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    Silhouette

    Before the final golden rays
    Of the glowing yellow sun
    Cease to dance in lovely ways
    Around the clouds soft spun
    Your silhouette enchants me
    And makes my spirits rise,
    Eagerly, I wait to see
    the beauty of your eyes.
    Anticipation grows in me
    Until, at last, the shadows fade
    Unveiling beauty as a rose
    No longer in the shade.
    Your silhouette it gives me
    A taste of things to come,
    A picture of loveliness set free
    My heart you've have truly won.










    Upon these glistening sandy shores
    the beach hungers and thirsts for more.
    Covering the ocean floor, shells
    and beautiful soft lit shining pearls.
    The sparkling waves make them shine
    diamonds, shimmering along the coast line.
    Water washing in a cool blue
    reflects this beauty,
    as waves from the moon.
    Kiss the pearly shells goodnight
    and dawn arrives to meet the light



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    Once I saw a rainbow above the ocean blue,
    Encompassed by a shadow
    Of every color and every hue.
    It was a large rainbow
    Most beautiful to see,
    and underneath the rainbow
    was nothing but the sea.
    I think it was a message
    Quite old, and yet still new,
    It takes both rain and sunshine
    To make the lovely view.
    As we go along life's highway
    A lot of rain must fall.
    But we can find the rainbow
    When the sun shines over all.




















    Life is sad Life is beautiful.
    Pretty but selfish
    To the point of cruelty.
    Life is a smile.
    Which leaves only a sigh
    In place of the heart.
    Your heart in her hand.

    @r60 - September2010








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    I want you to tell me Why I need her.
    Even the least of her stupidities
    Is enough to bewitch me.
    I want to see her naked in my arms.
    Frail, shy and with the need of my mind.
    To feel her heartbeat on my skin
    Until she accepts me as her servant.
    I want her to share her fears.
    She impregnates me with her misfortunes.
    That she hears my breath drying her tears
    And finds in my arms, her greatest defense.

    I want her to feel my spirit. To give her my all tenderness
    Or just a piece of happiness Enough to destroy her distress.

    - by @r60 - April2011


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    B
    e soft.
    Do not let the world make you hard.
    Do not let the pain make you hate.
    Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.
    Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree,
    You still believe it to be a beautiful place.

    ~unknown~













    Over the Edge

    A blank sheet of paper lies before me
    Cant even begin to explain
    All that's been going on
    The pain, the hurt, the tears
    When will enough finally be enough?
    How much further
    Will you push me over the edge?
    Don't you know how much I'm going through?
    I call you my best friend
    But should that all end
    Over this one little conversation
    Where you pushed me to the very edge
    I didn't need you to tell me
    That my life sucks
    I needed you to tell me
    It'd all be alright and to
    never be afraid to go over the edge...
    because you never know whats at the bottom!









    "Simplicity"


    "I don't need,
    A saint to bind me,
    A mirror to find me,
    A church to sign me,
    Or a design to be me."

    "I don't need,
    A fad to desire,
    An idol to admire,
    A vision to wander,
    Or a reason to ponder."

    "I don't need a map of the Heavens,
    To know I'm not standing in Hell."

    "All I need are,
    The stars above me,
    My mate to love me,
    My garden to heal me,
    And my soul to feel me."

    "All I need are,
    A thought to express,
    A dream to refresh,
    A smile to set free,
    And a place to be me."

    "I don't need to see an Angel,
    To know I'm not standing in Hell."

    - Author Unkown



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    THERE is a garden in her face,
    Where roses and white lilies grow;
    A heavenly paradise is that place,
    Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow.
    These cherries grow which none may buy,
    Till "Cherry-ripe" themselves do cry.

    Those cherries fairly do enclose
    Of orient pearl a double row,
    Which when her lovely laughter shows,
    They look like rosebuds filled with snow.
    Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy,
    Till "Cherry-ripe" themselves do cry.

    Her eyes like angels watch them still;
    Her brows like bended bows do stand,
    Threatening with piercing frowns to kill
    All that attempt with eye or hand
    Those sacred cherries to come nigh,
    Till "Cherry-ripe" themselves do cry.

    Thomas Campion




























    You are my heaven
    the flower petals in your eyes
    the ocean in your arms
    the jewels in your heart
    everything precious
    everything tender
    every night with you
    is a dream
    you are my heaven


















    Unicorns can cry

    "They say that Paradise is a state of mind.
    If the hand is cold, then the heart is kind.
    At the rainbows end there's a pot of gold.
    But, not if the weather is really cold.
    They say that life is what you make it.
    and all birds can surely fly.
    But I know penguins don't have wings,
    And Unicorns can cry."

    "They swear that this is everyone's land.
    That love and marriagel walk hand in hand.
    That life is a circle, a never-ending plane.
    and to catch a fairy, just dance in the rain.

    They say in death, your sins will die.
    They say in innocence a child is born.
    But I know that roses still have thorns
    And Unicorns can cry."

    - Author Unkown















    I'm Your Everything

    I'll be your everything if you will let me

    I hear the whispers in the night
    as you lie awake in your bed
    restless

    Yearning for things
    when you know it's not your time
    don't awaken Love until it pleases

    I know what's in your heart
    when you dream
    of that someday
    when you and your brothers
    will be closer to each other

    I know when you see two friends laughing
    carefree
    and you want that

    ... you can have it with Me

    All you need is to stop wishing
    I am here
    and I'm no dream
    just trust in Me...

    I'm your Everything














    As she lay sleeping



    I watch in awe as she lay sleeping,
    the beauty she holds leaves strong men weeping,
    Not from sorrow, not from pain, but for the promise
    of tomorrow and the wind, sun, and rain.

    Tomorrow's rain might feed a stream.
    Tomorrow's sun will light a dream.
    But the promise of tomorrow sleeps.
    In the minds of men in their dreams so deep.

    Tomorrow's the beauty we never can hold.
    It slips through our fingers, it make us all old.
    I watch in awe as she lays sleeping,
    wondering if its all worth keeping.

    Lost are the days that pass us by.
    Gone are the days in the blink of an eye.

    Question what's normal, what's expected, what's sane.
    Hear her laughter in the wind, see her shape in the rain.

    I watch in awe as she lay sleeping.
    and nighttime pulls the day away.
    My heart is hers, just hers for keeping
    I love her more than words can say

















    If you want to change the world- love a woman - really love her.
    Find the one who calls to your soul, who doesn't make sense.
    Throw away your check list and put your ear to her heart and listen.
    Hear the names, the prayers, the songs of every living thing-
    every winged one, every furry and scaled one,
    every underground and underwater one, every green and flowering one,
    every not yet born and dying one -
    Hear their melancholy praises back to the One who gave them life.
    If you haven't heard your own name yet, you haven't listened long enough.
    If your eyes aren't filled with tears, if you aren't bowing at her feet,
    you haven't ever grieved having almost lost her.

    If you want to change the world - love a woman - one woman
    beyond yourself, beyond desire and reason,
    beyond your male preferences for youth, beauty and variety
    and all your superficial concepts of freedom.
    We have given ourselves so many choices
    we have forgotten that true liberation
    comes from standing in the middle of the souls fire
    and burning through our resistance to Love.
    There is only one Goddess.
    Look into Her eyes and see-really see
    if she is the one to bring the axe to your head.
    If not, walk away. Right now.
    Don't waste time trying.
    Know that your decision has nothing to do with her
    because ultimately it's not with who,
    but when we choose to surrender.

    If you want to change the world - love a woman.
    Love her for life-beyond your fear of death,
    beyond your fear of being manipulated
    by the Mother inside your head.
    Don't tell her you're willing to die for her.
    Say you're willing to LIVE with her,
    plant trees with her and watch them grow.
    Be her hero by telling her how beautiful she is in her vulnerable majesty,
    by helping her to remember every day that she IS a Goddess
    through your adoration and devotion.

    If you want to change the world - love a woman
    in all her faces, through all her seasons
    and she will heal you of your schizophrenia-
    your double-mindedness and half-heartednes
    which keeps your Spirit and body separate-
    which keeps you alone and always looking outside your Self
    for something to make your life worth living.
    There will always be another woman.
    Soon the new shiny one will become the old dull one
    and you'll grow restless again, trading in women like cars,
    trading in the Goddess for the latest object of your desire.
    Man doesn't need any more choices.
    What man needs is Woman, the Way of the Feminine,
    of Patience and Compassion, non-seeking, non-doing,
    of breathing in one place and sinking deep intertwining roots
    strong enough to hold the Earth together
    while she shakes off the cement and steel from her skin.

    If you want to change the world - love a woman, just one woman .
    Love and protect her as if she is the last holy vessel.
    Love her through her fear of abandonment
    which she has been holding for all of humanity.
    No, the wound is not hers to heal alone.
    No, she is not weak in her co-dependance.

    If you want to change the world - love a woman
    all the way through
    until she believes you,
    until her instincts, her visions, her voice, her art, her passion,
    her wildness have returned to her-
    until she is a force of love more powerful
    than all the political media demons who seek to devalue and destroy her.

    If you want to change the world,
    lay down your causes, your guns and protest signs.
    Lay down your inner war, your righteous anger
    and love a woman -
    beyond all of your striving for greatness,
    beyond your tenacious quest for enlightenment.
    The holy grail stands before you
    if you would only take her in your arms
    and let go of searching for something beyond this intimacy.

    What if peace is a dream which can only be remembered
    through the heart of Woman?
    What if a mans love for Woman, the Way of the Feminine
    is the key to opening Her heart?

    If you want to change the world - love a woman
    to the depths of your shadow,
    to the highest reaches of your Being,
    back to the Garden where you first met her,
    to the gateway of the rainbow realm
    where you walk through together as Light as One,
    to the point of no return,
    to the ends and the beginning of a new Earth.

    - Author Unkown














    Fly me away


    Fly me away,
    through a clear bright sky,
    Where my hurt is no more,
    And I've no need to cry,

    Fly me away,
    To a place in the sea,
    Where I no longer worry,
    And I'm finally free,

    Fly me away,
    To a far away place,
    Where there is none
    That I must face,

    Fly me away,
    I'll have time all alone,
    I am always so bothered,
    When I am at home,

    Fly me away,
    To cloud number nine,
    Where I can finally,
    Say that truly I'm fine,

    Fly me away,
    From my insecurity,
    Let my doubt go,
    And give me more beauty,

    Fly me away,
    From all of the scars,
    It can be a place,
    Even further than mars,

    Fly me away,
    To that place in my mind,
    that though distant and
    peaceful...no one can find.









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    Bed Of Roses
    by Ian Sawicki

    { Whispered breeze falls so quietly
    upon soft bed of roses sweet,
    perfumed scent locks hearts.
    She lies there, her eyes closed
    in waiting for delicate surprise,
    breasts gently rising,
    falling with her breath, released
    into the summer days murmurings,
    the world is silent fury as I smile,
    collect thoughts and speak -
    the words roll off tongue like melting ice-cube. }

    Whispers: (I love you.)
    My life before has ended,
    I am born again right here, now.
    Do not open your eyes my sweet desire,
    let my words roam you, touch secret places.
    For you, I would throw life to the devil
    and waste away pure time,
    just for a glimpse of that smile
    waiting in the crystals-jade.
    I would live here in bliss now - die tomorrow.

    [ Please dont stop, my love,
    as I lie here, eyes closed,
    heart racing in fathomless time,
    tears dance beneath my lids,
    your words excite me, no Excite
    is too feeble a word to use
    for my senses reel with passions bright.
    I could lie here still forever
    and wander the lines you breathe for me,
    take me away, to that dream
    you have brought into my life. ]

    I would throw myself at your delicious feet
    and bear my soul, cry love, alive!
    Sexually (sigh) attractive wonder
    that you are, my love, nothing
    could hold back this leaping flame
    that is for you alone.
    Time will blush at the things I will show you.
    The moon will weep for her sister sun -
    die in Heaven for us, this true love we share.

    [ My God in Heaven, I thank you for this,
    this man of wonder who sings his soul here.
    Let this time forever be remembered
    in the pages history folds throughout
    my sweet fired eternity. I have lived,
    nothing can change that now, beautifully, I live!
    (Sighs) fold me into these roses beneath,
    my rivers run for you, always true for you. ]

    My heart, open your eyes, look upon me,
    see this truth I hold for your touch so soft.
    There will be only you in the spaces wandered,
    death, it could not remove me from this love, I swear it!
    Come to me please and open me as I open your treasures.
    Let the gods of old watch these scenes
    as we fall into the wild veins of lovemaking.
    Come to me, give all that I ask of you,
    take all that I give of myself so true.

    Roses dance, the day laughs loud at pleasured sights,
    hearts skip beats and gasp in gentle wisps.
    Time sneaks away, it leaves lovers alone,
    subtle breath smiles, wanders into dreams. }


    Happy Birthday Lynn












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    I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
    Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
    Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
    I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

    I hunger for your sleek laugh,
    your hands the color of a savage harvest,
    hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
    I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

    I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
    the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
    I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

    and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
    hunting for you, for your hot heart,
    Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue."
    Pablo Neruda
















    "She who wants a rose must respect the thorn."















    I sit and watch the waves
    As they race up towards the shore.
    The're like riders on white horses,
    rising from the Oceans floor.

    They chase across the water,
    rise and fall through roaring tide.
    Strong, majestic, and yet playful
    Over breakers do they ride.

    There I sit, safe sound,
    watching from my chair...
    As the surging surf expands,
    It leaves the coastline very bare.

    If all of nature hold such fascination,
    I'd pass this lifetime in observation.















    The Temptress

    Her soft, wet eyes draw me in
    with the seductive promise of compassion.
    With outstretched hand, she beckons, "Come to me"
    Insecurities and vices that haunt my days and seek to define me.
    She knows me. She holds me.
    Tears roll down my face and onto her lips as I fall into her.
    She kisses me deeply. Longingly.
    Parting the bed sheets, she softly pats next to her, "Lay with me".

    Depression, thou art a wicked temptress.










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    Come walk with me along this willowed lane,
    Where, like lost coinage from some miser's store,
    The golden dandelions more and more
    Glow, as the warm sun kisses them again!
    For this is May! who with a daisy chain
    Leads on the laughing Hours; for now is o'er
    Long winter's trance. No longer rise and roar
    His forest-wrenching blasts. The hopeful swain,
    Along the furrow, sings behind his team;
    Loud pipes the redbreast - troubadour of spring,
    And vocal all the morning copses ring;
    More blue the skies in lucent lakelets gleam;
    And the glad earth, caressed by murmuring showers,
    Wakes like a bride, to deck herself with flowers!

    Henry Sylvester Cornwell

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    A simple red rose,
    so soft to the touch,
    is a perfect expression,
    of just how much...
    I love You.

    A simple red rose,
    so fragrant and supple,
    brushed on you gently,
    caresses shared by a couple.

    Whether given fresh cut,
    or dried pressed with dreams...
    a rose should be treasured,
    and cherished, it seems.

    A simple red rose,
    when given away,
    is a whispered reminder,
    of words I long to say...

    I love you.













    "My Lady, My Muse"

    "Oh, Lady Art, what an unpredictable mistress you are. As untamable as a wild young man, as fickle as a romantic woman. You mystify and tease my senses with inspired visions, while always keeping just enough out of reach to keep me hooked. Sometimes you linger on the fringes of my thoughts. Other times you relentlessly hound me, until I willfully exhaust your need for me, then you run and hide. Tempting me to give chase, 'til my confusion rises to the swelled proportions of a tidalwave. Your bizarre laughter tickles my emotions, whispering promises of masterpieces and dreams fulfilled. Your challenge is like an addiction, sparks flashing through my reality. You taunt me with concepts of unfathomable depts. Then, suddenly, you burst forth with an ocean of ideas, so that I go mad trying to complete them all. Once completed, your fruits hang on my walls, and surround my sight, beaconing me to add to their family. I dust away the cobwebs to search the dark corners of my soul.

    With you, I express my pain. Through you, I escalate to the top of my joy. Those moments you allow me a finished expression are liken to a literal, and mental, rapture. Harmony, Pain, Ecstasy, Sorrow, Love and Separation. A potpourri of sensations melding together, until black and white become fused in to intimate shades of gray.

    "Rest." You say. When you know my dreams only bring more creative fuel for your greedy fire. You come and go, as you please, on the winds of the Gods. Your will is as whimsical as a child at play. I beg, but you do not come. I coax, yet you only laugh lightly, and dance away. Only when I turn my back. Only when I choose to wait for your mood to release me, do you silently step up, and tap me on the shoulder, like a young one playing tag.

    Together we climb mountains, fight pirates, and build castles on the clouds. We have known perfect love and dined on mystery. Separated, you are but a notion, and I am only human, hand in hand we are invincible, immortal. Destined to ride on the tail of the eternal comet, and live longer than the song of the bard. Our combined spirit engulfs the whole of everything, unlocking doors many fear to pass through. Dancing with elves, and flying on dragons, is not new to us. Nor are silver goddesses, rainbow bridges, and picnics on the moon. We thrive on sunsets and meadows, we feed on fairy cakes and mead. Anyone is welcome to join us, they only have to unlock their chains.

    We crave our others. Yours is a boat for your sail, mine is a soul inspired. He is there, we have felt him, we have touched him, and we have tasted him. We have walked the halls of his mind. Wasn't he there when first we flew? And swam the purple sea? Didn't he hold our hand the day we climbed the giant's tree? And wasn't he that gentle hand that caught us when we fell? Yes, I know that it was him, he told me so himself.

    Symbolically we support each other. You feed us fantasies, I serve us with tangabilities, and he pours the wine of inspiration. No longer are the stars out of range, we are now complete. We are now unlimited. One force of power launching a new reality. We dare to shape visions the Gods only dream of. Few understand passion the way we do. Even less understand Fate as we see it. Many are afraid to take your hand, and journey with you through the unknown. I have no choice, you are in my blood, and all through my spirit. It is true that you will never release me, just as I can never forsake you. Bound by eternity, we will always be one. Dependent on each other, like the flowers and the rain."

    -Author Unkown










    "Raindrops Raindrops
    Are such funny things.
    They haven't feet or haven't wings.
    Yet they sail through the air
    With the greatest of ease,
    And dance on the street
    Wherever they please."













    Don't you wish you could open the door
    to whatever season you felt like
    at that very moment?








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    Ode To a Swingset

    How many hours did I spent
    Swinging on this swing?
    You were my favorite pastime -
    How long has it been since I last took a ride?
    Once my constant friend, now a rotted board.
    How could you have come to this?

    Or was it me? You are the same as you
    Always were, a reminder of happier days
    Not many years ago -I flew on your swings.
    Do you beckon me to return?
    Asking me for one more ride?

    Perhaps, just one more time to feel the joy
    beyond any worry or cares- to feel the rush
    of wind one more time upon my face.
    as each creak of the swing
    sends me higher, and higher















    MY STARLIGHT OF THE NIGHT

    There is a star I see at night... It shines eternal, it is so bright. I hope you see this star too, and think of me, as I'm thinking of you. No matter how far apart we may be, this star I'm sure we can always see. You are in my heart for all eternity, the starlight in my eyes that never dies. I'll never forget you... The star I see at night.











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    THERE is a garden in her face,
    Where roses and white lilies grow;
    A heavenly paradise is that place,
    Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow.
    These cherries grow which none may buy,
    Till "Cherry-ripe" themselves do cry.

    Those cherries fairly do enclose
    Of orient pearl a double row,
    Which when her lovely laughter shows,
    They look like rosebuds filled with snow.
    Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy,
    Till "Cherry-ripe" themselves do cry.

    Her eyes like angels watch them still;
    Her brows like bended bows do stand,
    Threatening with piercing frowns to kill
    All that attempt with eye or hand
    Those sacred cherries to come nigh,
    Till "Cherry-ripe" themselves do cry.

    Thomas Campion




















    Beauty is the sensation of your heart skipping a beat,
    when eyes full of mischief glance at you...
    Beauty is the smile which appears on your lips,
    when you think of the way he smiles at you...
    Beauty is in the heart which touches another
    Beauty is tender hands holding each other
    Beauty is strong arms holding you warm
    Beauty is in water, beauty is in weather,
    beauty is in air, beauty is in life
    Beauty is in love, beauty is in wind...
    Beauty surrounds you days and nights
    yet no one knows beauty's heights...




















    You are my heaven
    the flower petals in your eyes
    the ocean in your arms
    the jewels in your heart
    everything precious
    everything tender
    every night with you
    is a dream
    you are my heaven
















    Unicorns can cry

    "They say that Paradise is a state of mind.
    If the hand is cold, then the heart is kind.
    At the rainbows end there's a pot of gold.
    But, not if the weather is really cold.
    They say that life is what you make it.
    and all birds can surely fly.
    But I know penguins don't have wings,
    And Unicorns can cry."

    "They swear that this is everyone's land.
    That love and marriagel walk hand in hand.
    That life is a circle, a never-ending plane.
    and to catch a fairy, just dance in the rain.

    They say in death, your sins will die.
    They say in innocence a child is born.
    But I know that roses still have thorns
    And Unicorns can cry."

    - Author Unkown













    As she lay sleeping



    I watch in awe as she lay sleeping,
    the beauty she holds leaves strong men weeping,
    Not from sorrow, not from pain, but for the promise
    of tomorrow and the wind, sun, and rain.

    Tomorrow's rain might feed a stream.
    Tomorrow's sun will light a dream.
    But the promise of tomorrow sleeps.
    In the minds of men in their dreams so deep.

    Tomorrow's the beauty we never can hold.
    It slips through our fingers, it make us all old.
    I watch in awe as she lays sleeping,
    wondering if its all worth keeping.

    Lost are the days that pass us by.
    Gone are the days in the blink of an eye.

    Question what's normal, what's expected, what's sane.
    Hear her laughter in the wind, see her shape in the rain.

    I watch in awe as she lay sleeping.
    and nighttime pulls the day away.
    My heart is hers, just hers for keeping
    I love her more than words can say

























    Reality?

    "Reality and insanity, where is the balance of trust?
    In reality, you understand insanity,
    And through insanity, you learn to appreciate reality.
    So where is the danger of surviving in both?
    Reality you need, insanity is a pleasure.
    Reality is survival and insanity makes it bearable.
    So both can aid to life.
    Where would this world be,
    Without imagination, fantasies and dreams of rainbows.
    Where would we be if everyone said,
    "That's crazy!", instead of, "That's possible!"
    To the ideas of time?
    Where would we be if there was no imagination,
    To release a smile?
    Nor fantasies to build dreams on?
    So, hello mind, let's talk awhile.
    Let's see what dreams we can pull from the cobwebs,
    And build into a reality."

    - Author Unkown









    Over the Edge

    A blank sheet of paper lies before me
    Cant even begin to explain
    All that's been going on
    The pain, the hurt, the tears
    When will enough finally be enough?
    How much further
    Will you push me over the edge?
    Don't you know how much I'm going through?
    I call you my best friend
    But should that all end
    Over this one little conversation
    Where you pushed me to the very edge
    I didn't need you to tell me
    That my life sucks
    I needed you to tell me
    It'd all be alright and to
    never be afraid to go over the edge...
    because you never know whats at the bottom!