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The Sweet Enchantress
Love is like the burning candle,
Kindled by two hearts;
Hearts that find their fullness,
In oneness.
Hearts that are bound
By the golden threads of love,
Are hearts that are inseparable;
Pining for each other in separation.
Love illuminates the way ahead of you,
Rendering true worth to every moment of your life
Imparting warmth in the chilly winter of your life.
Love is the sun that melts the snow,
To reveal the beauty of the snow-clad mountains;
Love is the rock that smashes the shell,
To reveal the precious pearl that lies within.
Kindled by two hearts;
Hearts that find their fullness,
In oneness.
Hearts that are bound
By the golden threads of love,
Are hearts that are inseparable;
Pining for each other in separation.
Love illuminates the way ahead of you,
Rendering true worth to every moment of your life
Imparting warmth in the chilly winter of your life.
Love is the sun that melts the snow,
To reveal the beauty of the snow-clad mountains;
Love is the rock that smashes the shell,
To reveal the precious pearl that lies within.
That One Person....
That one person....
The one that comes into your life unexpectedly, the one who somehow seems to wake you up, as if you had been in some sort of coma your whole life until they showed up and snapped you out of it.
Reality deepens, colors are more colorful, vision is clearer, tastes are tastier. And everything just seems to mean more.
And you notice things, like that tree in the back yard that's been there for a million years, and you used to climb it sometimes when you were a kid, but as you got older, it just sort of became part of the scenery, the backdrop, but....
Now you notice it again, and look at it, feel the rough texture of the bark, and you wonder "How have I missed this for so long?"
That one person that makes you understand that life is not biology, it's not cells and oxygen and neurons and respiration, it's -- something sacred and meaningful and there to be cherished.
That one person who holds your hand, and -- for just one moment, as foolish and silly and unrealistic as it is -- you just know nothing can ever go wrong again.
And then it stays like that for another moment, ten moments, a thousand moments.
That one person who can see inside your every thought, your every hope and dream and fear and even the bad stuff, and they keep smiling and say "I love you" and you know it's true, even though you wonder how can anyone love you this much....?
That one person who sticks in your head and helps you go to sleep even when they're hundreds of miles away....
That one person, whose breath, whose heartbeat, becomes almost synchronized with your own....
That one person....
What do you do when they're gone forever....?
The one that comes into your life unexpectedly, the one who somehow seems to wake you up, as if you had been in some sort of coma your whole life until they showed up and snapped you out of it.
Reality deepens, colors are more colorful, vision is clearer, tastes are tastier. And everything just seems to mean more.
And you notice things, like that tree in the back yard that's been there for a million years, and you used to climb it sometimes when you were a kid, but as you got older, it just sort of became part of the scenery, the backdrop, but....
Now you notice it again, and look at it, feel the rough texture of the bark, and you wonder "How have I missed this for so long?"
That one person that makes you understand that life is not biology, it's not cells and oxygen and neurons and respiration, it's -- something sacred and meaningful and there to be cherished.
That one person who holds your hand, and -- for just one moment, as foolish and silly and unrealistic as it is -- you just know nothing can ever go wrong again.
And then it stays like that for another moment, ten moments, a thousand moments.
That one person who can see inside your every thought, your every hope and dream and fear and even the bad stuff, and they keep smiling and say "I love you" and you know it's true, even though you wonder how can anyone love you this much....?
That one person who sticks in your head and helps you go to sleep even when they're hundreds of miles away....
That one person, whose breath, whose heartbeat, becomes almost synchronized with your own....
That one person....
What do you do when they're gone forever....?
The Dance
The warmth of his breathe against my cheek.
Sends passions throughout my soul.
Waking many senses that my heart has hidden.
The taste of bittersweet on my lips.
As he kissed my mouth with deep passion.
His warm hands moved down my body.
Softly touching my breast.
Oh what a song of sweetness dancing in my mind.
The warmth of his body touching my flesh.
The flames dance around us as we melt into each other.
Our hearts beat as one the dance is on.
Desires build, hotter and hotter.
As we danced with passion,In each others arms.
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Sends passions throughout my soul.
Waking many senses that my heart has hidden.
The taste of bittersweet on my lips.
As he kissed my mouth with deep passion.
His warm hands moved down my body.
Softly touching my breast.
Oh what a song of sweetness dancing in my mind.
The warmth of his body touching my flesh.
The flames dance around us as we melt into each other.
Our hearts beat as one the dance is on.
Desires build, hotter and hotter.
As we danced with passion,In each others arms.
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A Flower Is Nature's Kiss
To plant a flower on the lips
of someone so divine,
brings on the Music of the Spheres,
and causes Stars to shine.
It brings the Moon into the Sky;
it flames the Sun above;
it puts the Planets in their paths
and gives them all a shove.
To pick a flower from the lips
of one who is so sweet,
impels the Earth upon its course;
stands Humans on their feet.
It frees the Birds into the Sky;
the Fish into the Sea;
it brings the Light into the World,
and breathes the Life in Me.
of someone so divine,
brings on the Music of the Spheres,
and causes Stars to shine.
It brings the Moon into the Sky;
it flames the Sun above;
it puts the Planets in their paths
and gives them all a shove.
To pick a flower from the lips
of one who is so sweet,
impels the Earth upon its course;
stands Humans on their feet.
It frees the Birds into the Sky;
the Fish into the Sea;
it brings the Light into the World,
and breathes the Life in Me.
Love's Risk
There is a risk involved in everything
Everytime you share a smile
Everytime you shed a tear
You are opening yourself up to hurt.
Some people tread slowly through life,
Avoiding the risk closeness brings,
Side-stepping the things they can't understand
Turning away from those who care too much,
those who care stay too long, those who hold too tightly.
There is never an easy way to love
You can not approach it cautiously
It will not wait for you to arm yourself.
It does not care if you turn away
it is everywhere, it is everything.
Love is the greatest of all risks.
It is not reliable, it is not cautious, it is not sympathetic.
It is unprejudiced and unmerciless.
It strikes the strongest of mind,
and brings them to their knees in one blow.
Even in the best of times, love hurts.
It hurts to need, it hurts to belong,
It hurts to become the other part of someone else,
without either of your consent.
But, from the moment it overtakes you,
it hurts worse to be all alone.
The risk of love never depletes;
It grows stronger and more dangerous with time.
But, it is in this total surrender of all defense,
That we, no matter weak or strong, no matter willing or captive,
no matter what, we truly experience love.
Despite the many things love is not, outweighing it all are the things that love
is. Love is surrender without a loss; it is a gift without the cost. It consumes
your every thought and your every desire,
every breath you take.
It is the fire that fuels you to do more than pass through life;
it urges you to live.
No matter the outcome, having felt love, you will never be the same.
It may scar your heart and soul and leave you only memories of forever.
Or, it may cause every day of your life to feel like there is no need for
tomorrow. But, love, it is worth it, it is worth the risk...
for in all of life, it is truly the only risk worth taking.
Everytime you share a smile
Everytime you shed a tear
You are opening yourself up to hurt.
Some people tread slowly through life,
Avoiding the risk closeness brings,
Side-stepping the things they can't understand
Turning away from those who care too much,
those who care stay too long, those who hold too tightly.
There is never an easy way to love
You can not approach it cautiously
It will not wait for you to arm yourself.
It does not care if you turn away
it is everywhere, it is everything.
Love is the greatest of all risks.
It is not reliable, it is not cautious, it is not sympathetic.
It is unprejudiced and unmerciless.
It strikes the strongest of mind,
and brings them to their knees in one blow.
Even in the best of times, love hurts.
It hurts to need, it hurts to belong,
It hurts to become the other part of someone else,
without either of your consent.
But, from the moment it overtakes you,
it hurts worse to be all alone.
The risk of love never depletes;
It grows stronger and more dangerous with time.
But, it is in this total surrender of all defense,
That we, no matter weak or strong, no matter willing or captive,
no matter what, we truly experience love.
Despite the many things love is not, outweighing it all are the things that love
is. Love is surrender without a loss; it is a gift without the cost. It consumes
your every thought and your every desire,
every breath you take.
It is the fire that fuels you to do more than pass through life;
it urges you to live.
No matter the outcome, having felt love, you will never be the same.
It may scar your heart and soul and leave you only memories of forever.
Or, it may cause every day of your life to feel like there is no need for
tomorrow. But, love, it is worth it, it is worth the risk...
for in all of life, it is truly the only risk worth taking.
Poetry: Our Lover's Waltz
Our Lover’s Waltz
© 2007 All Rights Reserved
CreativeVibes
You mesmerized me with your throaty voice
Your flirty eyes, flirty ways when first we met
Believe me, New York, I won’t forget
You slow danced me on the grass, under the starless sky
Your touch filled me with electric pluses; I won’t deny
I wanted to be laid on the grass, right there, right then
I knew the feel of you would stay on my skin
I knew we’d make love, I wanted you, craved you
You had my body, my mind, I didn’t want a choice
Alas, we danced loves full embrace
© 2007 All Rights Reserved
CreativeVibes
You mesmerized me with your throaty voice
Your flirty eyes, flirty ways when first we met
Believe me, New York, I won’t forget
You slow danced me on the grass, under the starless sky
Your touch filled me with electric pluses; I won’t deny
I wanted to be laid on the grass, right there, right then
I knew the feel of you would stay on my skin
I knew we’d make love, I wanted you, craved you
You had my body, my mind, I didn’t want a choice
Alas, we danced loves full embrace
When words are all we have...
Coming home this evening, I looked to the north. The clouds were an astounding mix of lavender and grey surrounding the thrust of the tower of the cement factory, so stark, etched against the evening. Slightly west, still cloudy, the sky shone white hot against the grey, none of the reds of sunset here, just light. Hot white light to burn the eyes and soul in a body.
The day has been long. Productive but numbing in its infinite shifts and stumbles. Two auditions, one a talent I want to hire; the other someone so filled with her own brilliance she cannot perform; hadn't even the nous to correct herself with an "I'm sorry, I'll read that again" when fracturing a sentence beyond understanding. I have three more applications in: two men and one more woman but I'll deal with them on Monday.
Next week is already full. Interviews for Monday /Tuesday/ Wednesday afternoons. People calling and asking to be part of my show. And in between I need to pull a hundred songs and watch at least two films to do the reviews. And I need to record and produce another six hurricane hints. The show for tomorrow night is ready. Running order set, the features all pulled together and edited. Ahead of the game.
The new announcer will go solo tomorrow - without me there to hold her hand. I will be asleep. Dreaming sultry dreams of treasures deeply buried in my subconscious waiting to be routed into day. Or not dreaming at all. Tossing in a tangle of overheated sheets and pale green mesh that clings to sweat damp limbs like ivy, like fresh mown grass. The night is still, is hot and even moving just my fingers here, sweat pearls and slicks me down with salt, shorn hair doing its utmost to tendril on my nape. Perhaps I should let it grow and curl itself about and see just how draining total silver will be against my skin. I'll think on it - at least two weeks before I will feel the urge to rake it back down to my skull again.
I thirst. And hate the bland non-taste of water in my mouth. I yearn for spice, for tang and texture, not just thirst but hunger a need almost, for...what? I ate a meal, adequate if uninspired, drank tea, drank water, ate some cheese and still I feel an empty wantingness within. Or would that be a wanting emptiness? Semantics breed a world of trouble for us, words misused, misunderstood, destroy the world piecemeal. They could be the cement that makes us strong, cohesive, clinging one unto the other cleaving close, comfort in our grasp at last. Poor humans. Let's look north and see the clouds. There is such beauty in their grey-tinged lavender. I can almost smell its clean perfume.
The day has been long. Productive but numbing in its infinite shifts and stumbles. Two auditions, one a talent I want to hire; the other someone so filled with her own brilliance she cannot perform; hadn't even the nous to correct herself with an "I'm sorry, I'll read that again" when fracturing a sentence beyond understanding. I have three more applications in: two men and one more woman but I'll deal with them on Monday.
Next week is already full. Interviews for Monday /Tuesday/ Wednesday afternoons. People calling and asking to be part of my show. And in between I need to pull a hundred songs and watch at least two films to do the reviews. And I need to record and produce another six hurricane hints. The show for tomorrow night is ready. Running order set, the features all pulled together and edited. Ahead of the game.
The new announcer will go solo tomorrow - without me there to hold her hand. I will be asleep. Dreaming sultry dreams of treasures deeply buried in my subconscious waiting to be routed into day. Or not dreaming at all. Tossing in a tangle of overheated sheets and pale green mesh that clings to sweat damp limbs like ivy, like fresh mown grass. The night is still, is hot and even moving just my fingers here, sweat pearls and slicks me down with salt, shorn hair doing its utmost to tendril on my nape. Perhaps I should let it grow and curl itself about and see just how draining total silver will be against my skin. I'll think on it - at least two weeks before I will feel the urge to rake it back down to my skull again.
I thirst. And hate the bland non-taste of water in my mouth. I yearn for spice, for tang and texture, not just thirst but hunger a need almost, for...what? I ate a meal, adequate if uninspired, drank tea, drank water, ate some cheese and still I feel an empty wantingness within. Or would that be a wanting emptiness? Semantics breed a world of trouble for us, words misused, misunderstood, destroy the world piecemeal. They could be the cement that makes us strong, cohesive, clinging one unto the other cleaving close, comfort in our grasp at last. Poor humans. Let's look north and see the clouds. There is such beauty in their grey-tinged lavender. I can almost smell its clean perfume.
4 Grand in One Night!
This is to all those who think stripping is "demeaning to women."
So last night me and my crew landed in an ah *cough* Gentleman's Club *cough* and were enjoyin' the scenery and a couple o' brew.
Now one of my curious crew members asked one of the ladies how she was doin' tonight (money-wise). She replied $700 so far, pretty much an average night.
Later on we were standin' outside talkin' with one of the bouncers who informed us that these ladies can bring in upwards of $4000 in one night... thats a 5 to 6 hour shift people!
Now I get a flashback of my summer job back in the day. I got payed maybe $100 a day (that's 12 hours btw) for sucking blackwater (a very nice term for something that isn't nice) outta' boats. You tell me which job is demeaning.
Bottom line is:
- These girls are payed damn good money.
- They are treated with respect in the clubs.
- Just like any other dance, stripping is an art form that is becoming popular even in the world of fitness.
Sounds demeaning to me...
- Damage
So last night me and my crew landed in an ah *cough* Gentleman's Club *cough* and were enjoyin' the scenery and a couple o' brew.
Now one of my curious crew members asked one of the ladies how she was doin' tonight (money-wise). She replied $700 so far, pretty much an average night.
Later on we were standin' outside talkin' with one of the bouncers who informed us that these ladies can bring in upwards of $4000 in one night... thats a 5 to 6 hour shift people!
Now I get a flashback of my summer job back in the day. I got payed maybe $100 a day (that's 12 hours btw) for sucking blackwater (a very nice term for something that isn't nice) outta' boats. You tell me which job is demeaning.
Bottom line is:
- These girls are payed damn good money.
- They are treated with respect in the clubs.
- Just like any other dance, stripping is an art form that is becoming popular even in the world of fitness.
Sounds demeaning to me...
- Damage
Love
In one of Tyler Perry's Play's. Tyler who play's Madina talks about how it is better to be alone, then to be with someone that is not right for you, and for instance having them live in your house, and you don't even know why they are there. What they are their for. Then you still feel a void, and you are miserable. So I take it like this it is truly better to love your self, respect your self, and know it is better to be alone, and happy then to just be with someone just so you are not alone. You have to stand on your own to feet everyday. I suggest if you have not seen that play that was made into a movie. You Should.
Trust
I made the mistake of getting into something that wasn't good. I knew it wasn't good in the begining. I am so stupid that I could kick myself in the butt a few hundred times maybe that would wake my brain up.
I did learn something this time it took a few pains of the heart to actually learn a lesson I guess I needed to learn.
I started talking to a man who was married I got caught up in the words he used. I did meet him and he was very nice. But something inside told me not to go there so I didn't. I still talked to him on emails promised him I wouldn't leave his side for anything. Bad promise I finally did what I should have done from the start and told him that I didn't have any trust in him. 0 is what I put in that email. Told him that I couldn't talk to him anymore tell he got a divorce and get rid of the other women he was talking to.
Now I am sure that I couldn't trust him,because I set up another account in another name and put him in my favorites over on the other site. Wrong or not I did what I needed to do for myself. To see if this man was telling me the truth. He wasn't So I ended the online friendship with that in mind. I cryed because I always cry when losing someone in my life. I am emotional inside and out. Can't help it I trust everyone and always get hurt. My heart hurts right now bad but I do know I did what was the best before it went any father down the line. I am grateful that God gave me this lesson a few times. Now I can move on look for someone that is right for me and not looking for someone else to build their egos up.
Not every man is this way only a few. But I tend to trust the bad and ugly before I trust the good and sweet. Remember something in your life if you don't remember nothing else. Love is for two people who share the same things inside the heart. When you are looking look with your heart and head and listen to your head first......your heart always loves...and doesn't have eyes.. and common sence. love you all
Mary
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