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