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~Fate Calling~18:55 Nov 30 2013
Times Read: 374
Silence your heart and relax dear child...
Know of your truth.. let your emotions run wild...
Fear not what this world holds for you...
Know that you are different.. one of the few...
Look to the winds and you shall find your kiss...
An occurring thought.. a soul to miss...
Stay focused so not to miss your next move...
Allow yourself to breathe, you have nothing to prove...
You have worked hard and deserve a break...
This is your time.. a moment to take...
Believe of the words that you take the time to create...
The words of joy.. of sorrow.. of your inevitable fate...
~Embracing Mission~16:30 Nov 26 2013
Times Read: 377
The spirits are strong..
Swirling in the air…
No sense of hurry..
No sense of despair…
They sing..
They dance..
They talk to the ones who will listen…
Often the spirits..
Will have their own mission…
Quietly they sit..
As they wait for the next soul…
Who is ready to cross over..
In to the spirit role…
Take for instance the man that lies in his bed…
He talks of his life..
The thoughts in his head…
The closer he come to his time of passing..
Is when the spirits begin the surge of amassing…
I often can feel as they swirl around…
Rarely do I see..
But I can hear of their sound…
It is the presence of energy..
That fills my minds eye…
Sometimes I rejoice..
Other times I cry…
The intense feelings often fill up my space..
But always do I welcome the spiritual embrace~
~The Tearful Dance~19:13 Nov 16 2013
Times Read: 387
The tearful dance it happens in private…
Its not one of fear or the feeling of irate…
No, instead, it is one of a deep awakening…
As her body releases all of her quaking…
Perhaps the drops come from the feeling of solitude…
Perhaps it’s the feeling of emotions by the multitude…
So many view her as a strong silent woman…
But really her tears come from loss and confusion…
Very few see this side of her soul…
As she quietly hides the stories untold…
So much is stored within her silent heart…
There shall only be one that can tear her apart…
That soul will have the ability to know how to dig deep…
As this woman’s heart shall continue to weep…
Will the day come and allow her to share?
All the pain in her life that few could bare…
Shall she be stripped of all that she hides?
Or shall she still hold them close.. so deep inside…
Perhaps in time her fate shall be seen…
For now this woman, she lives in her dreams…
Her heart it cries its silent song…
As she continues to appear so willful and strong…
But when the night comes to leave her in darkness…
The tearful dance shall continue its process…
~Blowing Energy~18:56 Nov 11 2013
Times Read: 398
Its possible for energy to reach out and consume a great many of things...
It is the touch of another that makes my heart so sing...
To feel the electricity pass through me in volts...
That is what causes my soul to stir as my body jolts...
Now I know there are a few that wonder what I speak...
Some say I am odd.. a few say a freak...
And they would be right on both accounts...
Its the energy that flows through me that causes me to pounce...
The waves of the current can create a new vitality...
Yes, don't worry I am still referring to sexuality...
This is sounding like babble and becoming too much...
Perhaps it is time to move on.. with the story and such...
But before we move forward and on with the show...
Let me say.. take hold of the energy and don't ever let go...
~Chance Meeting~19:12 Nov 06 2013
Times Read: 406
Keeping in reference to my Haunting Thought.. I have decided to post a poem written after another chance meeting in the hospital. It was a good day.. and still is~
It’s a simple kind of man that truly appreciates this world…
The kind of man that’s traveled the earth wielding his sword…
Its fate that caused my meeting of this man…
I knew it in an instant when I touched of his hand…
He wanted nothing more than a moment of time…
It was those simple moments that caused this peaceful rhyme…
He showed me his talent.. He is quite the artist you know…
It was his words and his art that caused my emotions to grow…
See this man named Dennis whose body was ill…
Was in need of something not found in a pill…
I sat for a moment and tried not to stare…
At the old grey strands that braided his long hair...
After a few moments with this man that I had just met…
His eyes relaxed as he let go his fret…
We spoke of his art.. His life.. And his bike…
I listened as he spoke of the things he did like…
Time had passed quickly and it was time for me to go…
I could see in the end that neither of us felt low…
As I rose from the chair and started to walk…
Dennis smiled with kindness and thanked me for the talk…
“Read me a poem.” He said before I could part…
So I shared with him the story of the man in the heart~
~Excuses~18:40 Nov 04 2013
Times Read: 415
Excuse me..
Could you abuse me..
Im not sure I know how to live a proper life without someone smacking me in every round...
Excuse me..
Could you insult me..
Im not sure I know how to get through life without the negative words to motivate me...
Excuse me..
Could you assault me..
Im not sure I know how to fully enjoy the pleasure of the flesh without fighting another off...
Excuse me..
Could you use me..
Im not sure I know how to survive a day without being taken advantage of...
Excuse me..
Could you excuse me...
For now I know that I am worth far more than
you give me credit for..
I am the woman of strength that now knows
how to fight against the demons of the world...
So now..
You must..
EXCUSE THE HELL OUT OF ME~
~Soul Brewing~19:38 Nov 03 2013
Times Read: 421
The heart cries out its wants and desires…
As the world around her seems to collapse to rubble…
Her mind turns to mush as she ponders the words…
Will she sustain her strength.. Or shall she just crumble…
The thoughts.. The words.. The feelings take hold…
As her soul cries out in hopes she heard…
So often we search for the truth in our lives…
This woman though fears her vision is blurred…
“Awake now damn it,” she loudly begs…
As her heart cries more she feels a weakness begin…
There will be a time for the solemn truth…
For now this woman sheds her thick skin…
Be careful.. Tread lightly.. She is a bit fragile…
With a turn of the clock though, she will wake anew…
But buried in her soul she will quietly hide…
Her thoughts.. Her desires shall quietly brew...
~Warrior~15:28 Nov 02 2013
Times Read: 434
Quietly she tries to hide herself from the world...
Her soul exhausted.. her mind is swirled...
Every move made upon this game of chess...
Makes her feel as though her life is a mess...
Softly the tears.. they fall down her face...
Begging redemption to save her sweet grace...
Every new day makes her feel more alone...
Fighting the darkness.. the demons unknown...
Again she begs into the sweet night air...
To release of these worries.. to give herself care...
Her body is trapped in a world of un-want...
Her mind swirls more as the demons do taunt...
With a loud cry out she lashes at them...
She will not be beaten.. she shall not condemn...
Once again she rises herself up high...
Ready to fight.. her eyes now dry...
And so it moves into a brand new day...
The demons retreating.. into the shadows they'll stay...
She shall be ready for the next new fight...
That often comes from deep in the night...
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