This was inspired, magically given to my heart to write for the man I love, have loved for many years.
I love you dear.
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for my love, my heart, my desire, my life's reason
credit for work:
When I get weak or I'm tired and afraid
When I sleep, all my dreams turn out the same
When I bleed, I relieve you of your pain
I can't believe you won't let me do the same.
So if you're hopeless
We can pick up the pieces
And if you're broken
I can carry the pain
Are you with me?
Watching the flames rise higher
Sing this with me
I break down the walls
I want it all.
I love you Drake.
You are
Nurturing:
Nothing means more to you in this life than your family and your friends. They can tell. You are the one they come to for nourishment and encouragement. You are usually gentle and loving but if someone attacks one of your loved ones, watch out! You will become a mama bear! That said, you are also concerned about taking care of the world at large, too. The result of a quiz I took and answered the words honestly. Wonder what my friends think of this?
youtu.be/JB5PxVUn1-8 My New Message These are some manipulations I did of Kaylia who for years I role played. Then I copyrighted Kaylia.
always,
katti
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Cries of a Mourning Dove.
Hear her cry, hear her scream,
Piercing the Dawn
Tis a Cry
Dear To Most
Tis a Cry Dreary to One
Tis The Cry Of The Mourning Dove
Look in her eyes
Do you see why she weeps?
Tis The Cry Of The Mourning Dove
Flying on wings weak.
done by
for me! How beautiful! How talented! How wonderfully full of love this is! Thank you dear!
She creates - and in her beauty I find light.
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This marvelous poet took some of my words and wove this into this magnificent representation of how I was feeling. Please visit him at . It is well worth the visit.
*Questingpoet Mar 4, 2011
And she shall be the Black Rose,
waiting for the ones to hear her screams
And she shall be the Black Rose,
now quiet in the Shadows
And she shall be the Black Rose,
listening faintly for the the gallows
And though the Black will climb,
to one day reach the sun
within these thorny vines,
her cries now just begun.
To The Sister of My SoulI'll probably never understand, never comprehend
The mystical circumstance of our meeting, of our friendship
From the beginning the connection always seemed ordained
By some force beyond the boundaries of my understanding.The mystical circumstance of our meeting, of our friendship
It continues to puzzle and amaze through the years
By some force beyond the boundaries of my understanding
We proceed along the path centuries old.It continues to puzzle and amaze through the years
This connection of body and soul so unexplainable
We proceed along the path centuries old
To the possibilities of a perpetual friendship.This connection of body and so...
This is a wonderful and very touching piece of poetry written by one of my most often go to collaborators. As well as one of my very best friends. He is a marvelous poet and is well deserving of any watch you would honor him with.
love, katti
A Wonderful artist! Go visit her please!!!
always,
katti A new poem by a poet I was recently introduced to. Great writer and great work!
thanks,
Katti
A GIFT from a friend to help me through a hard time. How he sees me is amazing to me. Thank you my dear friend!
LOVE - We all want it, we all wish for it, but do we really know what we are wishing for and what it will require of us?
FragmentI lie to say
this too
shall pass
when nothing
stays
in human
grasp......that famous
place
called memory -
my friend,
do you still
think of me?
You gave me
courage
when I had
none
and quiet
grace
when day
was done.
You stretched
your arms
in final
pain
and we
held on
till mercy
came.
Oh, tell me
of eternal
light
when I lie
thinking
in the
night...
when I lie
dreaming
in the
night...
This is an awesome and moving piece from one on DA who I count as a friend to me. Please visit their gallery, and if you like what you read, please watch them, it is worth your time!
AMAZING! Please visit her gallery and be prepared to want to fav it all.
Thousand Peace PuzzleTake heed, ye men of government:
your britches grow too small.
You strive to touch the firmament
but your sprawling empire shall fall.Youe horses will but trample you,
your men shall toil in vain.
Your eggshell ideals will hinder you
from putting your kingdom together again.When I was young my mother told me
"Son walk with careful stride.
There is a time for humility,
and a time for patriot pride."As I grow older I'm losing faith
in presidential ability.
To the corrupt,the immoral, I sayeth
remember Humpty Dumpty.
This is an amazing piece of work and its statement is strong. Please read it, you will be surprised! Done by my dear friend
OKAY ALL YOU DEVIANTS OUT THERE! WE have a new DA! He is fabulous and does not pull any punches, check him out The name of his account says it all!
Quiet can you hear her? one has - - he has talked to me and heard my words, but after six years of friendship he has finally heard my soul.Bless him for his constant giving of his hope to me.
Here is some of his award winning art. He is a painter of my soul.
This is an incredible work and amazing as a dedication to Poe!
THIS IS A POEM THAT IS TOTALLY AWESOME!
I cannot believe how he has stopped me in my tracks - do yourself a favor and READ it. FAV it!
This piece of art was given to me as a gift from a very longstanding friend and one close to my heart. Thank you so very much.
I will love you still.Tomorrow, provided that when morning rolls around the dulcet sky is not hewn and falling like calamity around my neck, and the ground is not rent with grief or torn asunder with greed, and the ocean has not swallowed me up and left me hidden within her tides,tomorrow I will love you still.When the sudden sun sneaks like a thief across the horizon and steals your face from my fitful slumber, I will stretch and remember Summer days and the sweet aroma of your smile.If deep within the mountain-dark night my demons have encamped around me and drawn pictures of tragedy in my mind's eye, I will think of the softness of your hands, the trusting h...Another amazing work from another amazing poet!!
No one wants the real meCan I rest in your arms Can I close my eyes Can I trust your heartbeat...?NoIt's all a dream Open my eyes and there's no one here Fantasies whispered promises Staring off into the cold Holding back the shudderCould I wait here for a moment? Let the winds pass by Could I shelter in your arms?NoThe resounding echo returns There's no shelter for me There's no heart that's mineStrong because there is no one else Stand on my own whether I want to or not The reality No one wants the real me
CemeteryCemeteryAs quiet as death, nothing moving. Cold as clay, the bodies lie. Nothing stirring, Quiet as death. A rustle of wind, a ghostly whisper. like stone soldiers, lined in neat rows. Weeds crawl up, Twining around like veins. No heart beating, No breath is stirred. All is quiet, for the dead lie here. Six feet under, They listen to the sad moans of trees The rustle of wind, and ghostly whispers. The dead lie here, in forever Surrender. As quiet as death, Nothing moving. The dead call you, Come join them. They will welcome you home.
Highland HopesIt is the time of shadows, mystery, and new beginnings, dawn has come to the Highlands, morning has come by the sea.The sun rising o'er chaotic waters, its light dancing, entrancing those who truly see.A dove soars, weary, mourning, unconquered,Coming out from the valley night, suffocated by dark mists, surrounded by the dark towers.She now stands on a rise, eyes filled with the longing for light, ears filled with the magic of song.The breeze brings the scent of mountain flowers, the caress of spirits past, the comfort of angels.Her heart feels everything, untamed passions fill her soul, and she reaches for a dream.At her feet an eastbound...
KAT OF THE NIGHTShe is the shadow that comes into your dreams, quiet and oh she is so unique Over the sill of your open window when the South winds blows sweet Almond shaped eyes shimmer in the depths of the dark's completeness As she creeps close, then closer still, a smile begins upon lips that are sin in their sweetness She is the Wind, like a bird in flight, slipping into your dream world and changing pain to pleasure this night She is the Passion, like a flame she burns the edges of your soul, completing you, competing with you, oh such a precious treasure you in this dream are holding. She is all your desires that you have ever secretly voiced, She ...