Since: Aug 08
#586 Dec 23, 2012
"My True-Love Hath My Heart"
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a bargain better driven.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;
He loves my heart for once it was his own;
I cherish his because in me it bides.
His heart his wound received from my sight;
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me on him his hurt did light,
So still methought in me his hurt did smart:
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,
My true love hath my heart and I have his....
~Sir Philip Sidney
#587 Dec 23, 2012
By the proximity
of endless spirals
firmly situated in front
of the faces and worries
as if by magic
but magic so fiercely unwanted
it is looked upon as
so without objection
the red flame of wine
sinks and stays at the bottom
encapsulated by the glass
yet its fire is irrepressible
too powerful minuteness
seeded in all things that
magic, unheeded magic
magical cores burdened – with reality
together with the ungraspable circumstance
containing not identifiable things
rather emerging like a gigantic bubble
at the center of a monotonous lake
more and more is given
more and more resides
I extend my grasp to any one spiral
to the suddenness of it all
there are magical births here
trembling with infinite abundance.
Since: Aug 08
#588 Dec 23, 2012
You never understand ya little Aussie, Twit!
Since: Aug 08
#589 Dec 23, 2012
Perhaps that little twit simply meant to say that he didn't understand why you're leaving and to please stay. Please don't don't leave, Princess Hey..stay.
Here is your song Princess Hey!
#590 Dec 26, 2012
How do I tell you how much you mean to me
That with you is where I always want to be
I want you to take this journey with me
Yet I want us to explore our love and find out what it can be
I want you to understand that I'm always here for you
I want you to hold on to that because together there's nothing we can't do
I will be here to love and help you, with whatever comes our way
You are my heart and I pray your love will never stray
I have spent so much time looking for someone like you
Now that I've found you I just want it to be me and you
I want us to take our time and plan our lives together
Know that if we stand by each other our love will last forever
Just know I'm telling you how I feel
Trying so hard to let you know ,this love I have for you is real
I just wanted you to know how much I care
Now that we're together , we have so much to share
#591 Dec 27, 2012
I know some who keep their secrets,
their hearts and souls
Under lock and key
They keep their demons shackled
And ignore the voices in their head
I can’t say I am the same
My heart is an open book
The pages bare to all to read
I have no secrets
And hardly a soul left to share
My demons are my always there
Dancing at my edges of my vision
They wait for my friends of flesh and bone
To leave me alone with them
Before they come out and strum
On my heart strings
And beat rhythms on my ear drums
While the voices in my head
Sing in unholy harmony
I have no lock and key
To stow away these things
I bare them all to you
I always have
And I always will
#592 Dec 27, 2012
I am living off borrowed words and rewinded memories.
The days crackle and break, like moth eaten pages crumbling in my hand.
I am spilling out my love in ink to women who don't understand or who don't exist.
If there was a bridge to Neverland, I would cross it.
But instead I am existing off secondhand hope that I find littered in alleyways, growing like weeds in between daisies or buried in the lost and found.
The days grow longer.
The stars keep shining.....
#593 Dec 27, 2012
Is there hope for the hopeless?
Is there love for the loveless?
Can one find light when all she sees is dark
Or can she find warmth when all she feels is cold
How can one be so alone in a crowd
How can one be so silent when they speak
These are the questions......
That I have been wrestling with lately
#594 Dec 27, 2012
on an overpass
than any of your
“ROCK ON ROCKERS!!”
Since: Mar 11
Rockin' USA ;)
#595 Dec 27, 2012
When a Promise of Love is given..it is felt in the heart. In order for it to survive there must be a connection.
Whether through written correspondence or being together in the flesh. Words can fill you with gladness or despair. If you choose to break your Promise to your intended, at least have the courage to do it in person..for you are holding their heart WITHIN yours.
#596 Dec 27, 2012
The thief brings darkness,
he brings the sun for her love
held beneath his arm her heart
the light of day blazes bright
he is united aching....
with his lover now sightless
he holds her blind from the sun
#597 Dec 27, 2012
What is love,
but the essence of
which too must someday dissolve.
stained with tea.
#598 Dec 27, 2012
A dyad of limbs,
as within stretched branches,
extended towards light.
A mirroring presence
whose shade mingles with your own,
though two entities remain.
The circle and the half moon
fitted in playful duality.
Blinded by darkness,
lighting the torch
as to get a hint of direction.
The coiled path
leaves space to wonder
underneath the stars boundlessly.
The feminine opens as a dusty rose,
The masculine, a wind playing with the stem.
Both hold colors of a palette dripping
the being of all matter.
He inside her, inside him....
Me inside you, inside us.
Since: Dec 12
#599 Dec 27, 2012
Captivated by the energy of sweet filled words
Which speak of Love and Passion
Warming the heart like the noonday sun
Let me lye here and embrace its energy
For it feels delightfully delicious
Upon a body that aches from the day
Freeing the mind which was preoccupied with nothing of importance
Words alluringly awake the sleeping heart
Until I am amorously longing for you
Reminded of warm kisses upon my neck
Our convivial pleasure
Effusive emotions move onward with the time
Pondering I begin to wonder if I have I ever told you of your Exquisiteness
Or shown you my Fervent love
For if I have not then let me show you now
#600 Dec 27, 2012
The array of colors
surrounding that word.
Rainbows of nothingness
Color. Life. Birth.
There is one
Want come ?
Since: Dec 12
#601 Dec 27, 2012
Light thine footpath so that I may follow
#602 Dec 27, 2012
No division as we float amongst each other,
In your pheromoneic copulance.
Resistance, a faint sound, hollow and vain.
A silent whisper, is not gone unnoticed.
The Sun is shining,
But her children are not dancing.
There is no play,
the streets and the night,
Lost its stars.
We laugh into emptiness,
Instead of drinking the fullness.
Here we are again,
At this silent table.
Too serious to notice life that occurs
Underneath the tablecloth,
Where our inhibitions are at play.
The moon yawns, she’s light and bright.
Open and empty.
Tranquility is fostered,
on moist mountain-tops, it seems.
When ready to descent,
An untroubled liquid birth takes place,
Released into the stream,
That just floats between your thighs.
Since: Dec 12
#603 Dec 28, 2012
This copulation of predetermination
Be pheromoneic or Yuanfen,
Remains a binding force
The soil in which the garden grows
The child plucks a flower for the mother
So that it may be pressed into the book
Memories stationed there forever between its words
There is Love then there is Love
Arms of the mother are the same arms of the woman
And there is plenty room here for her lover
They open wide to draw him near
So that she my whisper what is Love
She begs of you to indulge yourself in her garden
And gratify your pheromoneic urges
As she offers up her Tulip
There in the warm sunshine
Blanketed in the Ivy
Surrounded by the lilies
For a moment there is no world outside the garden
There is only zealous love making
And until the heat rises from between my thighs
I vow I shall not leave
#604 Dec 28, 2012
They came...these things.....
glowing with desire and with assertion.
They came like crests of foam, out of the blue flood of the invisible desire,
Out of the vast invisible sea of strength, and they came coloured and tangible, evanescent...
D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)
#605 Dec 28, 2012
Wind whispers sweet nothings
to adolescent wheat,
suggesting they go off
together to the city.
She giggles, tosses her hair,
hunches her shoulders,
turns her delicately
tanned face to the sun.
Rebuffed, wind moves on,
but the lure
of bright lights
lingers with wheat.
Autumn comes and
full-grown wheat goes,
but to the silo,
not the city.
Wind, furious at finding her gone,
vandalises the fragile stubble,
scoops up top soil and carries it off,
dumping it on a distant shoreline
when his attention is attracted by
flirtatious, blonde-haired waves.
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