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T'nease Delyons Poem
There is a strange feeling manifesting itself internally.
A psychological connection keeping my mind on a mental erection.
I never imagined feeling this way behind words flashing across a computer
screen, sometimes I wonder, am I losing my mind with this fascination
as I let my imagination intensify with a beautiful sensation through the exchange
of verbal vibrations transformed into typed characters and emotioncons
that illustrate feelings we can't relate face to face.
When the essence of stimulation lies in the heart of sincere passion, where
desires meet and dance with the opportunities to create motion to feed the
notion of that which is thought but never spoken, that which is felt but never
shown, where verbs, adverbs, and adjectives come alive.
Where desolate souls sometimes meet and find the true power of desire by
touching each other mentally.
Where a quest for knowledge replace lust, Understanding replaces fuss, and
curiosity replaces loneliness.
Two destined souls forever inclined to spring, wondering what, if any this union
might bring.
As we get lost in the abyss of cyber space, will you join me and allow your mind
to transcend that which is known into the unknown.
If I hold out my hand will you follow me into the mouth of the Matrix?
It is there I will forever be waiting.
MizT
April 2005
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He was a king looking for a queen, a God in search of a Goddess, and he
choose me.
A woman who viewed love as nothing but a hoax, a mere joke.
Me, I’d rather play in a lion’s den before falling in love again and become landlord
to a broken heart.
He was a king looking for a queen, a God in search of a Goddess, and he
choose me. A woman whose capacity to love was damaged, and like an addict
who’d just went thru detox, the thought of loving again, I think not .
But, he was relentless in his pursuit, and determined to love the hurt away and
there was nothing I could say to make him sway.
Aiight, I admit I enjoy the attention and tokens of affection, this man made a
lasting impression, he reached for my hand and touched my soul, loving me in
spite of and not because. Now I can’t stop thinking ‘bout his touch, and when he
isn’t around, I miss him so much, his kisses are a must.
His love is like the spring, calm and gentle –
Renewing, Restoring, and Regenerating, helping my heart to mend and I
couldn’t love him any more than if I’d given birth to him.
By: MizT
March 2006
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Every now and again thoughts of you creep into my mind,
and I strive not to get caught up in the multitude of images
seeping thru my subconscious stemming from one night of passion
that wont let me be.
There are times when I close my eyes, I can feel you.
I feel you like the rays from the sun on a hot summers’s day burning my flesh ‘n’
I find myself wanting you
My body starts yearning for the feeling you induced ‘n’
I find myself needing you like the air I breathe,
needing you to come back to douse embers left burning my nucleus.
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