Love is breath, it makes us feel alive, it gives us all the joy that makes us want to cry.
Love is you, all the little things you do, you lift me high and make all my moments feel so clear and high.
Loving you is so true, true love that never makes me blue, you make all of me feel good.
Love, you are like the breath of life, each day we have gives us more love that fills the air.
Loving you is so true, true love that never makes me blue, you make all of me feel good.
Love is God, for true love is something we feel and breathe with our true love.
May we live each day with love breath, and love, and peace, all the days of our lives.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
As the deer longs for running streams—
Therese missed chocolate éclair creams
That’ll make sense if you see her movie
by St. Luke Productions — it is groovy! :)
But in the last scene, her soul rose above—
her prior statement, proclaiming True Love!
Thanks for being you
Thank you for the joy you bring
Thanks for being true
Thank you for wearing my ring
I thank you for everything
Mel Gibson, Roseanne Barr, Jim Carry, Nick Cage, Jim Caviezel at every stage all Are par-exellence there are
Singers too' Roger Waters Iyah May are
Driving through, Van Morrison Eric Clapton, they know the score; its true! i advise they form a syndicate, we need them sore'
Great examples truth tellers raw.!
When Father-in-law Morden was recalled by his maker,
Family went and visited the undertaker.
Fluffy clouds drifted by late in the month of August,
Summer weather remained pleasant and robust.,
creating a perfect summer day.
The funeral director greeted us with more to say.
We were assailed with more options and cost galore,
prepayments were made, but he wanted more.
Widow Smith stood firm: all expenses were prepaid.
The morticians ploy became pervasive and staid.
With fists clenched, widow was no longer amiable:
“ Morden wanted the cheapest dam thing available!”
Instantly, we four were enveloped, shaken and more
by a blinding burst of lightening and deafening roar. No one had doubt that Morden had spoken!
Nothing else was said, we left by a door left open.
The weather was still bright and just right.
No storm clouds had ever been in sight.
How it feels, to touch the knowledge
That reveals the magic power
See me fluting in the foliage
Like Henry Rousseau’s Snake Charmer
Though no snake crawls up enticed
While I play El Condor Pasa
That’s for better, I surmised
And the wind blew stronger, gusting
Clouds of the pink and blue
Changed their forms with every second
Then I saw the face of you
Laughing : now you got me beckoned!
As I smiled back to reply
Blue turned grey and pink turned red
Withered leaves spun in the sky
Falling on your flower bed..
Leather jacket bowties swoon in summer night
Eyes alight in soft somber roman candle smiles
Running starts into sky diving the coastline in her smile
Painted sky lines of dying suns swirled in amber spread across the embers of daytime
Hanging hopes like fairy light the music of fluttered heartbeats escape into heavy blue scene
Promises, hearted eyes dot the lines where she parked on the lawn
Disguised in possibilities the words so spoken and sweet
Abstract in my thinking the way her way of human has caused me to be
Fine art on the horizon, hair that dances with no invitations for me
Holding my breath for the moment as the dream calls out
Dreamers alight and spread out like birthday candles
All breath, all heights, feet dangle toes touching stars
Floating up, swelling in protest as the downside is all up
It seems obvious to me
That we’ve been here before
But don’t ask me if I see
Who we were so long ago
I think many feel the same
Though they make of it a joke
Once I had a different name
Different tongue I spoke
Once you came down, dressed in satin
We went walking in the park
You bombarded me with Latin
Quoting Horace and Plutarch
You were laughing your head off
In the pouring rain
We were happy, weren’t we, love?
Bring it back again…
When asked if I am home
By those I don't wish to be around
I say that I'm about to leave
I say that i am about to leave
somewhere I know they can't go
Due to the fact
I also have no clue where it
Is that I am going
or when I get there if I'll stay
So instead I say
I'm out of town
Somewhere no one
Would look for me
Or for who I was with
Because I'm with him
Him being the one
Who has shown me these new places
Where we have made
many new memories
In every way possible
He completes me
And it is him
That is the view
From out of town
Because he is home
Away from home
When I am not there when
Some one knocks
Or rings my doorbell
Or puts their ears up to hear
If anyone is there being silent
Is anyone there trying to be quiet
I am not home in my home
But I am home when
I’m With him
Where must these wisps of words lie?
When these limbs are lost and tortured by the taste of touch,
Let the sky hold our voices in a ventura vortex,
I beseech the sun to undress the stars,
our twirling twinkles aren’t meant to be locked in glass jars,
Hopelessly harboring the starvation for your grunts,
If you dare, pierce the navigating needle of night
Torment the twisted thread of the moon,
Sew the silhouette of our songs into the slopes of my skin,
Sultry seamster, sway the sounds of unspeakable sins,
Deep into the hidden places where I begin,
Make a madness out of my resisting lips until they comply
Corrupt the parts I pretend to play,
“a damsel in deny.”
Don’t let the sheets speak of the heat I hide,
When the tailored tints on these thighs were stolen for a reckless joyride,
Guide my graze along the spine of your abyss,
For the ridges of your lungs left an addictive ambiance,
Venomous ventriloquist, versed to veil the vixen of the vapors.
TOUT EST VRAI
(Everything Is True)
Headlights sweep
Across your face
The highway
Close
The motel's gate
So tired from the drtive
I lie
But sleep
Has passed me by
In haste
Inside a globe
This endless snow
Trapped inside
With me, I know
The ceiling climbs
The walls give way
You lay like snow
The lights retreat
If you could go
Would you leave
Be safe inside
From night's long reach
Yesterday
"Tout est vrai"
I shook the globe
Where snow just lay
Wth no escape
Unless it breaks
A storm now rises in the east
Patient, kind, yet so often so passionate.
You always make me feel so content.
Giving you peace and pleasure is my intent.
Our feelings for each other are so ornate.
Calm, composed, yet at times so dominant.
The way you speak to me is always erotic:
In every sense your love is pure magic.
You remind me there's no reason to resent.
Confident, soft-hearted, and open-minded.
Even whenever I feel our ship's departed,
You reach for me in same ways we started.
With you I feel our ages are rewinded.
Everything you are: two sides of same coin.
I love how together we are more ourselves.
Our poems for each other shall fill shelves.
I know in every lifetime we shall rejoin.
Your voice is my beloved ocean blue.
Your love makes my aura glow every hue.
You always show me how our love is true.
Like a tide, you wait for me to come to you.
You're my moon, guiding thick and through.
You are the night gently holding me, too.
I am a shooting star granting wishes for you.
Like our love, our souls: timeless and true.
Your eyes and smile make me feel less blue.
Your tenderness brightens my aura's hue.
You've stayed whenever I was in deep rue.
Like the Earth, you orbit me, and I orbit you.
Your patient, forgiving soul reminds me too:
I as well can be just as deeply loving as you.
Your love makes me want to follow through
With all things our souls are set out to do.
Always loved by you.
I was with you thick and through
In every lifetime.
In our every moment now,
There's our love's eternal vow.
AS I LAY SLEEPING
As I lay sleeping
I feel your arms encircle me
As I stir in my sleep
Our bodies are skin on skin
My body is slowly starting to wake
As your fingertips gently
Caresses my face and arms
As I lay sleeping
I hear you whisper my name
While telling me how much
I meant to you
My body relaxes against yours
With the knowledge that
I am safe in your arms
As I lay sleeping
I softly turn towards you
As you gently kiss
my ear down to my neck
As I lay sleeping
You gently tell me to go back to sleep
As you will be there in the morning light.
Original Poem by
Linda Franklin
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