reviving this thread as i love poetry more than these idle threads that never cease to be...

Observe!

4 u Azure...(if its 2 depressing let me know)


Memories of an era that ceases to exist, only in my mind
Of feeble fools
Do they live and carry meaning
Tonight I feel cautious almost uncertain to awaken the bountiful lashbacks
That I know will assault heedless of the damage that will unfurl.
Tonight, I find myself in a novelty of different emotions
That quake with the emergence of maturity
The knowledge that comes from within
The power that says it is okay to let the past go
And treasure what has been
I regret many things that went astray in my life
And though I know that to move on I have to let go
So I will write these sorrowful words
That heal from tyme and mourning and
I reel in the knowledge that I have all the
Strength that I will ever need to recover…


Emblazoned episodes waft to consciousness
as traumatic encounters simmer and stir, to settle back down
nonchalant attitudes acquire meaning as dire straits
becomes uncontrollable obsession, wittingly scores are settled
and hidden innuendoes have stories to tell, while few countenances
brave the sacred timbers of living in an absconded hell
few and far between they arrive to greet old family and friends.. subduing
mere pranks that were played in the day, have rendered better meaning
as the years separate. Lessons learned and injuries forgotten, hardship earned is wisdom scholared. We sought out redemption in the light of glory we searched for answers that we thought only the chosen could tell
when in our hidden minds we knew all the plots, plans and reasons
that in mortality only tyme could dispel

hummm...a dab more i THINK!!

Silence is the beast that shadows the night,
heeding no direction, finding no insight
guiding forever to an unfathomable dark
marring no stones disturbing nothing in sight
Inconclusive dramas play out
mischievous tasks deliberate and intertwine
binding captive audiences together 4 all tyme.
Scarlet,
Silken aromatic sheets cover me
clinging wantonly upon the rise of my breasts
tightly across the place that God molded
golden chalice placed in my hand
feather brocade covers my face
Macomb tactics evade tangible intimacies
As your face is gently erased.

u are very welcome.

I have to volumes that have made it as far as the copyright office. One day perhaps I'll publish them.

But until then i give them away free, as i have lived all the lines i share with you at one tyme or another.

if u are feeling that first literally i'll share these other two so U know how the ropes go...

Woman
Illusive cantankerous riveting semblance of infinity
Walks into my life and screeches to a halt on it’s way out the door
A fleeting second it lingers with back turned
To let me envision what thereafter will never be again
A drought of want hits me like a wave crashing on a shore
Distance lapses against the walls of my heart
And I realize that it is alright
I can’t shun the way I feel anymore
So as it goes with all things
Dawning realization covets sacred wombs
In my being and fills the pits that have been hard
To deceive
I experience devastation complete
With practical behavior that awakens my desire
To keep it going to live for the love I have never known
To reach out my hand to let it carry me home
I feel excitement rush through my veins
Exhilaration explodes in my soul
And love opens its arms
Allowing me to settle inside
Letting the ebb of piece reside
In my life for the minutes that tick off
And it feels so refreshing that I no longer
Have the need to hide the secrets of who I am
And what I have become growing from mere child
To delectable woman …


Strength
Strength carries courage in convictions
denies hopeless advances
appraises rare occasions
and, false acquisitions
strength is the pride that we have in ourselves
the belief that we are above all else
that we prevail in the face of fear
not backing down be you wrong or right
but standing tall in your decision
there are tymes that you will stand alone
strength is the personal antidote, I use
it creates this enigma
a pathway into the unknown
strength is what carries me, when I have nothing left
it coaxes me to sleep at night
and raises me to undertake another day
dispels pollution that forever blows my way
strength keeps me focused on the chore at hand
be it things I like
or things i’d rather leave undone
strength helps me cope with the traumas in life
and it follows me when things go right
strength a never-ending energy
a burst from heaven
that seeks and wraps me in its wings
to allow me the pleasure
of finding my way home


I hope this helps
If u need anything I am an Orgnote away..
[This message was edited Sat Feb 1 19:16:24 PST 2003 by ScarLett]

MR. Bliss

Is that what really happened?

I like'm all!!

Ouch...gottcha!!

so are u now feeling that phase of manogamy should be pleasing and asthetic OR have u hit the manogamy is monotony?

love it - sex is for pleasure after all wether it's manogamous or not...