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The secrecy that ad-libbed by the muteness
Embraced fervency aroused by the speechless
The darkness that mildly faded by the moonshine night
He gently took hold of time
Holding her by his arm, softly he lauded
The moment with rhyme –
Three melodic words as he whispered
Broke through his heart and spoken by his eyes
An adorable smile shared by her
That touched his essence longed beyond time.
Soothingly he crossed his arms by her back
And slowly and slowly…
They adhered themselves nigher
No more words uttered and benumbed their breath
They stormily gazed themselves
Throbbing of the heart, the only fathom eared.
Blink of lashes felt upon by the adage intimacy
Bedewed by secretion when two lips sensed the legacy
They prolonged by the eroticism that shone,
He slowly and softly eased his hands
And allayed her by her dorsum, which upraised
Her desires with eternal dusk that kept on.
A kiss of betrothals on her forehead
Whispered by drops from her eyeses
And wordses were bespoken by the affair of silence,
He slowly and gently held her across her waist
By blink of an eye they fell upon abreast on the rose bed
Where the secrecy lingered by the comeuppance.
A kiss of attachment on her neck
Pulsed by innate reflex of her body
And tepidity elicited by the adhesion.
Longanimity of love felt upon by the quest for lust
Peeled by the vehemence when two body conjunct by their essence
They made love by the sound of their gratifying whispers
And sometimes a smile was shared
By the presence of affirmation and touch.
Wallow in their squeeze on the bask shed
They rollover dearly upon their ardent bed
The running away time failed to apprehend
They abstracted themselves
By the renascence of ignition with glows of love.
The secrecy then ad-libbed by the muteness
Embraced fervency aroused by the speechless
The darkness that mildly faded by the moonshine night
That actually met the dawn by the running away time
They were benumbed by the naive realism
And upheld their sensualism by the moonshine bright.
The snow shining so bright from the reflection of the night moon in the winter sky
My mind drifts wondrously back into the past
Remembering so vividly of you looking so intently deep into my eyes
And thinking of how we thought what we had would last
We would hold each other ever so tight
Whether it was over the phone or we were with each other right there
During the day or deep in the night
It didn't matter cause we had one another, so we did what we had to do and took it at that
without a care
Laying wrapped up side by side I could hear your heart beating along with mine
Those feelings neither one of us could completely hide
Those moments forever captured in time
Seems our thoughts of us lasting back then however, were wrong
So we had said goodbye and tried so hard to move on
But although hiding what I felt for you worked for awhile, I've been in love with you all along
True love never dies nor is it ever completely gone
I'm here in this place with all my regrets and misery
It all runs so extremely deep hitting my heart hard and ravishing my soul
All I know is that I need you here with me
I know I need to regain, over myself, some form of control
I sit here and wait for you
Hopeing each day, what I'm saying here, soon you may come to realize
Yes I do this partly because this is what I choose to do
But also because it's never ever too late and sometimes, to get it right, it takes many tries
I write my words within these poems upon paper, they are so truly how I feel
Here on these pages are what, to you, I still need to say
In some small way they kind of help me to somewhat heal
And they help me also make sure all my thoughts that are needing to be said
Don't get trapped, stuck, and lost within my head
And to insure that to you my words will find their way
I think of you and after a little while
I find that I start to smile
Because I know the only thing that separates us is all the miles
I know deep in your heart and from the bottom of your soul you feel the same way for me as
I do for you
Question posed to me now is what am I going to do
Well the only thing I can think of is to go back out there to you
To show what I feel for you is pure, genuine and true
Selfish on my part perhaps yes, but I have to so that I can somehow from all of this pull
through
I'm not doing this to make you upset or in anyway mad, nor to hurt her
I'm not coming back out there for us to go back to our teenage years and what back then we
were
It's simply for me to somehow ease my pain, torture, and torment
Even if the trip is a complete disaster and one to which I just might regret
I have to do this because it's you and those moments together that we turned into sweet
memories my mind won't let me forget
They are constantly swirling inside my head
Before I know it your laying next to me and holding me tightly in my bed
Yes to each other more words need to be said
This time not over the phone but face to face and contact needs to me made between your
eyes and mine
I think I've earned and deserve that right to have with you that time
And then and only then after all is said and done
You won't have to turn and feel like you should run
And no don't worry in front of you I won't break down and cry
But I will however, if you want, get up turn around and walk away, with every step I take
letting you know that this is until we meet again sometime somewhere and these words are
said within a sigh
You will forever and always be in my heart and for now...
...Goodbye
So it would see writing out all my emotions out on paper is all I do
Instead of breaking down, going out there and saying them to you
These feelings and words need to be felt and said to you so bad
They are in my head constantly driving me every bit mad
By my own past, I'm forever haunted
By the unknown, I'm always teased and taunted
I sit here cold, alone, scared, and don't know if I'm at all wanted
The craziest past of all this is that I really believe you feel for me the same
Which doesn't help in easing anything in fact, it only adds to my aching pain
However you truly feel for me, you shouldn't feel in anyway ashamed
Your wonderful vividly wild imagination should never ever be tamed
And your brilliant heart and soul needs to be left unscathed
Your eyes have always touched my heart and soul
These emotions I feel so deep are so far and in complete control
But yet you have to me say what so longingly has to be heart it's so needed
No matter if it leaves me here hurt and bleeding
I know your words could rip and tear my heart
I know your actions could break my soul apart
But I don't think you yet fully get it I've know all this from the very start
With that being said, come on to me say the words I need to hear
Yes even if they are words I may fear
Let your actions speak volumes and let them be crystal clear
Until then I will still long to pull you to me closer and only dream of being near
Only for you with my heart and soul on my sleeve will I still be standing here
love to sit and write
not a poem
not a song
just for fun,
words that ease
words that comfort
words I just want to let out
when I'm sad, mad or just for fun,
not a poet nor a writer
just liked pen to paper
now... a write on the net
to you to others for any one to read,
you see this is my mask
these are my thoughts
you see letters not who I am
to you just foolish stuff to read,
here others fill the same
here we only know each other by name
out there on pavment we do not see
it's just other people like you and me
but no one says the tears that flow
the smell of a red rose nor in her arms love grows
there mask tell of another story and sheilds who is inside
hides the pain, the love, hides for we fear they'll laugh at you and me
so here I sit, I read, I comment, and fingers to a key board I write
to no one really just to let others know we are not alone
that we all fill, we all cry, love dies and the pain subsides
and when I am done I hope it helps I hope another...knows
not a preacher nor a saint just someone who wants to let it go
someone looking for better way and here I know there are others like me
who just want to be listend to, heard, who just want to know the not alone
and this is why in the box that reads form...I write I do not know.
Form:
I WILL STAND UP AGAINST THE WORKS OF UNRIGHTEOUSNESS
STAND UP AND TAKE MY PLACE IN THE KINGDOM OF GOD
I WILL STAND UP AND TAKE THE WORDS OF CHRIST AND FEED THEM TO THE LOST
THE WICKED WILL NOT BREAK ME
I WILL STOMP THE HEAD OF THE BEAST AND LAY HIM DOWN BEFORE THE ALTER
SPREAD HIS ASHES OVER THE GRAVES OF MARTYRS
MAY THERE SOULS SING AND CRY TEARS OF JOY
I WILL STAND IN THE GLORY OF THE HOLY OF HOLLIES
MAY MY GOD look down upon me and see a child
He born through the fires of hell but broke through the chains and struggles
Now walking renewed reborn ready and willing
Waiting to lift my staff before my God
And bring the children home to the kingdom of the Living LORD
I stand to look into the eyes of my Jesus
May my name come to his lips
I walk to be a soldier of Christ
I walk to see his blood stained cross
So I may lay at his feet
May his sheep follow without despair
And fall down in faith knowing he is coming
I will stand and not conform to this world
But bow in honor to my king my rock whose words I and others alike stand upon
I am a profit of God
May his words spread from my lips to your ears
May healing come from my hands to your heart
May my dreams and visions ignite fear in the daemons that surround us
I am she who he resides within.
No him, have faith and love in him
Be anxious for his coming
And be washed with us in the spirit which he has called ALL to do
Form:
Alone the darkness beacons,
Words of innocence that reach my ears,
The chains constrict yet I still feel you.
I can't see you for your soul is bright,
but you can see me through shadows that consume my right.
You know my true name, but you never say it.
Your presence is becoming distant.
I speak to you in the devils embrace,
I say your words yet I can't hear you.
Call my name once more,
My heart craves your voice.
The darkness holds me back.
I want to see you, but even if I could you light would destroy me.
For I am darkness and you are light.
We were born to be apart yet my lips long to touch yours.
I curse the Devil in vein, I curse to God in disgust,
yet how can I hate such an Angel like you?
Your words break the chains around my heart,
Your voice makes the devils arms numb.
I don't care if I die, my love if I can only see you.
My life would be complete.
As I run from the darkness my shadow fads.
I think of you my love even as my skin peals away,
Even as my soul starts to decay.
My skin turns to ash, my eyes become stone,
But even if I am blind I can still see your light.
Please say my name before I fade away,
Please hold me in your embrace.
I feel your arms around me as you pull me to your breast,
Blood spills from my eyes a devil cry.
Your love is apparent in every breath.
“Anonymous…” I hear you say as I fade away.
Words swirl around in my head
I starts and until I write them down
They just won’t end
Writing my words on paper
For people to find significance within them
These words are very real to me
The emotions are far from being pretend
Some say you looked right into my heart
You’ve seen my soul
You read my mind
Just how did you know
You pinned my feelings to a tee
How again could you see
Everything within me
Here’s you answer as to why
The words that I write are my pain
I’ve seen you, yet not knowing you, through my own eyes
Just because we are different, don’t mean we are still not the same
Emotions are universal
They make the world go round
The silent cries of screams
Quiet is my sound
To often of times
The struggle leaves one
Lying on the ground
The hurt so heart wrenching
And so very real
Time is never ending
Life is what the pain will steal
So breathtakingly helpless
Is what you will feel
Heartbreakingly hopeless
Devastatingly you just can’t seem to heal
So yeah,
I write my words of hurt and pain
On the pages of paper to share with you
Many will relate and they often feel the same
At some point of time
I do hope you find some sort of comfort here
Within my lines of worded rhyme
Perhaps they will help your heart and soul to let go and heal
Cause while they do help me get by
Most times they don’t really help mine
The writer I am in my dreams
is more sophisticated than I am
and sees the world as an untold story
I mainly see the footsteps behind me
Where I stepped softly so as not to call attention to myself
this writer conjures volumes about the man on the bus
who has a scar on his face five inches long
she elaborates on his life with gifted prose
he is a pilot shot down in Vietnam
guerillas gave him a scar and set him free
he used to be a lion tamer
that one is self-explanatory
I simply cannot stop staring at his scar and wonder
does it bother him to have such a mark?
The writer I am in my dreams
has perfect time management
goes to work, attends class
has a beau
moves from day to day
finds time for friends and play
hobbies and exercise
dance class and likewise
the writer I am in my dreams
her words are clear and precise
they don't feel like empty thoughts on a page
they don't sound immature
her words and statements work
they don't get in her way and make her mind spin
and conjure up thoughts of self-worth
they whirl around the room and
whisper about the unimagined
they dialogue with rhyme and wit
and they always converse graciously
the writer I am in my dreams
I wake up and pray to be
and sometimes my prayers are answered
Form:
I was in study hall doing my homework when it first
Manifested and it was as if I was possessed for my
Pencil had a mind of it's own and the paperwork
Formerly known as Algebra became excited scribbles
Darting back and forth and up the sides wherever
There was any room and as a wry grin appeared
On my face I began to realize what I had been
Jotting down on little scraps of memory had indeed
Come full circle after all these seemingly long years and
I had been using words purposely!What a revelation!
I remembered the shoe boxes full of words that sat
High up on shelves,secreted away from prying
Motherly or brotherly eyes and gotten down
From time to time to be examined with careful
Scrutiny as to what events and pictures in my
Mind's eye had been deciphered or thought of
And still I did not know there was a real term
For what I had been doing all this time in my
Young life and now I knew as I approached my
Seventeenth birthday that besides being afraid of
Teenage boys,report cards that weren't up to par
And hard-nosed parents who found grievances
Everywhere it seemed,and early development that
Embarrassed me,I actually had something awesome
Going for me in my troubled life-I was a poet!
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