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two dames on a dark street
one draped in red and other in white
one like night and other as the light
both are twins in my eyes
both at first, the look would make me sigh

they both smiled at me and asked
who is real and who is without a mask?
both even sounded so similarly sweet and warm
both were promising no harm

I mumbled and fumbled

lust you might be the one whom I would like to sleep with
you might be the one whose moans I want to hear
love you are the one with whom I want to wake up with
whose calm face, hair, hands, heart I want to stare

lust you might be the one with whom I could spend my entire life
you might be the one whose talks I want to hear
love you are the one without whom I cannot now live
you are the one with whom silence too I can share

lust you are all that is internal
both mind and heart are under you spell
love you are the one who is eternal
it’s our soul in which u may dwell

if I have a choice
I want no internal pleasure but eternal delight
I want no lady in red but my woman in white
 
Dog Talk (2009 Song lyrics by Saximony)

See that birdie in the tree?
Birdie fly away from me.
He's coming back, wait and see....
I'm gonna get you birdy.

Squirrel Run beneath the fence.
I know he did I caught his scent.
Circle back beneath the tree....
I wonder where that birdy went?

Chasing rabbits all day long,
Lying on a Shady Lawn.
Stupid people think I'm going to take them for a walk, listen to my dog.....
Dog talk.

I'm gonna lick my masters nose,
He's gonna give me a juicy bone,
No one walks upon my lawn...
Dog talk
I can sit up here and beg,
Bite you right upon your leg,
I can shake and then play dead....
Dog talk.
I can pee while people watch,
Lick myself right in the crotch,
Relieve myself all over your lawn,
Dog talk.

Sax
 
Kneels by your side trying not to cry

My heart is broken and I can not hide

I hurt so much I feel so ashamed

The pain so real

I cannot hide the tears that fall

You're sweet words back make it worse

the guilt I feel I did you wrong

My heart hurts for what I have done

You were so harsh but yet so good

I am sorry I was not her

I tried to be as perfect as can be

but that just isn't me

If I could start all over

I would make it right we would be a sight

Perfect for you and me as we would be

But what I have done I can not mend

I broke the trust we had

I did the cardinal sin

I spoke to others about you

I know it's wrong and I can not take back the words I spewed

The things you did were not right

but I should have said something out right

now we don't talk

Not able to mend

Unable to even be friends

I am sorry for what I have done

as you were my one true love

good bye my love and true best friend in all
 
You started with a poem

I was so surprised

I had never been sent a poem written just for me

Was is just for me or just something you had wrote down

It's doesn't really matter now

you sent another my heart started a flutter

The more you sent

the more I wanted you

Just little messages back and forth

Everyday I can't wait to speak to thee

You make me smile and all the while

It started with a poem and looks at us bloom

I saw a pic of you

and you were exactly what I pictured

someone so genuine and true

who knew I would meet someone like you
 
@Thalassa

My Blue World
Lanna M

I know a place where the world is still,
where time and space have no hold.
I know a place where my heart and soul are one
and there are stories left untold.

I know a place where I rest in peace,
where my body lies numbed to pain,
where my eyes lie opened to the light above
and I've broken gravity's chain.

I know a place
Where I must leave as seconds pass.
My frail mortality cannot stand against its grave,
and my lungs shatter like glass.

I know a place so wonderful and deadly.
It pulls me into deep.
Oh, my deep blue ocean world.
I'll return to you after the surface pulls you from me.
 
SweetLesGirl said:
@Thalassa

My Blue World
Lanna M

I know a place where the world is still,
where time and space have no hold.
I know a place where my heart and soul are one
and there are stories left untold.

I know a place where I rest in peace,
where my body lies numbed to pain,
where my eyes lie opened to the light above
and I've broken gravity's chain.

I know a place
Where I must leave as seconds pass.
My frail mortality cannot stand against its grave,
and my lungs shatter like glass.

I know a place so wonderful and deadly.
It pulls me into deep.
Oh, my deep blue ocean world.
I'll return to you after the surface pulls you from me.
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The beauty of the ocean, indeed. I'll be there when my days are up. Thank you for sharing, sweet slg.
 
Sometimes I feel like a volcano
One thing heats up. My top starts to blow.
Ash cloud is noxious. Vicinity, toxic.
Don't get close or Ur gonna burn.
Gimme some time let me toss and turn
I lie to you and myself. To cool down the flames.
Nothing at fault, no one to blame. Just me and my mind. I'm going insane.
Why am I here. What's there to gain?
The rules don't make sense in this fuckin game.
Sometimes I feel like a volcano.
They hurt me or mine my top will blow
I'll start to throw bombs won't know how to stop.
Keep screaming and pounding till all the tides drop.
Burn through friends and foes alike.
Get under my skin you can take a hike
Trust me when I say it's safer to run. Thank Ur lucky stars I don't own a gun.
I'm gonna burn out. I know it deep down. So I stay by myself happy wearing a frown.
 
The Invitation
By Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn't interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon...
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn't interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes."

It doesn't interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.
 
This is not mine, as some of you might notice by reading it. Haven’t watched the Lord of the Rings movies for a while they are imprinted in my brain. You know, because they're so fucking amazing. Having read them only once some 20 years ago, I am not sure this is in the books though. Anyway, this popped up in my head just now.

Home is behind, the world ahead.
And there are many paths to tread.

Through shadow, through the edge of night. Untill the stars are all alight.

Mist and shadow, clouds and shade.
All shall fade, all shall fade.
 
Caged Bird
By Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.


But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.


The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.


The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own


But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.


The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
 
(A poem by Noel S. Williams)

You're more than awesome

You are one of a kind

Your personality blossoms

and your bright soul is not confined



You're smile is beautiful

You're hope is bright

Your spirit is lovable

You shine through with your light



Sometimes you'll forget these things

When your life gets tough

You'll feel as if you're tied up by strings

You feel like your life is rough



But when you get to that point

When you can't remeber all the good

When you're being torn apart joint by joint

Look back at this and remember what you should



You're perfect in every way

You are the light in the dark

Your spirit is yellow not grey

And you are the start of a hopeful spark



You're more than awesome

You're one of a kind

You're beautiful like a blossom

and your soul is not confined.
 
"Live in the moment,
Just take it all in.
Pay attention to everything,
Right there and right then.

Don’t let your mind wander
To what’s coming next.
Cherish this moment
And give it your best.

Don’t let tomorrow
Make you rush through today,
Or too many great moments
Will just go to waste.

And the person you’re with,
In that moment you share,
Give them all of your focus;
Be totally there.

Laugh till it hurts,
Let the tears drop.
Fill up each moment
With all that you’ve got.

Don’t miss the details;
The lesson is there.
Don’t get complacent;
Stay sharp and aware.

It can take but a moment
To change your life’s path.
And once it ticks by,
There is no going back.

In just 60 seconds,
You may make a new friend.
Find your true love,
Or see a life start or end.

You become who you are
In those moments you live.
And the growth’s not in taking
But in how much you give.

Life is just moments,
So precious and few.
Whether valued or squandered,
It’s all up to you!" - Fleming
 
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.” -Theodore Roosevelt
 
Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate

I am the captain of my soul. - William Ernest Henley
 
Waves-

Emotions are often like waves
Some high, some low.
And sometimes-just sometimes-a natural disaster occurs.
Though, we try with the best our ability to stop it.
It could be like putting on a mask; showing others how you want to be perceived (highly), vs. How you actually are (low).
The natural disaster (a tsunami) only occurs less often than not, but can definitely still occur if not taking pre-cautions (relapse).
Another thing about natural disasters and relapse is that they both hit
Hard.
So, when this is in motion, how are we supposed to prevent it?
Trick question: we can't.
We can stop it before it comes, though
Or, we could even prevent it from getting even worse.
Sometimes, you just never when those natural disasters can hit
-SubSoapy
 
Unspoken

My soul is aching

The bone crushing weariness that comes from uncertainty

Broken, that it takes my tears to end your silence

While I am shattered you remain Whole and unaffected

While the evidence of my pain courses down my cheeks,

you remain blissfully unaware of my torment.

Why do you affect me thus?

Once strong, for you...I am weakened

Slave to emotions I dare not voice

You hold me in your thrall and weave your spell over my fragile reality

One word and my heart is full

The lack...sending me into sleepless torment.
 
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