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Follow me and I will follow you only to sacrifice and pledge my soul.
Now known only as one!
Soaring in the winds with rapid inspirations exploding one by one,
It is your final fantasy to live again!
Victim of suicide revealed by fate and conquered by the depths of love,
Life of life has just begun!
The warmest touch begs respect for the quality found deep within.
It is your final fantasy to finally begin!
Encouraged by beliefs to uphold the strength of one’s destiny,
Yet, embraced with one final and endless thought!
A kiss of pleasure obscures the kiss goodbye,
Accompanied with its warmth to pleasure your need!
It is your final fantasy to bow down for these borrows and trade.
Subtle with perfection you are as pure as a white dove.
Your desire is to never ever get lost with what you’ve caught.
Insensitive delights begin to dwell from deep within,
You burn and ache for a place to finalize where it is that you belong.
It is your final fantasy to conquer these steps in which you alone have made.
Sacrifice those objectives captured and held in your time!
Acknowledge your very own self with the quality known only by the depths inside of you!
Fly away with me, but only for a moment.
Embrace only that which enlightens the moment seized!
It is your final fantasy to touch and feel everything that you never knew.
Life is our mystery, yet we uphold its true value with our righteous dignity.
Harvest your life moment by moment,
Make it your very own prey for the little ones who never knew.
Gather the sensations and absorb life as you breathe in your every breath of air.
It is your final fantasy to indulge with the intrigued and explore all of these parts inside of
you!
Release yourself from the depths of love and find what it is that you truly seek.
Life of life has finally just begun!
Looking up and looking down but never looking all of the way around,
The loss of control is the loss that you will gain!
It is your final fantasy to whisper in the dark and to cry in plain sight.
Open minds with open hearts capture the true essence, for they completely belong!
Spirits fly and soar through life with so much energy powered with intensity’s strength.
They find the treasures you’ve always sought but have never found.
Your final fantasy is to escape your darkness and to find yourself inside of this beaming ray of
light!
LUNAR MADNESS
His thought; desire; that driving dream he knew;
so real within his heart and living soul;
the thing he took and fed until it grew,
into the part of life that made him whole;
by doing things that people seldom do
to make it real, and reach his cherished goal!
For who but fools, whose minds are now in tune,
would take a thought, and bounce it off the moon?
If given wings; by one who's gone insane
with lunar madness, loose in universe;
his wish for life would search each hidden plane,
and seek more levels where he might immerse
in pools of knowledge, cleansing every stain,
bleached on his mind by times eternal curse!
And damp with truth, before his mind can rust,
he dries in clouds of flowing cosmic dust!
His world is silent, everywhere he goes,
and dreams he holds so dear, stare silently,
at passersby, who greet him, but he shows,
no recognition to the ones who'd be
some of the ones to take the truth he knows,
and bring him back from where he's flying free!
But don't know how to reach this paranoid,
nor find the things that make his feelings void.
It's plain for them to see, he's not all there,
but lunar madness doesn't cross their minds,
and ships of soul, don't take them anywhere;
perhaps too busy with their daily grinds
to think of flying free form any care,
and seeking many worlds of other kinds!
That he has found by leaving body still,
protected by his knowing mind, and will.
He'll watch the pouring rain, and snowflakes fall,
and bolts that light the sky, in summer storm,
to see the wisdom there within them all,
as puzzles come together and to form
a tool to shatter down his prison wall,
that's kept him from a life that's soft and warm!
But as he sees the things before his eyes,
the other part of him still seeks, and flies
so free of chains that bind him far below;
the part behind, that's waiting for the end;
or waiting for the wisdom he will know,
return of one, his kind and loving friend;
that once set free, would only come and go,
far from the one who let it first ascend!
Not knowing once he set their powers free,
that lunar madness plagues him, constantly.
It is there your love is like a star in the sky.
It lights my inner most darkness.
There your beauty is, cutting tears in my heart.
There you find love full of pride, happiness and feelings like any you could compare.
It is also of sorrow, hurt, anger and despair.
It is there I love with reason because of my life I hunt.
There I am always on prowl for the right one to give my heart.
To share my soul but to end my tiredness.
There I love just to feel all of this.
It is not my fault to whom I love, just to who I love.
But there God has given me the grace to knowing such one.
It is because of the kindness one might share, even if they are heartless inside.
It is still with feelings to which I love.
But with great honor to which I love thee.
It is of the loneliness I feel when I feel love.
It is there the emptiness is when there’s no one to share it with.
But it is the tear that wastes when there’s no one to care.
No one to catch the fall or wipe it before it runs down the cheek.
It is there I cry because you are not near.
Because of the hurt I feel but you are not here to kiss the pain away and say, it will be ok.
But there, love is all of me and my being.
Because it was of love to which God formed that of me and you.
But it was with thought, that he made that of you for me.
So I am not lonely but complete in my life.
That of the woman I love and none other will exist.
That there, I wish you were in my bed instead of the space I feel.
Because there, I will know I am fulfilled as I have got you to share my life with.
To wrap my arms around and whisper softly in your ear.
I Love You would be the right words you would hear.
But there, you know love is because it’s me you sharing it with.
A man with dreams but goals.
But a man who knows the true meaning of love because I feel its pain everyday.
That I would be happy to love for the right reason.
So all the hurt would go away.
But to love you would be my dreams but more then that, it would be my fantasy come true.
With lots of love from the one who cares.
With gentle kisses from my lips to yours.
I give you my heart, please be careful not to drop.
Cause it is already shattered from life as well as not having you to love.
I am sitting here and I can’t help pondering a lot as I am typing some of my thoughts away.
And I am thinking how sad it is that so many people can’t keep a good relationship going.
And I know that it isn’t always easy to do so many things right the way we just want them to
be.
But I notice thru the years that many people don’t really appreciate anything good no matter
what you give them to.
My mind goes to all the times when only God knows I’d tried so hard to make things work
right.
But sadly no matter what you do sometimes the other person doesn’t do enough to make it
nice for them or for you.
And there it goes all your plans and dreams just thrown out of the window and it is such a
waste of time in every way.
You just can’t make people perform and do anything if they don’t really want that to do.
What we think is right it’s not always okay for everybody even if you know it is the truth, the
right thing for them and for you.
And some folks are completely blind sometimes and they don’t want to accept anything you
might tell them every day.
There’s so much that we will never understand about life and people and everything that
goes around us.
It is so hard most of the time to find a common ground with everybody, but we can only try
while remaining true to you.
And that’s the best that I can do under all the circumstances that I have to go in my life
through.
Life is never easy and there’s always something new to learn from the mistakes that we all
do.
What is good for me it may not be altogether for you and what is good for you it may be
wrong for me.
We all have something new we need to learn from and some have something that for their
own good they should quit this day.
And while I'm thinking and pondering on and on all the time when I am not sleeping I know
this for sure.
That sadly most people don't really appreciate much of anything good that life has already
given them so far today.
Most folks don't even show real love appreciation or pride for God country friends or family.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2008
November,18,2008
Attention! Attention! Read all about it, and don't you dare doubt it. You know me. I
thrive in controversy! When it comes to poetry, some of you is showing mercy! So I'm
gonna be 110% real. So here's the deal. I must get this sickness off my chest. So allow me
to address these member contests.
I see a lot of favoritism, it's borderline racism! See I'm a grown man, so understand
I'm not into games. Now these members, I won't mention names, and no this ain't no verbal
gun. I'm not gonna take shots at anyone. So you can remove the bullet proof vests. Go
back and view the last 10 contests, and that person who ran it. I don't understand it! It
must be a sin that the same 10 win over and over again! Knock on wood. Ain't no one that
damn good!
Attention! Attention! Read all about it and don't you dare doubt it! So what if a fellow
poet gets mad. It's sad to give them something they didn't earn. They need to learn.
Nothing in life is free! That's reality. You need to erase that first place! You did not earn it
and that "ribbon" you need to burn it! Now this is legit. Something really smells and surely
ain't s#%t!
Attention! Attention! Read all about it and don't you dare doubt it! On this site well into
the night, relationships are made, but don't be afraid to tell it how it is! You can tell the
quality in poetry between hers and his! The poets you've come to love, and are fond of
without a doubt don't need a handout! What cha mean, you don't want to hurt no ones
pride?! You're setting that poet up to commit suicide! Rejection can really sting! Especially
going through life not earning a thing! I guess that is the difference between you and me.
Because materialistically I had to sacrifice. I earned everything I got in my life!
*I'm aware the contests are judged by the "opinion" of the person that sponsors the contest.
But stop letting personal feelings get involved. It's a sign of weakness!
The hues of affliction caught my glimpse
Maddening horror scratching my doorstep
Clashing with severe torture,
Scorching away my destiny...my confidence
Hallucinations take hold
Risk shoved in a deserted briefcase
Pluck the rose pedals that reveal your wasteful woe
Now your woe is crystal clear in your outspoken instructions you very much lack
Magnify the dazzling sensation,
Drugging my suicidal life and its troubles
Sparkling risk managing to parachute a confident endeavor from each angle
Crawling on poverty road...managing to warp-up easing moments
Unsteady in your rambling presence
You are an incredible luck to my immortal life
Too unbearable to strike down...hunted on the spot
Magnify the dazzling sensation,
Drugging my suicidal life and its troubles
Trails of avarice, wonder my mind far from thee
I'd diminish all the doubts...clumps of shapeless clay
Save the case and listen to what I have to say
Keep me away from worrying mad
Digest the emptiness I feel deep inside
Leaving a trail of blasted fears
A mixture of fondness and softness
Plants on your brushed, blemished whisper,
The atmosphere fairly uneasy to take hold of
You borrowed from me and stole from my mummified heart
All I seek now is gloom and doom
Resume with your lightening life
Isolate yourself from hardened fear
Death stares grow unsteady in your figure
It was as if they never existed in your warm, swirling heart
I plead you'll never set foot on this road again
I'll some day figure out the unpredictable code
Be courteous, though your abilities are weak
Lay in dark affliction,
You warped-up poverty road
Walk in secure recovery
After I determine this code
Hold on for dear life
Lay on my palm, if it would help
Walk in secure recovery
So what do you think is life ?
Does it mean just to survive?
If u never thOught over it,
I would like to tell u a bit.
Its not merely existing my dear,
Your own voice u need to hear.
Some good advice I’d like to give,
This is how I learnt to live.
I took life too seriously,
and God gave me misery.
I held it too tight,
and I couldn’t see the ray of light,
That God beams on all his children,
to help them out of life’s burden.
Then I left it too free and didn’t have any dreams,
God stopped helping me, as it seems.
Nothing affected me, I was indifferent,
At that moment , a message was sent..
God said to me, here come to me,
You have nothing to do on earth as I see.
I was afraid, I was tense,
I wondered, “ Does my life make any sense” ?
On every little thing, I was crying,
On all petty things, I felt like dying.
There was no inspiration,
just congestion.
Where am I going, I thought,
Thru all these years, what have I got ??
What is it that I finally want to achieve?
What is the dream that I just cannot leave?
I must have a dream for which I shall fight,
At that instant, I saw some light.
The light shone on me,
It still helps me to see.
Whenever I’m lost,
in the life’s frost.
I know my destination,
my heart is filled with elation.
Now , I am ready, walking steady,
towards my dream, towards my goal.
I feel so complete, I feel so whole,
I had the courage to look into my soul.
And if you don’t have a dream, you are trapped in life’s mist,
You are not living , you just exist.
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A new season begun, a new life, a new birth,
engraving our story here upon earth.
The pages turn slowly.
Each day will pass.
Life is measured by the hourglass.
The sands of time pass graciously.
The book is written of mystery.
Echoes of silence, the pages are blank.
For the hourglass of life holds no rank.
Let today be today.
Look not to tomorrow.
For life will fade on the pages of sorrow.
Read the story,
you must go on.
Turn the pages of a new dawn.
To every beginning there is an end.
Your spirit will soar high in the wind.
Hurry before time runs out.
For life surely fades without a doubt.
The clock counts down each grain of sand.
Turn the page and understand.
Reflections of love and holding hands.
This page though so innocent,
a beautiful child of heaven scent,
happiness in a life well spent.
Turn the page again once more,
to find the key to all closed doors.
This page tells of mom and me,
the many cherished memories,
undying love for family.
Turn the page, see all my friends,
from around the world and all nations.
This page tells of sacred marriage,
to have, to hold, and also cherish.
This page tells of many great storms,
the sea of tears, and the thunder roars.
This page holds the photographs,
of many dreams that once was had.
Though some memories of life you can't recall.
The book of seasons, winter, spring, summer, and fall.
The last page to turn, so there's a stall.
The last grain of sand that slowly falls.
Now for a moment don't you cry,
the hourglass of life told us no lie.
For all is born and then must die.
God grant me the time to say goodbye.
The world is gray.
Cobblestones,
People,
Trees,
Black are the shadows.
Footsteps echo and ricochet off the street to be cast into my ears.
The crowd part to let me through,
The sunshine is a white ball in the sky, casting a cold, glow on everything I see;
Color is not illuminated.
Water splashing in soft sprinkles of sound caught my attention, and to my eyes,
a young man is seated on the edge of the surrounding brick wall, parting the water
with his hand,
An expression of wonder on his face as he looks into my gray world.
His eyes alight on mine, beckoning to come near.
My step back made him spring forth from his perch and take my hand.
His enthusiasm of color and of life was enjoyable.
His humor matched my own,
I enjoyed his companionship.
His animations of life and color were not catching though,
I still saw gray, my life still the same.
"Give it more time, you will see."
I began to disregard his instances that color will come to my life,
His control was more adamant,
I began to shy away.
I am finished.
My life filled with gray and black only.
Sounds are my refuge of joy.
The birds chirping,
the mammals scurrying toward a warm home,
My words to people with whom I speak,
became my way of expression.
He is hurt,
for he could not make me see color.
I could not change that for him.
I am gone from him.
Maybe he will see my world of gray now,
Now he will understand my world,
When I could never understand his.
I can smell the lovely roses in the garden by the clovers,
Where a neighbor came and greeted us, “Hello from Edentown!”
In my vision that I saw it, a reverie that was fore-lit,
By my hopes and dreams and wonders of a life that comes around.
I can hear the birds a chirping in the streets where I was flirting
With a girl whose eyes were wide who was apparently my wife.
And the children with their laughter, who were mine and playing after
School had shut down for the summer, I gasped, “Wow, this is the life!”
I can taste the roasted coffee, and the apples made of toffee,
In the evening breeze that blows through all the windows facing west.
And this house that has an aura, in this town how I adore her,
Shines of light and light of gold and bronze across this treasure chest.
I can see a large procession, people waiting for a lesson
Or a story ‘bout creation of the stars across the night
Listening in anticipation, faces show all this elation.
Wonderment and peace flow like a river through this town tonight.
I can feel the touch of a face and the radiance of her grace.
The embracing of our arms speaks of love and happy endings.
And the children sit on my knee and their eyes they shine so brightly
As the warm sun says goodnight, the full moon is now ascending.
Life of freedom, no provision, also freedom from religion.
“A jolly good town!” A man would say, “That’s life in Edentown!”
But this vision would be better if I were floating on a feather,
For this place seems but a fairy tale, this life in Edentown.
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