Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

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Taste my Forbidden Fruit.

From the tree it fell from.

Careful not to cross Me,

I may strike.

For I am

Lilith.

Wife Of Adam.

Created from the same earth.

Before Eve.

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All the Dreams that this jar once held

have been Shattered.

Is it possible to put Shattered Glass back together?

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Glass like a Relationship is Fragile.

It must be Handled with Great Love and Care.

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What happens when One drops the Glass?

Can they Both Carefully pick up those Shattered pieces

and try to Mend them Back Together?

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Is it Possible?

Is it Worth It?

Would it just be easier to sweep it up

and throw it away.

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This Sacred jar has Shattered once before.

How many times can glass be glued back together

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many when there is Love.

Dancing flames

As  the candle was lit

the flame began to dance.

The request had been sent.

Spirits gathered.

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As the music began

they took their seats in the gallery of the theater.

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As their two bodies embraced

they became one.

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As their tongues touched

their bodies frolicked with delight.

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Vibrations in the air summons all

to the unseen eye.

As they  gently explored each other

their bodies quivered in bliss.

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Vibrant  colors swirled around them.

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As the two bodies became one,

the voyeurs from above

intertwined within them.

Darkness

Posted: September 12, 2013 in Color, Darkness, Hue, Poetry, Shades
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Like the stroke of a painbrush,  Darkness washes over me.

The depth of shade varies.

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The Darkness

consumes my

Mind & Spirit.

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I strive for the color to lighten

and as it does,

inevitably the darker hue returns.

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Why is it a constant stuggle to attain a

lighter color?

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Is my path to consist of shades of grey?

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Soul Mates

His hands gently

Touch

my skin

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His lips gently

Touch

mine

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His spirit

Touches

my

Heart & Soul

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Our Spirits

summons those unseen

to

Touch

Our Souls

Dedicated To My Friend, Lover and Soul Mate

The Gods And Goddesses Had A Plan

The Gods And Goddesses Had A Plan

The Gods & Goddesses had a plan

When their Spirits crossed Paths by affiliation

Those above Pointed at Her as she entered into the glass door

and then Pointed at Him as he stood by the counter

It was at that Time

Their Eyes met and it was

Love At First Sight

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The Gods & Goddesses had a plan

they brought this Man and Woman

Together.

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The Gods & Goddesses had a plan

They shall bear Children Together

they shall live Their Lives

they will share many Ups & Downs

When They were Ready to Dissolve

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The Gods & Goddesses had a Plan

To bring this Man,‚ÄĮand this Woman

back Together as Equals and in

Love.

As Time is Infinite

So is Their Love

They Share

They Feel

They Express to One Another

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The Gods & Goddesses Had it Planned All Along.

I Reach Out to Touch You

Reblogged From: Dreamlanddancing.wordress.com

Hand Reaching Out

My words reach out to touch you
in places
No flesh can ever penetrate.

My heart sings songs
whose notes seek
the most moist and pink
recesses of your soul.

My passions fly to you
on wings of every kind,
Fashioned of whimsy
and gentle affection
to hover high above you,
awaiting their moment, to
impale themselves deeply
into the most inaccessible crevices
of your Mind,
furrowing ever deeper
ever wetter, seeking
the origin of your
hidden desires,
dripping nectar of WonderLust
and oil of Onan.

That my words inquisitively violate
your ears like my fingers
tickling your lobes
As I feel the lips of your brain
wrap themselves around
me.

Searching for that
Sweet Spot…
Deep inside
Your Psyche.
In a Place before Words.
Before Ideas.
Before Thought.
Just This,
Only This.

Our Hearts Touch.
Our spirits mingle
and explore each other
like children playing Doctor.

Wherever we can hide.
Whenever we can steal the time.
When we are apart

I go to those secret places
we’ve known.
Those affectionately curious
dirty places that know not of shame,
or guilt, or Sin or Regret.

http://dreamlanddancing.wordpress.com/2013/06/09/i-reach-out-to-touch-you/