DreamingDreamingDreaming2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dreaming my dreams in the darkness
from my mind's open eye do they flow
scenes of life maybe lived maybe not
I see her in white t-shirt standing
pink socks and undies too in dreams
but also I see far and distant shores
heaving of my ship rolling with the sea
smell of salt water in my nose pleasant
but then I am standing out on a road
far from town a lonesome wind blowing
hoping for a ride on down the line
but yet there are times my dreams
take me back to my childhood days
long ago and far far away now
to the times of innocence pre-mistakes
when the time rolled out in front of me
and everything was yet to come
but dreams are funny funny things
some are filled with mystery
others filled with love
often loneliness extreme
but yet I still dream
Heather's Psalm to the LordOh, God ... Who can aspire to make as You make?Heather's Psalm to the Lord8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Man, being created in Your image,
finds his imagination overflowing with aspiration!
To create as You create,
to build as You build.
You have made us like You,
crafters after the Crafter,
painters after the Painters,
dancers after the Dancer,
singers after the Composer Himself.
But who can compare to You, oh God?
Who can paint, with precision,
each cloud in the heavens as You have painted it?
Who can animate the beauty,
bringing every colour in Your spectrum to life
in an ever living, ever changing sky?
And who can craft a single blade of grass
with every vein, every detail;
Yet weave it together so massively,
that Your precious cloth for the earth
can be witnessed from the heavens themselves!
Who knits the fragrant petals of flowers to their stalks,
and makes there the womb of which precious honey is born,
and with which none of man's sugar can compare?
Indeed: This is not the work of man!
We imitate at best, but only fools wo
Lonely No MoreI've been here for as long as I can remember. I've always been 'alive' since 'father' made me. I was so happy when he did, but...that happiness didn't last long.Lonely No More3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'Father' eventually passed away. I felt so alone, I didn't have anyone anymore. Anyone from the outside world.
But 'father' made sure I wouldn't be alone. He had us, all of his creations, his 'children' set up into some place. A place that people called an art gallery.
There were so many people! All admiring 'father''s 'children'! All of them!
I wasn't put up with the others. I wonder why? I always heard them whispering something about me being to life like. But thats why 'father' made me! He wanted me to look real! He wanted me to be real!
They just didn't understand.
So they left me in the basement, away from the eyes of others.
But I found a way to look through and see the whole art gallery! I bet they never thought I could do something like that!
At first, the art gallery was empty, but soon, peopl
the invisible wounds of warhome is so different when you'rethe invisible wounds of war2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
standing behind the wall;
i wonder of the people who
live/will live in that house now as i
stand yonder on the neighbor's
my face illuminated in a yellow
i wonder if they'd listen to my winding
stories; the nights i'd scream
back at my parents as they screamed
at each other -
the tornadoes and storms that ripped
through the back yard, leaving us untouched
but devastating others -
the christmas and easter mornings, good
times and bad, dreams and heartbreak
and so much cigarette smoke staining
the walls and my lungs.
(we were a good american family with
good american values and traditions,
i wonder if they'd listen to my twisting
roots, sitting calmly as i'd tell them
of the horrors of standing naked
in front of my mother to have her tell
me my body was wrong.
i've always been told that people
abuse in myriads of ways, but never
that the walls of my old home
would abuse along.
Amantes en silencioNo me digas nadaAmantes en silencio10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No quiero escucharte
Quiero sentir tu mirada
No encuentro en palabras nada impactante
El sentimiento afondo es lo que me llama
Quiero sentir tu sonrisa
Oler tu felicidad
Derretirme en tus caricias
Borrar indicios que vallan en velocidad
Quiero comer de tus pensamientos
En tus entrañas incrustarme
Saber sin palabras donde estan tus sentimientos
Observarte y encantarme
Besame con el cariño
Acariciame con la ternura
Amame de manos como niños
No me digas nada envuelvete en la locura
Quemate las manos
Escribe con las mias
Nada sera en vano
Sabré como me adoras
Veré como confías
Viviremos en un amor silenciado
Sin promesas acariciadas por el viento
Que se las lleva mientras se van entonando
Lo que tu silencio me diga será el perfecto momento
Y sabremos amarnos
Y nos amaremos hasta el amor
pues dura lo que quiera el corazón
Comprenderemos que está y se puede ir
Mas nunca digamos que para siempre será
Pues mentir es peor que morir
School And College DaysBack to bed my eyes are closingSchool And College Days2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on their own, and I am dozing.
Hoping that I'll be reposing.
Dreaming way beyond the dawn.
the caveI live in a cave. I call it my mind. I look out from here and I see things: strange things, both horrible and wonderful, but also a lot of nothing. I venture out from time to time, but almost always run screaming back to my cave in fear. My cave is dark, and cramped, and full of useless things I should have discarded long ago, but the world is full of danger and violence, both intentional and accidental. It may be wrong to stay in my cave, but here, at least, I know what prowls and waits for me.the cave3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Palabras perdidasQUisiera escribirte un poemaPalabras perdidas8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
que estallara y te hiciera estremecer.
Que te llenara de emociones,
con recuerdos cada amanecer.
No quiero venderte amor,
solo serían palabras en un papel.
Me gustaría darte el universo y todo
lo que pudiera poner a tus pies...
Es que tu sonrisa me hace sonreir,
tus palabras emocionan mi alma.
Quisiera causarte lo mismo si logro escribir
pero sin verte, y sin suerte la rima me falla.
Dedicaría dias enteros a estudiarte
no puedo negar que me facines.
Tejeria versos para dedicarte
silenciosas letras que den paso a lo que imagines.
Quizás no te enteres de mis deseos,
tal ves mi dulce enigma serás.
Algun día te escribiré un poema completo,
uno que te enloquecerá.
Que llenandote de emociones
no adivines quién lo escribió jamás!
Guardian of the Gate: Tawil at'UmrAvatar of Yog-Sothoth;Guardian of the Gate: Tawil at'Umr3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Most Ancient One.
Guide and Guardian of the Gate,
Tawil at'Umr offers the Ultimate Gate;
Initiating the Ceremony...
Knowing All Things,
Telepathy and dreams to reality!
YidhraThe most Ancient Gods,Yidhra3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Prototypes of all the Gods,
Worshiped before humanity;
And all came from one source.
The source is called Mlandoth,
All Gods are manifestations of Him.
Ngyr-Khorath, the mad and monstrous thing
Whom haunts this region of space
Before the solar system was formed,
Is a local eddy of Mlandoth's Race.
Yidhra, who was born with the life of Earth
Intertwining with all Earthly life-forms,
Teaches reverence for Mlandoth.
Before death was born, She was born;
For untold ages there was life without death,
Life without birth, life unchanging.
But at last death came; birth came;
Life became mortal and mutable,
And thereafter fathers died,
Sons were born, and never the same.
The slime became the worm
And the worm the serpent,
The serpent the yeti of the mountains
And the yeti became man.
Only She escaped death,
But She could not escape change,
For all things will change;
The trees of the North must shed their leaves.
She learned to devour the mortal creatures;
Yidhra The WitchYidhra she came,Yidhra The Witch3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I was insane.
Witch of the Old Ones,
Knowing the powers beyond.
She came for me
So the Old Ones can be free.
As a vessel for Thee.
The Druids tried to conceal me
In cloaks of pure red silk
But Yidhra could see through
And she did find me.
Only to bring one message:
The Old Ones will return...
The Tomb of CthulhuI projected to Cthulhu's tomb,The Tomb of Cthulhu3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Which seemed like an empty womb.
Danced upon the tombstone,
Moving all alone.
Pulled the tombstone away,
This Seal couldn't stay!
Crushed it on the ground,
Cthulhu moved about.
With magick I crushed the gate,
But not immediate.
But somehow I managed to do so,
Stones floating about.
Cthulhu moved towards the door,
Nyarlathotep came ashore.
We pushed as the Seal didn't move,
As the energy-field did prove.
I had to put Him still,
That is if the Crawling Chaos will.
Blue Energy all about me,
Cthulhu, Nyarlathotep, and me.
All were trapped in my energy.
I don't dislike Them, you see?
I adore Them in me!
CAIRO 2003CAIRO 20034 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Of all the bellydance holidays I have organised this was the most difficult trip to arrange so far, with several very concerned people thinking they would rather be at home than in a country where they may be threatened due to the conflict in Iraq. I had never been to Egypt and it was a huge responsibility for me to be taking so many people into the unknown.
All I could do was to keep in constant touch with the Foreign Office and keep within their guidelines as to what to do. I also checked with other dancers who had recently been in Cairo.
This however did not stop the very stressful and concerned last minute phone calls. I think if I had been able to drop out myself I probably would have. However when you have others to think about it spurs you on. I did not wish to spoil the trip for anyone.
We had been told the guards at the hotel had been doubled and we would have the police accompanying us on all our trips. Also we should be extra careful in what we were wearing and co
The White SpiderI licked you spider,The White Spider3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To see the Moon shine underneath,
And see sudden death.
I now have the sight of the stranger,
Of the Necromancer indeed;
I can see what others cannot;
I can look beyond...
The TombThere I sat by the window,The Tomb3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking outside and beyond.
With two arabic young men,
Whom I had never seen before.
Although they seemed to know me well,
We did traveled together on, hence!
But they were of the same age as I,
So not much knowledge stored inside.
We stepped as if eons upon the hot sand,
Thirsty and hungry we walked the desert.
The end seemed so far gone,
Until finally our feet touched stone.
A gray stone tomb in front of us,
Huge pillars caught the sight of our eyes.
While the Sun was burning through our flesh
We needed cover from the ancient tomb.
With a crunch the heavy stone door opened
Curious our eyes looked into the dark space.
In ye middle was laying the corpse uncovered,
Surrounded with four pillars therefrom.
Slowly we moved to the center,
Where the corpse was lying thereon.
As when fear stroke our spines,
When it suddenly opened its eyes.
Scared and terrified we run off,
What was that just what we behold?
For sure it was not human at all,
Therefore it looked too o
Yidhra The Witch - Part IIIn the library of AlexandriaYidhra The Witch - Part II3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yidhra was writing and reading;
Copying the ancient scrolls,
Of Eibon, Mhu Thulan and voodoo dolls.
The Elders banished her to 'other realm,
Behind the mirror the demons did overwhelm.
But I took her out of the mirror,
Her life here is much dearer.
In the mirror-realm I placed myself,
The demons will remember oneself.
Protecting of my soul,
The darkness of a ghoul.
Yidhra lives my life now,
I live Hers, it is not allowed.
Eagerly I wait for the Old Ones,
'cause that is what Yidhra does.
As Upper Witch of Them,
She is the ultimate gem!