IMAGES OF YOU Some speak of those of similar traits As they are bound to find themselves Sealed in an embrace. If I were searching For a mirrored image of myself, If I were searching in and of itself, It wouldn't be such madness. I could emphasize a multitude Of reasons why this premise Is nothing but one's nemesis, As if this true I'd be content Alone in my solitude. I will contemplate however, A sparkly mind, A mind that's never Of ordinary kind. A graceful voice, That speaks with life, Of truth and choice And love and strife. A blissful smile That warms my heart, Elegant in style Like precious art. A genuine curiosity That leads to self invention A tamed ferocity That needs no intervention. Someone that can hold my mind, Caress and feed it with their wisdom Someone that will respect my freedom And other merits of such kind, But all of these sound admittedly familiar In essence all they reall
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I WANT NOTHING MORE I want nothing more than To know of your closeness, Passionate at times and at times kind. Like a summer thunderstorm maybe, And at times like a faint pink tinge to the sky The sun leaves behind before it says goodnight. A loud bang within the leeway of a church bell at times, And at times a quiet whisper of the wind That travels lightly through my fingers spread wide Outside the window, As to feel what can't be seen. Sweet melody of the early morning birds, Or at times a symphony of crickets. I want nothing more than To know of your closeness, Elegant and appeasing. Like a silk scarf slipping away And wrapping around my soul at times, And at times like the calm ocean waves Gently embracing the rocks at dusk. I want nothing more than To know of your closeness, At times.
Guardian of my Solitude My beginning, my sweet and my grasp, I stand today before you simple and humble. Rich as the earth beneath my feet And unfurl as the sky at last. As you embrace my thoughts, my sweet, I entrust them with you, To carry them with the outmost consideration, As they embrace you endlessly. I will not ask (nor want) of you to shelter me, Thus this is not your task. I am my own spirit, free and untrammeled. And with your own I choose to be close, Deep within oceans blue, And far across mysterious glades. We will not compromise our distinctiveness, As we'll remain untainted in our togetherness. And if you choose to be close or far, my sweet, You shall remain.. Guardian of my Solitude. - Picture by
AS LOVERS SHOULD Time is standing still and I am counting hours… hours of ardent desire that distance has denied me. I don't want to write about how I feel. I want to sing about it, paint about it, dance about it… I want to live about it… no! words wouldn't suffice. And if I could then, somehow, share it with you, even for a moment's worth, I am gratified. Indulge with me as my desire is unbounded, Unfolding like a ancient war song. We'll sing about it marching to our own drums, Primitive drums that match the beating of our hearts. We''ll paint about in emblematic nuances. Our sky, a Maya Blue, will never fade, We'll loose ourselves in Tyrian Purple sheets, Contemplating White Lead mornings, Brighter than a gleaming streak of light. We''ll dance about it sealed in The Sweetest Taboo, Lost in Passionate Kisses Arousing Principles of Lust and ecstatic Shinning Light. Then we can live about it, As l
GUARDIAN OF MY SOLITUDE Today my thoughts were overwhelmingly familiar and passionate. Heart Matters has opened an otherworldly door that allowed me to understand my own compound. I realize now with clear discernment that my soul is not of this time. It yarns for familiar feelings not altered by my contemporary mind. And so somewhere in the middle, the conflict grows substantially large between the mind and the soul. There are days, more often than not, when my mind is absent as my soul craves the sweetness of times long past. As familiar as the feeling is, as pragmatically impossible it is for me to have lived those emotions in this earthly life. The heaviness of the passion that fills my veins feeding from centuries of memories is new and frighting to my mind but to my soul it is orderly natural. I understand now the contradiction and I embrace it abandoning my mind. I missed her today like an inner part of my being that was astray. I was craving her toda
VIVIAN I spent the evening saying goodbye forever to a person I never met but who had a great impact on my life for the past 4 years. A beautiful tribute to a life well spent with "love, compassion, kindness, confidence and selflessness" as her son described it during the beautiful service. After my first divorce I was looking for a place to stay and through blessed circumstances I moved in this house that instantly felt like home. I felt like I belong, a place I can call home. I never met the owner of the house as she had moved out to a nursing facility due to an illness. I often heard stories about the sweet lady that used to live there from my neighbors and sometimes I would learn about her from her son with whom I was in contact through the living arrangement. I moved in on a hot summer day right before my 27th birthday. She had left behind a number of items including a large number of Christmas decorations. Although I love Christmas it has always been particularly
LET THE LITTLE GIRL WALK FREE... Today my thoughts were wondering astray and though I would orderly redirect them in my focused anxiety, today astray felt peaceful. I wondered on sweet childhood avenues for a while remembering the innocence of those days, the happiness and simplicity. However much I miss the little girl I once was, she still lives in me, very much alive lately. I love the little girl. My happy memories go as far as the age of 12. Nostalgic remembrances, they sometimes paradoxically ground me. They remind me of all the things that shaped the essence that now makes up my life. Curios creature, always discovering, fascinated by the smallest things most people don't even notice. I held on to that as I stepped into maturity constrained to filling bigger grown-ups shoes. Every once in a while I take the shoes off and let the little girl walk free…and nothings feels more lively and real than the hidden worlds she has shown to me. - Theatre of Dreams -
I AM NEW As dark and cold as the night is, I feel warm and calm, not like the calm before the storm but like a peaceful July morning. And I so often choose the darkness hours. She is contradictory reassuring as I have never embraced creating as much as I do since we inevitably collided worlds. Creating has always reminded me of sorrow and pain, the mark of earlier days... days I've long forgotten. Her uniquely beautiful creative talent has made me embrace what I once worked so hard to leave behind. I am no longer a mirrored image of my father. I am familiarly new. I am not by far the woman I should've been but the one I'm creating constantly. She is a gift herself that I love unwrapping again and again, as there's always something new inside. Elegant, genuine and vivacious she is. It is only natural that I so seemingly allowed myself to be weak and vulnerable. She speaks of heart matters… and I listen. I am new. - Dark
HEART MATTERS ~ ♡ ~ Dream-like figure barely touching the ground, Moving seamlessly with the air, Your arms' movements shape the space around you Leaving streams of light behind, Slowly fading as you walk towards my lips. Anticipation inundates my arteries With streams of passion. I can hear my own heart beating in my brain As if it was part of my skull. Silence. “Am I still breathing?” I grasp for air, Briefly separating my lips Only to feel the softness of your wet mouth Rapidly colliding with mine. My arms lock around your back And I feel the warmth of your skin on mine. I can't hear my heart beating anymore... My brain is filled with waves of pleasure That shoot down into my feet And right back up into my brain Neverending electricity, That makes my tongue explore Every inch of your red lips. My fingertips run slowly Down on the small of your back, And up between your shoulder blades Softly pressing against