~* Friends *~

We start out alone
Gazing down an invisible path
Meeting and greeting
Those we see on our way.

Some walk with us.
Some for only a short way.
Some walk the path
Always with us.

The path meanders
In and out of light and dark
Turning into tears
Shared with one that is by our side.

A left turn into a leap of laughter
And we are the Cheshire cat
With a smile so big it almost hurts.

Sometimes we skip in happy joy
With all that journey with us.
Sometimes we walk with solemn grace
With only one.

Friends can be honey
That sweeten our souls
Or water that quenches our thirst
On the twists and turns of our path.

We are treasure hunters
Finding treasures that
No one else would see
But us together.

Rarely, if we are lucky, we find a muse
Planting ideas
And nurturing them to grow
Into a garden of idea flowers.

Our thoughts, bubble and boil
Until something amazing is born.
Something never known before
Built by the blending of Us.

Friends are the gifts
The universe gives us
As our path winds in and out.
And the misty fog becomes the
Light at the end
That calls us home again.
~**~

~* Dreams *~

My dreams shimmer in the fog of the night,
Slipping in and out
Like the mist in the trees outside my window.

Some are dark and shapeless as my worst fears.
Slithering through the darkest recesses of me,
Lurking like a serpent with me as its prey.

Some are beautiful like the brightest butterflies of hope.
They swirl into a glorious mating of ideas
And disappear as quickly as they came.

They slide away down the slippery slope of memories
That I ride on a sled of imagination
Until I crash into other drifts of thought.

Wispy tendrils of thoughts
Swirl in the fog of my mind
Like soft shimmery ribbons of silk blowing in the breeze.

Thoughts burst in and fade out of my mind
Like bright sparkles of light on the fourth of July.
Leaving a residue of color
Merging and melding with sparkling wishes.

I drift on clouds of hope.
Memories fall like the lightest of rain
Splashing onto my outstretched hand.

I try so very hard to catch and hold them
But they slip through my fingers
To mingle with the ones that came before.

I feel the soft warm touch of the sun
Peeking in my window
Leading me from the land of dreams.

I embrace the ones I remember
And sigh softly for the ones that
Have slipped into the fog of my memories.

*~* Making Lemonade *~*

Once upon a time in a land of misty forests lived a Princess. She lived in a tiny cottage perched precariously on the edge of a steep mountain. She woke up each morning with the yellow rays of the sun streaming in her window filling her world with bright joy. Even on the days when the mist covered the valley and the tippy top of the trees that usually danced in the breeze were hiding in the clouds that crept right up to her door, she was happy. On those days she felt like an angel living in the clouds and she floated in the bliss of the day.

This day as her eyes slowly opened and she yawned and stretched and slid from her bed, she remembered that it was a special day. Her best friends had made the long and perilous journey from the ocean's edge, through monstrous green scaly creatures, over dangerous roads, all to help her in a quest: the search for the perfect Christmas tree.

They started out early driving on the very edge of the mountain, up, up, up, searching. She had to close her eyes tightly and tried very hard not to scream as they came so very close to going over the edge on the twisty turny road. The others laughed at her when a tiny moan sometimes escaped from somewhere deep in her soul. She knew she must be brave. A quest was never easy if it was worth doing.

Finally they arrived at the long awaited destination and when they got out into the brightness of the beautiful Autumn day everyone gasped! No one even saw the beautiful trees. No one looked at the bluest of blue skies or the puffy white clouds floating by. No one noticed the smell of pine in the air, that perfect smell that reminds you of Christmas. All anyone saw was ... her hair! The sunshine illuminated what the wicked witch of colors had done. Her beautiful blonde hair was enchanted into flaming mass of a color that could only, even kindly, be described as day-glow orange. It shimmered and sparkled. It seemed to have a strange radioactive glow to it.

Some days life gives you a gift of a lemon, just to see what you will do with it. Will you pucker up with a sour look on your face or might you find something magical out of this gift? That day was a day to remember. The bright light from her hair filled everyone near with a tiny taste of sweet, sweet lemonade. Smiles and laughter filled the air. So if one day life gives you that lemon gift and things are not going just the way you want, do not despair. Life is filled with wondrous things. All you have to do is see them and help others see them too.

On that most amazing day filled with joy and with everyone's help the most perfect tree ever was found!

~*~ Choices ~*~

Right or left,
Up or down,
Every second,
Every minute,
For each day of our lives
We make choices.

Do we let our hearts make them?
Do we let our brains make them?
Do we let society make them?
Do we let someone else choose for us?

This life, this time is mine.
I want to make my own choices
But I seem to get so lost in this world
That I forget they are mine.

I so want to please.
I so want to do the right thing.
I so want to make everyone else feel right
That sometimes I let everyone else come first.

Sometimes I make choices for others
Thinking they need my help.
But we all must make our own choices.
Why don't I remember that?

The choices we make ... make our lives.
They make us ... Us.

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The Long Loving Night

Almost alone on the dance floor,
The stars twinkling in a midnight sky,
Other dancers hidden in the fog of night,
Music dragging dancers through tired steps,

We dance happy in each other's arms
And the night will not be long enough
For passions swirl and twirl around
As they blossom from within us.

As the last notes fade into the darkness,
Our entwined spirits soar into the dawn.
And our bodies ache to entwine too.
Unsatisfied yet, we speed home.

In our bedroom the fire of lust is lit,
Clothes lose their shape
As they fall to the floor,
And lovers melt unto the bed.

By Sazzy and DanD

*~ Songs from the Soul *~

Music from the lessons of life
He sings from his heart and it touches mine.
I am in awe that he lets me share some of it.

MrMulti Writer at Tranquil Cafe with guitar back up of ... Me!

*~ The Last Dance ~*

The light appears dimly at first
Until it blazes down unto the contestants.
They are motionless.
Their colors shimmer and sparkle as the light finds each one.

Our eyes widen in disbelief.
We are in awe of their beauty.

Slowly, so very slowly the final dance begins.
Their colors merge into a cacophony of color:
Reds, golds, oranges, yellows, a few green.
Each one's colors flutter as they begin to sway.

A soft breeze fills the air and slowly breathes over each one.
A mother's breath kissing each one as they float down.
They move in majesty,
A shimmering merging together.
They sparkle and spin and twirl and shimmy
As they do their last dance.

Finally, the finale comes.
Lights flash.
We hear heaven thunder out
Its appreciation.

The air around them becomes a storm.
Reluctantly they give up their places
Floating down to nestle
On Mother Nature's breast
As the great earth receives them
And welcomes them home.

The trees bereft of their presence
Naked now await the next contestants
That will make their way soon
For their last dance.
*~*

~* Where does love go *~

Once love finds your heart
And scars your soul
As you watch it fly away,
Sadness overcomes you.

It returns from time and space
To nestle in again
Among the softer feelings
That tried to take its place.

Does the fire flare again
So strong that nothing else compares?
What happens to those inconsequential feelings
That took its place for that brief moment?

When it flies in on bended knee,
Has wisdom found a home
To buffer it when it returns
From unknown journeys?

Or is love so strong
It never really disappears
But always has its home
So deep inside that none
Can ever takes Its place?

Where does love go
When yours replaced
Sadly crawls away
To ponder it anew?

Where, oh where does love go?

*~*

*~ Fear ~*

Fear can so defeat us.
It can rule all life.
Do we run and hide from it,
Stick our heads in the sand?

Can we ignore the things we fear
Hoping they might somehow go away,
Trying not to notice
That awful sick feeling deep inside?

Can we live in ignorant bliss
In a so not real dream world?

Some things even faced
Can not be changed.
So why should we face them?

Maybe we can just live in the dream
And never wake up
Or will one day
Our world comes crashing down around us?
I wish I knew.

*~*

~* Wicked Women *~

(Daughters of Eve)

Sazzy Oh and DanD Rau

Sometimes I wonder why men put up with women.
Somehow women trap men
In their wicked webs of desire and deceit.
Why do they let themselves fall into the sinful snare
That she has woven of sticky softness?

Is it the innate insidious need for something?
The quest for their lost half?
Maybe its the need to merge
Into another.
Or ... is it just stupidity?

Patently and pitifully he searches.
Only too late
Does he realize his mistake.

Clearly her mendacity
Blinds and binds him
To the abhorrent truth
That ... she ... could have been ... his ... captive.

~*~ Stardust ~*~

We are all stardust,
Brilliant sparkles of light,
Come from afar
Into this night.

Bundles of dust,
Hope and despair,
Wanting to find
A love that is rare.

Floating through time,
Floating through space,
Wanting so much
Just to find our place.

We search back and forth.
We search here and there
Till finally we learn
Love is everywhere.

~*~ Wants and Needs ~*~

The very wise of us
Say that there are only
Three things we really need:
Air to breath,
Water to quench our thirst,
And food to fill our bellies.

I guess they have never ever ever
Awakened one perfect day
With the sun shining happily
In a sky blue as a robin's egg,
With the leaves flittering and fluttering
In a breeze that softly dances here and there,
With the twittering and chirping of the
Birds singing their wake-up song,
All filling the world around us.

And they have never ever ever
Opened eyes dusted with the dreams of the night
To have memories wash over them
Like a freezing, cold rain on a winter's day.
To feel their hearts gripped in a vise of fear
Before it plummets to the depth of despair
Buried in the foulest of feelings.

If the very wise of us felt
This overpowering aching hunger,
This dryness in our throat that croaks
For something more than liquid,
This air that is gone from life,

Then maybe they could understand
Things can never be right
Until
Even a tiny moment of the love
That has fled somewhere in the night
Returns.

Sometimes Love Is a Need.

~*~ Dreams ~*~

Our brains are only computers
That believe what we say.
If we want to live our dreams
We have but to know them.

If we all really do
"Create our own reality,"
If we all really try to
"Follow our bliss,"

Then our life can be
a waking dream,
A walk thru times
of all our desires.

I always knew
I was in charge of
My sleeping dreams
Now I know
All life is a dream.

Life is but an illusion,
A dream that we dream.
Waking or sleeping
It is ours to create.
*~*

Lesson learned, lesson earned

~* written by DanD *~

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The best way of living,
The path we should take,
The path of least resistance,
The path of floating,
Floating through life.

Discard the trouble and stress;
Live the way,
The way of the universe;
Float day by day;
Glory in each minute;
Savor the vagaries;
Smell the roses.

Can you learn
To float your life,
To travel with circumstances
And stand tall
In difficulty?

~* The Happy Man *~

I always knew from the very, very first,
That I was not the first of choices,
Maybe second, maybe third,
But I tried so hard to not let it matter.
Time shared is time shared
And I was happy and I had the thought,
Just maybe, just maybe, you were too.

But she came back into your life
And there was no way it could be hidden.
Never before and probably never more,
I saw the happy joy that was yours again.

What were all the times we shared?
Just a way to pass the time until ...
She found a way to make you hers again?

Together forever really,
Tied in a way even more than before,
Before a Role,
Now entangled in the legality of it all.

I cannot say to you my feelings
For I know what you will say
But I watch through tear- stained eyes
A really happy man once more.

~* World of Words *~

We live in a world of Words
Searching for the perfect way
to say what is deep inside.
Wanting to be heard,
When there are not eyes to see,
When there are not ears to hear,
When there are only our fingers
pressing out the words
Like feet stomping grapes to make fine wine.

We search deep within for the song of words
that resides deep within.

We hope and pray that someone will see them
As the melody we attempt to bring forth.
Music played with emotion can be felt by all.

Our words filled with ... Us,
trying so hard to convey what we feel deep inside,
So many ways to say the right thing,
So many ways to be misunderstood,
Can we make a melody
or only a song never understood?

*~* Beginnings *~*

This story starts like all good stories do ...
Once upon a time...
Long, long ago
A search began.

I wanted to know
What was out there ...
I wanted to know
Who was out there ...

I found a land of a Black Sun
And I lingered there ...
Alone,
A wanderer
In a strange land.

I met a Nomad
And we became
More than friends.
His words, lost in his soul,
The shimmery sparkly
Excitement of glass
Gone for me.

I became his muse;
He became mine.
His words crept slowly forth
Into a torrent of stories.
We shared them
Adding and subtracting
To and for each other.

My eyes found the light.
My fingers cut and shaped
Once more.
We were happy.

But nothing is ever really hidden
And ... She found our words,
Words meant only for each other
And she took him from me
That very day.

Not one word of good bye.
Just gone.
Who knew this sharing of only words
Could cut so cruelly when taken
So quickly away?
I knew.

Slowly, very slowly,
Cautiously
I ventured forth again
Watching, wondering,
Alone again.

I found a Dreamer
Of the most special kind
Filled with Magic and Wonder,
A Knight from a new land.

I took his hand and he led me there.
The world is divided up into Meridians
And I had found mine.

He was my Galahad;
Truly he was ...
With White Knights
All around him.

He asked for my hand
On bended knee.
In shock and surprise
I blinked and agreed.

He was patient and kind.
He and his Knights
Taught me the ways
And I lived in happy bliss.

Time passed as time tends to do,
Sometimes quickly, sometimes so slowly.
And then one day he led me
Through a new portal to a new land,
A world just for us
Of Dreamers and Angels.
Time surrounded us;
The past and the future merged.

It was an Active World.
They gave me a city to rule.
Many came and we thrived
But the wicked witches of that land
Did not care to be less
And they took away my city
On a dark and windy day.

We fled away into the dark
In tears and disbelief
But as one door closes
The light from another shines forth.

Dreamers must dream.
They cannot be held
And a new land appeared.

We went on a forever quest
In a land of trees and elves.
A new and larger guild,
Dashain, was born and grew.

New quests came and left;
New lands opened for us.
Then ... I quested again alone.
He had found his true love.

Discouraged, sad and lonely
I longed for a second chance,
A second life.
They say search and you will find
And it was true!

A new world.
A new me.
New lands.
Friends to find and love.

Words and life
Are meant for sharing
And again in space and time
I found mine.
~*~
Never the ending only another beginning.

~* Tick Tock *~

Tick tock, tick tock.
Have you noticed that
Time can stop or go much faster
Depending on the time and place?

Tick tock, tick tock.
We searched, we looked, and then we found,
A new world with a second chance,
A time to change anything,
A perfect world,
A perfect us!

Tick tock, tick tock.
Time stops...
Old or young?
It does not matter.
Fat or thin?
No one cares!

Tick tock, tick tock.
Now we can be perfect,
The way we always knew we were.
Dark and handsome?
Young and beautiful?
Male or female?
Anything we ever wanted...
Anything!

Tick tock, tick tock.
If we can choose anything,
If we can be anyone,
Why are those that
Still don't care?

Tick tock, tick tock.
If we show the world
The us inside,
Why should we not be
All that we can be?

Tick tock, tick tock.
So little time, so little money,
So little effort is all it takes
For each of us to now become
The special dream
That makes us... Us!

~*~ A Lost Dream ~*~

Once upon a time in a land far away
There lived a lord... A lord of doom.
He tired of all the empty bodies
And succumbed to forests bloom.

He searched for towers of leafy green.
Each one that passed his rigid test
And suited deep his passion's plight
He gently carried to its final nest.

He long had tired of keeping death
And now he planted life instead.
Each tenderly set in the good earth
As once he placed the mournful dead.

His wife long gone to lands unknown
Returned to find her land and spouse.
She filled their home with all her things
And wove she did an overflowing house.

The lord and wife were notified
That they must begin to modify.
The Lord with angst cut down his trees
And to land and title said good bye.

In that far off forgotten land
If you walk along the paths of stone
You see the hedge enclosing home
But wife inside resides alone.

"Enough" he said as he departed.
His dream lives on to start anew
To seek another land, another title?
Surely, there is more to come and to do.

*~ Not the End... Only the beginning. ~*

(Thanks to my mentor, my muse, my editor and my best friend
for all the help he gives me everyday in everyway.)

My forever home

The forest surrounds me.
It holds me in its green leafy embrace.
It called me here away from sand and sun.
Ancient mountains called me home.

A powerful vortex opens here
Into a doorway to another dimension,
Mysterious and Magical,
Into a new time and space.

Clocks accelerate
As kindred spirits and I
Dance on the currents
Of a new Universal existence.

Did synchronicity, serendipity, or synergy
Draw us to this land of promise
To live in a State of mind:
"To be, rather than to seem"?

I live at an apogee of flux
encompassing creativity and spirituality.
My heart, mind, and being
Resonate with this land.

A mystical doorway opens
Into another dimension
Of my ever-changing
Universe, my forever home.

.•*¨`• The Butterfly .•*¨`•

I flitter and flutter in this world
Fragile and bright as a butterfly
Seemingly without direction or purpose
But it is curiosity that draws me on.

We search with wonder for wisdom
Seeking unintelligible answers to insoluble problems
In this new synergistic world
Of pixilated beings.

Are we drawn here to become more,
Merged into something greater
Than our individual parts?

Wanting so for someone to see
That spark in us that has value
So we can belive in our selves.

Let us take the risk
In this curious world
To see the wonder
The spontaneous delight.

Revealing the human spirit
Giving up the hubris of control
Merging in with the "All that is",
We become the oneness of us all.

* ..··•°•··..*

~* Change *~

Changes fly in on the winds of time
Soaring and swooping over the tops of mountains
Slipping and sliding through the leaves of the trees
Floating in through my window.

Bits and bytes
Merge with the wind -
Pixels and places
Electrons in time and space.

Changes grow
In the cauldron of my soul.
They simmer inside me
Boiling to the surface,
Exploding into my being.

You stir the bubbling change in me,
Your recipe of truth and honesty
Hard and soft blend
Of what will be
What can be.

A new me
Forged by the hands of others
Blended into the past
Form a new me for the future.

Stacy: Words and music by Michael Wells

Thanks to Mic for letting me use his song. I'm blessed to have him as
a friend. I know all his dreams will come true.

~*~ A rainy day ~*~

My heart yearns to see you again.
My arms ache to hold you.
My eyes fill with tears as they wait
To see your eyes gazing into them.

My body throbs with the passion
That resides there always yearning
For you to ignite the flame
That flickers there only for you.

The skies are crying for me, for us,
As they shower down unto the earth
To replenish it once again.
I long for you and for clear blue skies.

~* Why did I do it? *~

Why did I do it?
Did I do it to hurt?
Am I so vain
I would cause another pain?

He is forbidden to me
Though I look at him through eyes of love.
He may care for me
But he is a man of the world
And can not be seen with me.

So one night I did what I should not have.
I showed the world that he did care.
I showed them all that I belonged.
I did not care what others thought.

I laughed and danced
My head held high.
He watched with eyes of love
Or just another lesson taught?

Why did I do it?

*~* Cosmic Questing *~*

By SanDazz
*
Leaves flow in the breezes
As I pass they shed tears
For my broken heart.

Stars shedding brilliance
Illuminate my cluttered mind.
The skies drip
Loving tears
Into my soul.

The blue haze
Drifts from the mountains
Obscuring my gaze
Of the loveliness
Of this day.

And the birds
Twittering and chirping
Their melodic songs of love
Distract my wondering meditations.

Today the universe sings
Of my freedom
And the earth
Beats pulsation's
Of response
Anchoring me to life.

My mind drifts from memory to plans.
It lies uneasily in this moment of now
My purpose is conflicted
With heartfelt sorrows
And exuberant joys.

From vernal greening
To autumnal coloring,
I quest for that moment
Of invisible silence
Where heavens will is mine.

The universe unfolds my being
And I rest in this my creation.

~*~ The end ~*~

* This was a collaboration with most of it being written by another poet.

Forbidden love

A dance on a cloud
With a fragrant flower,
We stare unabashed into eyes
Only meant for others.

My heart long ago stolen
As I watched from afar
A lord held in cold lover's grasp
Heart broken as she fled.

His arms welcomed another.
Her songs filled his heart
To ease the ache from
His true love's loss.

A wedding planned
For all to see,
Her wish, not his,
He meant to please.

Could my eyes
So filled with tears
Watch vows exchanged
As two made one.

Her busy life was filled with Song.
Her arms held others
To fill her time.
I read her words and read his too.

She set him free
I think to see
His feeling true
Or not meant to be.

His first love back
As man and wife,
What part has she
In my lord's heart?

I hold him always
Deep inside
And sometimes
In the mist of clouds
We dance and gaze
Into lovers' eyes.

*~* A day to remember *~*

Shapes and Shadows
Drift on the edge of my conscious mind
On a day remembering
Who and what
I am.

Another year
So quickly gone
Almost not noticed
Through the blur of time and space.

I break the chains of time
To relive every moment
Of past years
With new vision.

The now me sees the then me
Through the haze of time.
Each moment is felt anew
But with times perspective.

Shapes and shadows
Of who I am,
Who I'm becoming,
Seen on this day
Of remembering.

*~*

Mystic musings

Rhythmic songs swirl in misty fog
And mingle with the scent of night
To disturb my mystic musings.

Heart unchained filled with joy
Pulsates
With the rhythm of the dark.

Sparkles of light flit
In the surrounding forest
To illuminate my ponderings.

Whoo sings in the inky skies
A feathered predator swoops
To feast on thoughts
Of past painful sorrows.

The universe dances
With joyful feelings
My spirit spirals into
Blissful dreams
Of all my loves.

Just BE

Does it not take courage
For a woman to BE a woman?
Does it not take strength
For a man to BE a man?

The wonder of a woman
The soft sweetness
The delicious joy
The tender love
The desire to please

The strength of a man
The control in his hands
Taking what is his to take
Not by coercion. He is more then that.
But by the power of his persuasion

They have tried to make us the same
We may be equal
But I'm glad I am Woman
Even more glad you are Man

Easy come easy go

I've been told
By someone in the know
That men whose hearts
As everybody knows
Are cold

Can only love the ones
That run
And hide
And cant be told
From hot
Or cold

Can this be true?
That hearts are blind?
And can not see or hear
The tender kind?

How sad that is
If this be true
For much is lost
In missing those of us
They held while missing you.

The purple dress

SHE SAID:

The purple dress of mine so loved
It flowed and shimmered like the waves.
It danced and spun for all to see
Afloat the purple passion sea
...
By chance her words by me were seen
My purple dress, unknown to me
had danced with him and not with me
had spun and twirled when love was new
And now my heart was pierced anew
...
For I am me and she is she
Does she believe I want to be
Another her for him, to please?
Am I so shallow I would change
A hair, my skin, and not be me?
...
Am I a ghost of her love past?
No, I am me and she is she
No ghost of her
Just he and me.
*~*

HE SAID:

My love did read a poem by her
The other purple dress complained
About the dress they shared that day
Made me wonder why they cared
...
So after dancing once with love
I sat in ease alone apart.
The other purple dress did ask
And I enfolded her in dance.
...
I saw my love by song entrance
She sitting near the feet of singer
A glare unseen of lovers eyes,
And she devoid of farewell fled
...
I danced with bliss so unaware
In the dark of night when she returned
It was a horrid moment. I learned
That I was lower then a worm
...
When purple dress asks me to dance,
So wisely I don't take a chance.
My loves tongue wags not chatterly
But sharply slashes pain in me
...
Now I no longer drown neck deep
From quicksand ignorance I'm free
Until my arms with comfort hold
Our love returns midst our fold

*~* The End *~*

Our poem #1

The Heavens cried
As bodies touch
A flame's embrace
Of wanton lust

The rain moves on
As passions flare
To touch,to feel
To taste and more

Silken portals beckon enter
A steamy haze of wet and wonder
Throbbing aching enters in
As pounding hearts
Rush to the end

These lovers merged in warm embrace.
Their bodies fly to heaven's gate,
This dyad lost in time and space
A shooting star that meets its fate

The price of Love

If I control my life,
Why does love control me?
What part of me is missing?
Where do I go wrong?

Should I run from love
Hiding in corners so it can not find me?
Is it easier not to have it
so as not to feel the pain?

Or, is the joy, the wonder of love,
that tingly happiness
that fills you so with bliss,
worth any price?

Should it be ignored?
Is it really better
to never have the dance
than to take another chance
The End

Favorite quotes

Some of my favorite quotes were written by Anaïs Nin. Maybe they will touch your heart too.


"We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are."

"Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. "

"Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions."

What is love really

Love lures me like a moth to a flame
Like a magnet pulled to metal.
Is there free will in this pull of the heart?
Can I draw back before it's too late
And the flame has devoured me?

Why do others not feel this like I do?
Why can they ignore the flame
And defeat the pull of the magnet?
Why can they just walk away
And seemingly not feel the pain?
I am different from these others.

Are men so very, very different from women?
Have they built hard shells that protect them
Like Knights with shining armor?
Why do I have only silks to tempt
And no defenses when I'm sucked in
Yet another time?

My heart rules me, not my head.
Does my heart run my brain
With some strange potent potion
That stops all sense from prevailing?

Why can he just walk away
Not even looking back?
Why is he in charge of he
And me?
Why?

The Wind

The wind passed like a shadow
I felt its touch in the night
An arrogant wind that I ignored
Soon it tempted me
Too late, too late

I watched the wind
it danced with the cold bright moon
My light dimmed
The moon sparkled in the sky
Bright stars shimmered at her feet
I watched the wind

The wind twirled and spun
it dipped and soared
The beauty of it ached in my heart
I watched the breeze

The wind grew tired
It slowed its frantic pace
It finally... saw the moon
Through all her stars
and slowly sunk to earth

I felt its touch once more
it covered me
like a soft warm blanket
of love and desire
I felt the wind
and finally
The wind felt me

My favorite place

It is early morning the sun is just peaking through the trees. I blearily glance out at the view of the mountains hiding behind the tops of the trees. The sun shining on tender fragile green leaves, the sky a brilliant blue, a few soft puffy clouds floating past. The whisper of a breeze, gliding over branches that reach for the heavens, slips in to the house. The fresh clean smell of spring is in the air. I see none of it as I walk quietly through the kitchen, tiptoeing carefully around the boards that moan from age. Down the hallway, my feet feeling the soft carpet, toes wiggling in to feel the warmth after the coldness of the floor.

It is quiet, so very quiet as I walk into my room, my favorite place. My eyes brighten as I feel the calm emanating from the soft peach walls. The sunlight just slipping in this room at the back of the house. My heart begins to race... There it is, sitting in regal black splendor, quiet now, dead to the world and to me. I reach out tentatively, my pulse quickens, I feel fear, great feat and anticipation. I say a tiny prayer to the god, goddesses, anyone that may grant my plea. Please, please, I will be good forever if you just do this one thing for me. My hand moves closer, fingers trembling. I touch that one special place that has the ability to bring joy into my life. I push quickly, gently and listen. I hear the wonder of a soft purr as it comes slowly to life. I turn on the lights so I may see this amazing event that happens every morning just for me. My computer has come to life once more!

The Green Monster

Once upon a time in a far away land, a land of sunny skies and trees whose branches rustled in the winds that soared and dipped across the mountain tops, lived a fair maiden. She was bright, cheerful and happy, most of the time. But deep In her heart of hearts lived a green monster. The most fearsome creature you could ever imagine even in the darkest of your nightmares. He hid in the caves of her soul until, unexpected, he burst free into the world of mortals.

The poor girl seemed to have no control over him at all. And when he came forth, breathing fire and doom, the whole world changed for her. The bright skies became dark as night. The fresh sweet smelling air became foul and hard to breath. Her tender green eyes flashed and glowed and no soft caring touches came from her hands.

He caused her great pain and heartache for her love would not believe that she could not control the monster. He thought that she set him free into the lands to control her love! Can you even imagine that this sweet innocent girl would do a thing like that? Never! Never ever!

No matter how many times she told her love that the monster could not be controlled, her Love's anger would pour forth onto her. His arms turned to stone. His tender words to words that hurt and tore at her heart. No matter what she did or said he could not, would not, hear her.

She even tried to run away when the monster came forth so her love would not have to see this awful sight but this did not please him either. He thought she should be braver than that. He felt that she should stand with her bleeding heart until he bid her go. Why would he not understand? Why could he not feel her pain? Why did he think that anyone anywhere could actually conquer this terrible green monster?

He only knew of kind sweet monsters like dragons that came to play at the feet of his other lady love as she sang sweet songs and he danced in the skies for her. Puffing out his chest as he flew around the crowd, she sang out her song just for him.

How could she ever find the words to explain to him? Would he ever understand her monster? She sits alone, tears running down her flushed cheeks, she ponders this question and writes these words for him.

Puff the Magic dragon flies in the air
Frolicking for his singers love
As she sings so soft and fair.
Dragons fly forever
But monsters fly there too
*~*
So offer understanding
And arms that hold her tight.
Be the Knight that kills that monster
That flies free in the night
*~*
Love can conquer all things
A kind word here and there
And nestled in the arms of love
All monsters disappear.

*~* The End *~*

Secrets

Do we really want to know it all?
Do we want to know the details?
Does a new love want to hear about the old?
Does the old love want to hear about the new?

How many secrets do we keep?
Do we tell the whole truth?
What is the truth?
Is any honesty really truth?

When we are hurt
And no one cares to hear
When there are no arms
To hold us
And help us through the pain

Is what we don't say, a secret?
Can you be close and not tell?
How much do we want to know?
What truth is really honesty

How can you be close
When you keep things back?
How can you care for someone
And not want to know how they feel?

Do we "control" someone
When they know it hurts to see them
With another?
Is that control?

Is love so open and free
That no one really matters?
Its just "tough luck"
If you get your feelings hurt?

There are no answers
Only more questions
Thoughts to be held inside
Until the ache is too much

How can you not want to know?
What is kept inside
So as not to bother you?
How can it be a bother
To hear someone?
How?

There are only questions
No answers
Only pain
That must be hid

How very very sad