"Slumber, a sweet repose,
tis but a tool to trick eternity and to try to forget one's woes.
And yet to slumber do both alive and undead both return,
one for the rest required to rise the next day and get on with their lives,
another to rest and rise when their unlife has become less burdensome.
I waited as I slumbered, I hesitated in my awakening, till I heard the sweet call of a voice long time heard, long time gone,
long time returning,
as it wafted through the air of the night, it sang out my name, it called to me, I
I responded, and white silk, sheer - that in which I slumbered was heard to rustle at my frist movements to answer that voice's call.
It was the call of a lover to another,
his name Sirocco, mine Desiree, and that is how he called unto me,
with all of his desires.
So rise I once more to walk this earth,
rise I to walk beside the only one to which I shall ever be bound,
ever be held, ever to be one with in this unlife called eternal night."
PASSIONPASSION8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Passion - it lives, it breathes, it exists within us,
To inspire us, to invoke us, to entice us to find adventure in all life."
"It is the fire that burns within our blood,
It is the little voice in our mind we hear,
That urges us, that taunts us, that seduces us to go beyond even our fears."
"Passion - it is the reason."
"It is the reason that the sun seeks out the horizon with such intensity,
To burn it, with its kiss of rays complete
Filling then all of life with its passionate heat."
"It is the source of all that is power in nature.
"It is the gale of a hurricane."
"It is the flash of the lightning as the storm thunders out its name.
"It is the cause of the frantic rush of the waves to kiss the shore.
"It is the touch of a lover's lips to another in the beginning of a dance of
"Passion is who we are."
"Passion is either our very life's breath or the very final beat of our heart in its death."
ONCE I WAS A ROSEWhat happened to the Rose of Passion in your life?ONCE I WAS A ROSE7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Did you know you stripped off the thorns from it to make it something it was not like?
Did you not realize that the passion of your love is like a rose, the bearer is a most delicate living being
That from a garden of others like her, her you chose?
Oh how dearly you wooed her, then with your words chains fell away no longer holding her, with your touch
You did Land her, and with your kiss secure her in your life without knowing what she needed when in pen she for you
Had set it forth?
She needed the sunshine of your smile at the first break of her day to start the beginning of her needed warmth.
She needed the gentle rays of your voice as you assured her in your hands
her heart had been rightly placed, there it was safest from the noon sun's scorching?
She needed the nutrients found in the caresses of your love's desires
Oh how she needed to feel those flames, as did you, at the roots of both of your passion's fires.
She needed the ge
"Lost Time""Lost Time"9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Morning waltzes to the music of the fading stars, into her place in a gown of swirled pastels that start with blues and grays to slowly become the brilliant fire of the sun that is the twinkling of her smile.
Upon her appearing below her stir the mortals of this planet as they like her, begin to waltz through their day in rituals of loving, hoping and craving.
Whispered on the breezes are the incantations of Day and as I rise I begin to obey all the facets and rules of her chants, never quite connecting in this my separate life until -
"Do I know you from somewhere? Why are you rotating in my life's sphere to rituals born
from the generations of my own gone on before?
Are you a wizard perhaps who cast a spell on me so I would wander through time endlessly
COME COVER MECome cover me -COME COVER ME8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For I lie here so cold and alone
Without your arms around me
The air breathes its icy breathe into my very bones.
Come cover me -
For all I hear is the screaming of the silence
The lack of your voice is the music of the night
That now remains a dark cover of empty noises that are relentless
Come cover me -
As you used to with such tender embrace
Your arms were the matches that ignited my inner flames
That now lay as nothing but smoldering embers - dying from the lack of you in your place.
Come cover me -
Kiss me with such gentle caressing sincere intent once more
Tender, full of the gods nectars, sweet candy to their now parched state
I fear to even whisper lest they crack from your loss,oh state deploreable.
Come cover me -
As I lie here in this place empty though full of only memories
Like the sizzling end of a fresh blown out match they singe me
Reminding me of the passions that we dreamed, then made them realities.
Come cover me -
Quick - hasten your pace, I linger
NOTHING LASTS FOREVERNothing lasts forever, what a horrid thing to believe,NOTHING LASTS FOREVER7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doest not the Spring come around again after Winter's bleak?
Doest not Summer, with its warm winds caress, the budding of
the flowers that have waited neath the surface of the earth
to sprout forth again from bubding under its warm blessings?
Doest not Autumn bring to the earth the fire of the last
breath of the living great trees, a reminder from them
we do not die, we merely slumber and sleep?
Nothing lasts forever, is this why love these days
of such hurry scurry falls apart? Are we so ready
to give up on forever from some torrid not true put
forth belief not found in ancient beginnings, as ancient as
the first stirrings of our hearts?
Do we wish to be as fickle as the dandelions become?
Mere whisps of cotton after the briallance of their
color in life span has been spent and then blown
away are the remains as ashes in the winds,
is this to be the belief we shall to our children impart?
Nothing lasts forever, are ye ready this t
I YIELD - LOVE OR EMPTINESSDeny, nae denial of my soul's longings can no more beI YIELD - LOVE OR EMPTINESS7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Starving, fainting, weaker now the blood that courses through me
I have sought for you, I have fought for you,
I have cried, I have sighed in tears of rivers all the words that are true
Oh if only you could see, if only you could be free of the past, knowing my surety
That I could hurt you ner again, I would plead for the gods to fade my ability anything to say
To stop whatever words would cause you to be cast away.
Time has done nothing, its minutes have been stakes in the core of me of memories planted
Instead of me being able to lose myself in minutes, seconds, hours, days, turns of even the spheres of the night, the planets.
I am all spent, there is naught much of me left to carry on this holy quested fight
I am like a butterfly dying, my wings fluttering in a slower rhythm, crying, oh see how I am falling, their strength wearing as the day dips to now full moon night.
I was wrong, I was scared, I was scarred, I had been taught
What Is LoveWhat is love if it be naught for the pricking of the soul and heart?What Is Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Torture of the mind and spirit as well, clawing pulling, one from the start.
Is it a natural state for man or is it merely a state created by same
To indulge the raw desires and passions that come and go as do the tides, as does the rain.
Soft words spoken in moments of perfect syncopation with the beat of both hearts
As they echo each other in a orchestrated solo of primitive beating, effected not by light or dark,
On they beat, beat beat, and with each undulation cause more of each subjects life force to be let out
Till finally in a sound almost animalistic in nature, heads arch, as do backs and finality is with emotion
Think ye now on what we have chosen to represent this state of heart, soft spoken hushed sighed out words
Flowers scented, candles as well, oh what a way we do weave our intentions in patterns sharply prepared
as any well honed sword.
Such phrases we use, 'I shall die without you near m
Midnight's MysteriMidnight's Mysteri8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
among the gathering of the shadows, amidst the whisperings of the winds, across the landscape of your mind glides a Midnight's Mysteri
into your dreams I weaves imaginings, fantasies both beautiful and bizarre, some horrifically all too real, you moan in your sweet slumber as I slip closer still,
my hand barely grazes your skin, my voice a mere promise of a whisper,
as I lean closer to taste of you, your skin, and more,your life's flow
you moan again and I smile, oh pleasure is sometimes first brought by the unknown:
you know I am oh so very near, my form it melts against every curve of your own,
so gently, so perfectly, you believe I am almost not there, and then,
I whisper out your name, and suddenly you realize, you are not dreaming, you are doing what is oh so right:
and then I am gone, just as suddenly as I came - you rise in your bed, the only evidence that this may not have been a dream that exists is
the scent of my perfume wafting softly through the gentl
I AM GONECurtains are pulledI AM GONE6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doors are locked
Windows are covered
Heart is blocked
Time has proven
Words are lies
Truth is found
In the soul of the eyes.
Bags are packed
Good-byes are being said
The words are chosen
Marble is readied with them
Candles are blown out
Incense burns no more
Belief has turned to unbelief
And I wont need it anymore.
Friends have come
To pay their respects
They sigh, they cry,
It has no effect
Their words ring empty now
In my seared ears.
I dont believe anymore
I have lost my faith.
I am burying my heart in the ground.
It is over, passion is a lie
Love is a thief.
I am gone.
With wings burned I into the forever away
"Good bye", tears whisper, "Good bye."
Tale of a RoseOh the tale I have to tell,Tale of a Rose5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of a love between a boy and woman, in which both fell
She was his mentor
He was her inspiration in his innocence censored.
Taking him into her home, for a time
She let him watch her hours upon hours sublime
Then came the night when the moon was full
Her voice carried to where he was on a breeze warmly cool
He rose to find her in her room filled with candles burning
He saw her as a form in front of their light, alluring satin so alluring.
His hands burned to touch her
His lips wet with the anticipation of a kiss, he was almost there
His eyes lit with that ever so ancient fire
His body shivered with total desire.
She said not a word, not a whisper, not a sound
She merely held out her arms, enchantment pulled him to her to him surround
Satin kissed his bare skin, with a silky breeze blown touch
She felt his need, she knew that need so much, so much.
Her hands burned to touch him
Her lips wet with anticipation of a kiss, she was almost there
Her eyes lit with th
"T_I_M_E_"Time is my enemy right now, hours of light, hours of dark"T_I_M_E_"5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one can reach me here in this pit, save for one hand,
Oh god where is it?
Tears do not help, they just make me shake
I am shaking enough, my bones feel like they could break
Time is my enemy right now, hours of light, hours of dark,
No one can reach me here in this pit save for one voice
Oh god when will I hear it?
Knees drawn up to my chest, arms wrapped around them
Chin rests on top of kneecaps, eyes close to the dark then
Time is my enemy right now, hours of light, hours of dark
No one can reach me here in this pit save for one heart
Oh god why don't I hear it beating here in this dark?
Wasted days, and wasted nights, spent in this hell
Pain comes for no reason that really has a reason to horrid to tell
Time is my enemy right now, hours of light, hours of dark,
No one can reach me here but one love
And oh god the moon is gone now, how can anyone see now?
Down in this pit memories are all around, they slink, they crawl
The Magic Behind FairylandsThe Magic Behind Fairylands8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Magic Behind Fairylands
Tis nigh on just the spark of time when the sun meets the horizon in such sweet embrace
That their joining causes spark of a heat of depths of desire that the whole sky explodes with it
Flames of red, orange and finally the more gentler of hues, mark each orchestrated step
This celestial pair have done to perfection since eternity began, long after they had met.
Now, shyly, as if skittering here then there, come the troublemakers of the eve,
Her most faithful servants, the imps of their kind, come the sprites and pixies
On the backs of fireflies, here for a moment then gone from this hidden glade
In barely a second breathed as the most holy of life's creatures approach this place
An aura gentle, moves and flows, in streams never ending from one of these
Most High of Beings to the other as their fingers touch in sweet intertwining
Their steps ignite the path they have chosen for the walk they have taken,
Have ordained for their own, ever since the night of me
Passions RevivedBroken, like a stained glass window, laying in colored pieces of a heart on the floorPassions Revived5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shattered, like a pane of glass, muddied as it lays on the earth below
Splintered, like the finest of crystal, slivers lying like sharp icicles on the snow
Tears, like tiny rivers, silver crystal streams that flow from the soul
Questions lay unanswered as words fall as whispers into my palm
Why is a word cursed, a three letter incantation cast forth as a wicked spawn
How is now a nowhere route, ending in a dirt road of barbed wire drawn
But is a period, an echo of nothingness that spills out into the shadows before dawn
A heart can break, a soul can shatter, a spirit can splinter - so is the destruction
And yet, there lingers a tiny flicker of a flame, piercing through it all with a candle’s obstruction
Bearing in its firey fingers supernatural flowers of tiny echoes that repeat ore as in a bell tower
Hang on to your passion, let it not be ever squandered, nor let it be stolen by evil powe
Will You Go?Where has it gone, the warm flow of such richness, it was as a river of goldWill You Go?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Searching I cannot find it here, oh how I thirst for that water of passion where you I hold
Oh the mystery of the true passions of desires, no fear, no fear to be burned
From the fire of love as it blazes up into the sky for eternity, such a place it has earned.
Come back to me, my soul you move, come back to me, my heart is so harshly feeling scorned
Let me show you the places you don't know about nor even dreamed of yet
Let me take you down to the garden of mysteries, oh how that you won't forget
There I shall lay you down among the flowers of passion intoxicating
There I shall bathe you in the waters of such an essence it will be hypnotizing
Birds will sing only songs of exotic tune, as I finally surrender to you
Laying down in silk of such gossamer weave, it is as a mist you see through
My hair rubs soft across your freshly bathed chest.,
My fingers dance a tune lightly following the silken mane
"Song Of The Winds"Hark, doest thou not feel it, a chill stir in the air,"Song Of The Winds"5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A slightest wave of movement, as if it is not truly there.
Can ye nae feel that which is coming ore the horizon;s rise,
A moaning low, the voice of shadows whispering to themselves of a demise.
The reaping of a whirlwind that not till now has mortal man ever seen
Nor could ever describe is what justice comes from sister to sister in between.
Powers are joining, sisters calling from one to the other, carried on winds higher
the wind whips now the meadows, petals are falling from early summer flowers,
Clouds of fluffy white begin to shimmer in terror away and subside
The rays of the sun begin to slink away, it holds not the strength to match these cries
Hear ye not the voice on the wind, calling for a kumpani, a sister of bonding,
A joining once begun that thee be nae one that can stop what it is now in each pounding
Power of an ancient calls to power of another, blood throbs in veins of both fast
Passion of a kind now that would mak