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Within the blood-red nature of this rose,
Runs sap of life - without impediment,
A scarlet ruffle, in the sunshine grows,
Amidst the thorns of our bewilderment,
That blooms in Spring, before the Winter snows,
Banish Autumn, and the flowers' raiment,
To Time;- as long forgotten love affairs;-
Her billets-doux, the wind takes unawares.




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Headlights shine on rain slicken roads
Dotted lines and yellow ribbons glow
Staying between them steady as she goes
Mile after mile going all night
The darkness has only been growing
My thoughts are weighing me down
Waiting to see you again
When I find my way back home
In a quiet country where knowing
When we will be together again
I’ve been gone a long, long time
Drifting from one life to another
Picking up after all the broken lies
Shattered dreams in fields gone by
As helpless now as I am somehow
You have always saved me a seat
Your table overflowing fruits of love
Shared in the harvest gained from above
Maybe, maybe we have something
Created like we had the first time
When we fell down and laughed
In the tall green grasses of late spring
And somewhere in between found love

Life is great. Oh no its not.
You have not seen or wish you forgot.
Not just me it's reality you just don't tell.
Just because it's safe to do so they say.
Bite the hand that feeds will not succeed.
Said priest to altar boy in the basement.
Amen

I love the internet
Have been coming here to get what I wanted to get
Halloween and Christmas fortune cookies, Rap snacks, Herr's Deep Dish Curls
45 records I could give a whirl
Sharing my writings on here
But some troll made it clear
Even here you are not as safe as it seems
We'll do stuff to you that will make you want to scream
So I was forced to change my password and then forgot
Should have written it down, and now I'm hot
I'm mcradloff who has to use daradloff instead
But at least the new password is still in my head!

When you fall in love, it's an amazing feeling.

But when your Soul fall's in love,
Wow, the world becomes alive again.

The falling of winter leaves becomes a wonder.

You look around and really see the beauty that is Life.

I am suddenly very alive, and walking on Cloud's.

10 years that sure has been a long time now I'm alone but I'm not sad anymore. My heart has grown my mind has lived and knows that I am someone I always wanted to be for sure. I feel now I am like a river that's been living for years but I'm just that bit that goes to the shore. 10 years yes it's been a wild ride with you and even though we are not together anymore we are friends till the end of the world And I'm taking my new steps to find my peace that I've always needed to be cured. I've always thought being alone was sadness and I tip my hat to the days with you that made me feel like I was nailed to the floor. I'm glad you're still my friend and I hope we both find another love for each we live we laugh we learn.

Continuation...........

On the second level, merchants' homes and shops arrayed,
here were homes, of richer bearing, belonging to the more powerful,
mini palaces, with minarets adorning their heads, of purest gold,
the scents of the Orient, here they did waft on the air, intoxicating.
Each scent mingled with the next, inducing peace, a gentle narcotic,
Listen, mighty ones, the sounds of trade ever singing,
these mini palaces had indoor bathing facilities for the inhabitants,
beautiful mini gardens, behind these dwellings, such beauty.

Now look, see in your mind's eye, level three, the communal gardens,
they were lush, green areas, surrounded by Kaleidoscopic colour,
there were shapes and descriptions, of all kinds of exotic plants,
they seemed, painted onto this scene, by a master's hands.
so skillfully crafted, these gardens of love, peaceful to the mind,
there were trees of mighty girth, lifting their many arms in praise of the Gods,
there were secluded, hidden areas, those areas for lovers to be left alone,
indeed, I, as your Bard, I tell you, all desires were catered for.

On the fourth level, homes for the palace staff, grandiose buildings,
virtual palaces, as close as could be to the merchant's homes in style,
from golden window casings, the Badicha plain could be viewed complete,
the inhabitants blessed, the splendour of love's dreams theirs.
In dwellings fit for mighty kings, they lived out their lives.
within your minds, know that all knew love and joy within Alahsar,
These homes had larger bathing areas within,
sounds of joy did ever sound within each dwelling, happy people.

Lords and Ladies, lift up your horns to the splendour that is Alahsar,
to that most beautiful jewel, under a low, midnight sun,
on level five, the king's palace and its vast gardens stand-alone,
the great golden glory, of he, known only as the golden king.
Lift up your horns, all you who hearken to my words,
drink the blessed mead and in your hearts, ever, Alahsar remember,
In one mighty cry may our voices be heard,
"Glory And Honour!!!"

Oh, golden king, your mighty kingdom lives,
Look down mighty king, on all that is yours,
your glorious name through ancient tales remembered,
in infamy or glory, this tale shall tell.
We look back, into an ancient world, long forgotten,
the golden dream of Alahsar facing its greatest trial,
now, hearken close my Lords and Ladies, while my tale unfolds,
come to the greatest wonder, Alahsar.

To Be Continued..........

Entering the therapists’ room I experienced

brief and glimpse encounters

through an aquatic of grappling hands and minds.

Yet all who proclaimed to be healers were stealers.

Among them was the highly acclaimed clairvoyant

trying to penetrate my mind.

 

She became overwhelmed and frustrated

finding no gateway,

abandoning me, as hopeless, mindless and useless

thrusting me towards you

the new boy

in training

untried, untested

and little thought of

too insignificant for their grandeur.

 

You knew that I was being cast off

furthermore thrown into your direction

as unwanted, un-repairable

too broken to restore

opinions of the soothsayer

oracles of false prediction.

 

The teeming room of therapist

glanced on with pity

as they exchanged fistfuls of their clients wealth

“She is covered in blood!

who can go near her” they feared

“You have her” the mystics insisted.

 

You held me in your arms

Then gently seating me down upon the rug

You handed me a colourless bolster bean-filled pillow.

I pressed the pillow close to my chest

hugging it like my own teddy.

You drew in close to me,

asking me to choose a colour for the pillow.

“Vivid light green, a turquoise sea” I responded

“I knew you would choose that shade” you joyfully affirmed.

 

 

Simultaneously I was on board your boat

Buoyantly floating the aquamarine estuary

You held my shoulders, gently rocking me

The boat swayed back and forth

as your healing love journeyed

exploring my complexity

through your sweet unguent scented palms.

Embracing one of your hands

descending it down my torso,

nestling it precariously on the inner part of my thigh

I enticed you into the boat with me.

 

While the elements gently rocked us

Your hand soothingly and sensually

fondled me into a sleepy lull.

With my back inclined into your chest

along with your arms around me I melted

into your caresses.

 

Nuzzling your head

into the curve of my neck and shoulder

we drifted on the calm swaying waters.

We no longer were two separate entities

however had become as one,

encircling the cool flame

of infinite love and peace

flickering through our quintessence

as the healing flame entwined each receptor

infusing the subtle energies

gracefully flowing like liquid gold

exploring our veins and vessels

entwining us like a woven blanket,

a tapestry of bliss.

 

Subsequently

we were curtly interrupted

from our dreamy boat

of tranquillity,

by prodding therapist

with scornful expressions

 “Totally unethical” we heard them murmur with many “tuts”

Yet nothing bothered us...

 

 

Nonetheless we remained serene

plus undisturbed within,

there were no disturbances

within the waters of our existence.

 

You encircled me intimately

wrapping your arms around me firmly.

Your sensual sexuality surged

as you pressed in closely  

upwelling through my spine.

 

Whilst both inhaling

in perfect synchronisation

the presence of the living God

filled our hearts.

When we exhaled together

all the brokenness

plus all the pain dispensed.

With each breath we shared

deeper healing occurred.

 

Trust and bonding grew between us

like two innocent children.

Peace and understanding was ours

to be claimed.

Fear dissipated into the sea

as Christine held us safely in her bowels

Walk past the circus clown with a fake smile plastered on.

Walk past the strong man lifting weights to impress.

Walk past the trapeze artest always flying high.

Look past them and see the gentle caretaker, making sure the clown remembers to smile, the strong man remembers to eat, the trapeze is safe.

Look into His eyes, those eyes are special, there is where I want to be.

The artist ready with his palette,
Shall catch a moment In your life.
You shall be there upon the canvas,
Immortalized forever.
In your glory you shall stand,
On canvas proudly displayed,
An auburn haired beauty,
So the title It will say.
Such Immortality I cannot give you,
I have but my simple words,
To you my Love I do devote them,
Though they may never Immortalize.
You stand before me natures' daughter.
Your flesh Is divine perfection,
Your body being Love's own temple,
There you stand my earthly Angel.
Living auburn hair dances down,
Around your shoulders such gossamer touch.
My beloved turn now.
Let my words see that which saw no paint,
The soft brown eyes two priceless jewels,
To look within Is to be lost In Loves' Domain.
A wondrous smile that lights up your face,
You become the living sun of my life.
Breasts point forth calling for Loves' own hand,
Your temple shines ready for loves' embrace.
Nature's shadow awaits the time to come.
Blush not my beloved,
These words tell not the glory that Is you,
The true glory lies within,
Where your true divinity lies,
Where the woman that you are does dwell,
The true woman.
The artist does win with his canvas,
Your beauty he captures forever.
I am but a child of words,
These words die at the end of my pen,
I think I can paint you with words,
No, I know this can never be.
No one can paint a true Angel,
The artist gets closer to the truth,
We can always look upon your canvas,
An auburn haired beauty.
In truth You alone know the answer,
“Can I paint you with words?”