Level 8

Since: Aug 08

Location hidden

#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
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#587 Dec 23, 2012
By the proximity

of endless spirals

spiraling dimensions

firmly situated in front

of the faces and worries

as if by magic

but magic so fiercely unwanted

it is looked upon as

ordinary occurrences

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

transform us

magic, unheeded magic

magical cores burdened with reality

together with the ungraspable circumstance

of happiness

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.
Level 8

Since: Aug 08

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#588 Dec 23, 2012
DeVINE KNIGHT wrote:
<quoted text>
Thank you Princess....I know that song well....I have the CD.
But, I don't understand your message, if there is a message, or do you just like the song...?
Thanks.....Merry Christmas.
You never understand ya little Aussie, Twit!
Level 8

Since: Aug 08

Location hidden

#589 Dec 23, 2012
Princess Hey wrote:
I dont know how to send songs so please 'AD' listen to Forever and Ever Amen..by Randy Travis..
from me to you..Leaving..
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!

Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#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
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#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 cant 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
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#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.....
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#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
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#594 Dec 27, 2012
teenage words
of love
spray-painted
graffiti
on an overpass
lasting longer
than any of your
solemn
promises

“ROCK ON ROCKERS!!”

Level 8

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.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#596 Dec 27, 2012
The thief brings darkness,
she waits....

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
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#597 Dec 27, 2012
What is love,

but the essence of

something,

which too must someday dissolve.


A cup,

stained with tea.

Strong leaf.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#598 Dec 27, 2012
A dyad of limbs,
hearts pounding
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,
releasing petals.
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.

~DeVine.

Since: Dec 12

Location hidden

#599 Dec 27, 2012
Original
CYP

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
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#600 Dec 27, 2012
Check_ Your_ Pulse wrote:
Original
CYP
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
Love.
The array of colors
surrounding that word.
Rainbows of nothingness
Immensity.
Desire. Purity.
Color. Life. Birth.
Rebirth.
Awareness.
Fullness. Emptiness.
Sharing. Dividing.

BANG!

Vulnerability. Sanity.
Insane.
Light.
Darkness.
Mistrust
Jealousy...

There is one
Place
I will
Bring you,
but Im
Not sure
Youll
Return....

Do you
Want come ?

Since: Dec 12

Location hidden

#601 Dec 27, 2012
Light thine footpath so that I may follow
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#602 Dec 27, 2012
Check_ Your_ Pulse wrote:
Light thine footpath so that I may follow
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, shes 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

Location hidden

#603 Dec 28, 2012
DeVINE KNIGHT wrote:
<quoted text>
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, shes 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.
Original CYP

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
Lavender
And posies

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
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#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)
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#605 Dec 28, 2012
Check_ Your_ Pulse wrote:
<quoted text>
Original CYP
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
Lavender
And posies
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
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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