts to hold mine in his tender
palm, being careful not to break it.
He would rather rest his hands on my waist, squeeze my side, and hold me tight,
than to wrap his arms around anyone else’s.
Instead of taking his pick of their sensuous lips, he presses his full, warm lips
against my own, and any where else he pleases.
And I didn’t understand why.
So I asked, “Why do you love me?”
He looked at me as if I was suppose to already know. As if it was staring me in
the face, but he answered me any way.
“Because of your beauty, and not just your physical beauty like your sexy eyes,
and soft lips, and those delicious hips, but because of your mind, and the way
you let me stimulate it. Because of your heart, and the way you let me keep it. I
love the way your soul speaks to mine. I love you because you let me love you,
and that makes you what you are.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
He smiled and said, “Beautiful.”
1. Remember that first day we met?
I hadn’t hardly wakened yet
When I walked in the church’s wooden door.
Then I saw you beside a pew;
I hardly knew what I should do
So I stood firmly rooted to the floor,
(Chorus)
Because I saw the crosses in your eyes,
Reflecting in their depths that seemed to look through me.
And ever since that moment of surprise
You’ve meant everything to me.
2. A year flew by on fleeting wings,
In that same church exchanged our rings;
Tho’ I can’t recall a single word I said,
Or what I wore, or what I did.
All I recall is two eyelids,
And two eyes that I was looking at instead,
(Chorus)
Because I saw the crosses in your eyes,
Reflecting in that bluish-green I love so much;
And while I stared, and thought, and fantasized,
I realized our lips had touched.
3. When two more years had flown on by,
Remember when you knelt to cry
In the graveyard just down the grassy hill?
I led a brief and panicked search
Until I found you by the church;
There I stopped, and the whole world became still,
(Chorus)
Because I saw the crosses in your eyes;
The smallest one a chiseled cross so cold and grey.
I’d carved it for our daughter in the skies,
Who we’d only had a day.
4. The time has really ticked away,
That all seems just like yesterday;
Now I lie on a bed and will not rise.
But, Dearest, I’ll be doing fine
So long as I a window find
That will look to the churchyard from the skies,
(Chorus)
Because I’ll see the crosses in your eyes,
Reflected in the tears you’ll shed beside my grave.
And Sweetheart, just like I’ve done all our lives,
I will whisper, “Please be brave.”
5. And when you meet me there someday,
If there’s a cross where angels pray,
I will reach for your hand and take you there;
And as we kneel and fold our hands
I hope our Father understands
Why our eyes are wide open for the prayer—
(Chorus)
Because I’ll see the crosses in your eyes,
Reflecting from the pretty girl I love so much.
And all I hope is that I will realize
When our silent lips have touched…
Because I’ll see the crosses in your eyes,
Reflected from the pretty girl I love so much.
Momentarily
by Odin Roark
How elusive the quest
To place oneself in sync
Wavelength to wavelength
Response to reply
So many agendas beg ignoring
Those places where integrity remains suspect
Where job
Marriage
Relationships
Friends
Acquaintances
Eye contact
Undeserved pleasures
Even fantasized harmony
Portending confirmation of truth
Are often merely layered fears
Forged in distrust
For lest we forget
No one promised answers
Even as schemas know no boundaries
The road signs always offering direction
To the many of want
Facilitating few of need
They nevertheless remain available
Such goes this phenomenon of plans
Diagramable life
Representation of what might be
But rarely is
What is intrinsically longed for
Yet seemingly uncatchable
Like forever morphing mercury
Still
So desperate are most
Clutching to random connection
Often without reason
That attention from others
Is embraced as self-realization
Perhaps a venture off the beaten path
A bushwhack through the untrammeled past
Might beg consideration
Where revisiting the child within
Will remind how infant outbursts
Conveyed rudimentary logic
When diaper rash urgency
Void of language
Save scream and cry
Defined simple organics
A voicing in search of form
So easy to ignore this
Time’s simplistic message
Reaching back toward the dawn of man
When primitive bone and stone
Drummed the truth of need
Food
Shelter
Cover
When duplicity hadn’t been invented
When progress was preserved by raw instinct
Today
Actuality is in questioned focus
Our civilized regression
This guised-in-furtherance flight
Toward make-believe escape
Has jettisoned logic into the abyss of ignorance
Manipulating instead today’s lie of norm
Into modern truth
The hunt will continue
Beneath self-created imprisonment
To find that somewhere yet to objectify itself
That place where slumbers intrinsic reasoning
Kept safe by nature’s heartbeat
Requires nothing but simple acceptance
Of that known simply as
Ever available
Truth
Searching minds continue
Trusting consciousness will prevail
Even allowing occasional laughter
Along the path where delusions entertain…
Momentarily
I’ve dug a hole all the way to my inner-self
Beyond the sedimentary sentiment
Past the fossils of my past life
And I’ve finally broke through the hard layer of emotions
I’m sure the treasure I’m seeking is hiding in my sub-terranian subconscious
I just need to know where to look
But as my spirit rises and my journey’s boon glistens before me
An ungodly hand grabs the Golden idol and drags it
To the even deeper level of my mind cavern
The place where all the local tribes say the great beasts live
And the rope back to the surface falls
Slithers down next to my feet
And remains motionless like a child afraid of a beating
As if it knows what this means to me
I fall to the ground crushed
There’s enough food here to last me a while, I don’t know how much
I could stay right here and risk starvation
Possibly a team will rescue me
Do I continue?
The legend says that untold powers will be bestowed on the one who completes the quest
And finds the golden form of his body.
But the demons are also prophesized
Where death isn’t just painful but everlasting
Incarnate fear devours you for eons before the death you’ve fantasized finally arrives
Stuck in the dark
My eyes adjusting to the painful lack of light
I wish you were here with me
So we could intertwine to a higher level of harmony
And complete the quest together
One divine man and goddess
Opening our eyes to reality
Becoming the transcendental deities foretold by The Elders
Irony is what hurts the most
It’s a barbed blade
thrusted and twisted
Not into my body but into my presence
I haven’t completed my goal
I have achieved the opposite
I have earned living in fear of infinite pain and suffering
All while being in the vicinity of omnipotent potential
I cup my head in my hands
Scream at the nonexistent faces I see
Mocking me and pressuring me to see my faults and fall on my own climbing tool
I will continue in spite of them
I start to perceive the soothing decisiveness of it all
Either I succeed or I drop short
But this adventure must have an end.
This pain and misery
Is making me come undone
Come and set me free
Before the arrival of the dawn
Sun is on its way here
Shed no tear
Have no fear
Sun is on its way, dear
Shed no tear
Have no fear
Soon, turmoil comes and goes
Wrap away the midnight woes
Tell me to believe and I definitely will
Fell upon my face, but I had a thrill
Mesmerized by the peak of sunlight
Memorized your song with my might
Fantasized about flying so high in delight
Loved you for so long, but you're out of sight
The pain and misery
Is making me come undone
The sea of reverie
Is making me sea sick, hon
Sun is on its way here
Hold me dear
Have some cheer
Sun is on its way, dear
Fear not, fear not,
For fear will disappear
Give it the strength you got
Have no fear, for I am here
Steer your way into sunshine
Wishing you were truly mine
Hoping you're alright
That, I pray all night
Swishing away the thoughts of shame
Taming the waves of hopelessness and losing its reckless game
Somewhat lost track of where you are
You don't understand who I am
Cost me a fortune to mend your scar
You still don't really give a damn...
Breathe into me something more than this life can handle
Ease my anxiety and let the shore of suave sanity settle
Shadows fill my evenings and you don't care anymore
So, I will leave you behind...please open the front door
Let me feel shine trickle down my body
Like the showering rain, pouring forth sea
Let me be free and baby, I'll be happy
Even if you can't let go of me...eventually,
You'll forget about me and leave me for another
When I am an elderly fellow who is left so unsure
Will you still love me, even when I wither away?
Day by day, I wonder and ponder about it in dismay
This pain and misery
Is making me come undone
It's best if you leave me
You're gone - are you really gone?
By the way, you are much brighter than the stars above
If only I can borrow a portion of your passionate love
Steer your way into sunshine
For, it's fine if you aren't mine..
I'm remembering our tender moments; how sweet was love
that filled pages of poetry you will never read, where I wrote of
my affection and things I no longer have the chance to say.
Words of passion, anger, and dreams that were swept away.
Melodies of memories I hold, still flow within my broken heart.
I try to console myself with writing you since we've drifted apart,
by recalling your voice as it gently whispered close to my ear.
Utterances that I'll not ever forget because I hold them dear.
Had I only imagined or fantasized that you loved me, too?
No, I knew your heart loved mine before we both vowed, "I do."
I remember the day you took my hand and knelt upon one knee.
"Yes!" I cried, and I saw the desire in your eyes for want of me.
I cannot chase those reveries away. Ones of your lilting laughter,
thinking we'd share that tethered treasure of love forever after.
Love; the greatest of all glorious gifts to each other we could offer,
more priceless than precious gems or coins that would fill a coffer.
You once asked me to write a pensive poem about a fallen star ~
A foreshadowing as I think back now, pondering where you are.
I wonder if you still think of me with the same thoughts I remember
or have you forgotten me as if there's not a spark left in that ember?
Once it burned brightly. I don't want to believe that could be true
for my heart still beats with longing and the yearning want of you.
I will close this letter in these wistful words, "With love, always."
Perhaps not the sentiment that I should fondly offer you these days.
Forgive the stains that have blotched the ink. They're from my tears.
I haven't managed to staunch their flow, even after all these years.
I addressed the envelope to our home, but it matters not one whit
that neither of us still live there. I know it's time that I get over it
but this letter will join the others I keep hidden inside a desk drawer.
Bound with crimson ribbon, written for a love I can no longer implore.
the children wait on the shore
eyes fastened to the horizon
behind them stand the women
with a gaze far more serious
all impervious to rain and wind
the hurricane had turned inland
last night it was moving north to Baja
the fishermen left with ease
it would soon be gone
yet, early in the morning, it moved east to Nayarit
chaotic nature, in the end reigns supreme, it always has
in the distance dots appear, fishermen driven home
as the storm rages over them
children and women frantically search
the returning pongas for any familiarity
as the fishermen struggle valiantly in the waves
tonight some prayers are bearing fruition
while others were lost to an angry sea
a storm none could predict
nor ever will with certainty
the candles burn at the feet of the dead
now plaster saints, imploring continues
long into the night, a chance of perchance
that bird that sings in the worst gale
morning brings the tolling of church bells
amidst the devastation
faces who will never forget that chaos
has no favorites
only illusions, as matter, may well be, Berkeley rocks
the luck of the draw, despite Darwins' wishful design
the ensuing fluctuating schemes of pandemonium
desultory forces who at best are deficit in reason
or are they, who knows the breadth of creation
a constant reminder, the precarious hold life has
how delicate the day we the biota share
how precious life is
i learned that long ago from a little tippler
leaning on a dying sun
toasting with manzanilla the heavens above
cursing some matelot beneath her labored breath
now the nobody we all are when the light extinguishes
receding within into singularity
and whatever wormhole we exit will never matter
nor the dimensions therein
gone, as the smoke from an extinguished candle
escaping forever into the entropy
where matter never perishes
Fergus Falls 96 The Patient Stones
how often in my writing i see Emily Dickinson appear....i have often fantasized about pursuing her heart
PRETTY FANTASY
Life didn’t promise anything in anything
Yet, man always sought to have everything in everything
Reality got so real; people got scared to face reality
Many have many big dreams in few sleeps a night
Many are even dreaming when they are not sleeping
Sweet dreams of a better future in a bad present
The ugly man got so handsome in his dreams and got married to a pretty lady
Before too much was enough; he woke only to stare at his ugly wife and his ugly self
He built many mansions and owned estates in his dream
When he woke up; his landlord already has an eviction notice pasted on his door.
Life of everything in everything is everything
It happened that everything in everything wasn’t everything
Therefore, man was forced to make do with few things around
The insatiable few refused to make do with the few things
They sought few ways to satisfy their need for everything
The fantasy must get real; they planned days and nights to get a plan
Mid way in the tunnel; they thought they saw a light of consolation
No need to keep on crawling in the tunnel; they have seen what they seek
They stuck to the light and refused to reach the end of the tunnel; then walk out
They refused to leave the tunnel and became victims of the earthquake of the tunnel.
My reality confessed to be in love with me
She promised to be faithful to me if only I will accept her
She wasn’t that bad; she would make a good wife
I would have loved to marry her but am still in love with my fantasy
I was forced to choose between reality and fantasy
My fantasy on her own wasn’t bad at all; she was so pretty
I always dream of her even when am not sleeping; thinking of her daily
I fantasized of her so much; I almost became obsessed with my fantasy
I wasted so much time in choosing between reality and fantasy
Reality got impatient; she struck me a blow that cleared my pretty fantasy.
Lordvip
D’ Poetic Beast
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Love me tender love me sweet
Here I come to sweep you off of your feet
When we greet and our eyes meet
My heart swells, and I hear wedding bells
Now that we both have grown
We see what our lives were like alone
you smell so good
I watched you grow up in the neighborhood
I should have approached you then
But our lives were just starting to begin
I remember when you were my first valentine
How I thought you were all mine
We shared our first kiss on a dare
When we were still square
Now that I'm here I have no fear
Back then my life was so wound tight
Chasing girls thinking I had found
What makes my life go around
.
That never worked out quite right
Seemed like I was in a fight every Friday night
Now that my life has come full circle
I see I was wasting my time
Because if I would of open my eyes
I would have been so surprised
In what we always had in each other
Now I can see what kind of mother you will be
I have always fantasized about
What kind lover I would see
Your so beautiful now all I want to do is hover
And find a way to get you under the covers
So we can discover what we are like as lovers
Your not shy and you never ask why
Come think of it I've never seen you cry
I don't want it to all pass us by
That is why I must try
Because baby you are the apple of my eye
I know that I used to be sly
But I have changed my ways
Rearranged what's important to me
Just like when we were young and free
I want you to be my forever Valentine
Because you were always mine
Baby, you are so fine
Won't you marry me so we can define
How we want to walk this line
As we realign our direction making sure
That we both see a love connection
How divine baby this is our time
Now that we see the future
Oh, baby, this was always the way
It was supposed to be
You right beside of me
Like a fine wine all by design
My forever Valentine