Thursday, March 26, 2009

~*~ I Ponder ~*~



I ponder many things
Like ...
Lust and Love and Like.

Is Lust just a way to know each other?
Is it then lost on the way to Love?
Does Lust and Love give way to
"I like you"?

Is Lust just the desire to own or possess?
Is that not an amazing delicious thing?
Is Lust Love at all?

My love tells me
That Like is better then Love.
I like Love.

Can Like really be better then Love?
He says,
"True love is the total acceptance of others as they are.
True Like is enjoying the other with all their faults and foibles."

So ... which is better ... true Love or true Like?

In my heart ... Like and Love and Lust
Merge into the joy he brings me.
The happy moments in the day that I spend with him,
For me ... Like and Love and Lust
Are ... all ... what I feel for him.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

* Love is a Leash ¸.*´`'*:-.,_,.-:*

Love is a leash.
Sometimes it is as soft and beautiful
As an expensive silk ribbon.
Sometimes as hard and heavy
As a rusty iron chain.

Sometimes we wear it
With prideful joy
Like a leash of
Sparkling diamonds.

Sometimes we wear it
With shameful pain
Trying to hide it
From all eyes.

Love is a leash
That should be taken with
Trembling wonder
Chosen by our hearts

Because when we take it
We give control to another.
Best hope that
Our hearts choose wisely.

Love is a Leash ¸.*´`'*:-.,_,.-:*

Monday, March 2, 2009

~* Bubbles *~

Some nights, all curled up in my warm blankets,
Sensing the cold chill of the wind
Blowing outside my window,
I let thoughts float through my mind
Like that red and white plastic bobber
That bounced up and down
In the ripply waters of the lake
Outside my window when I was young.

The memories float like sparkling bubbles
On the currents of water.
Sometimes they crash against the rocks
On the shore of an angry ocean,
The stormy surf pounding them
Until they pop and float away.

Sometimes they drift peacefully,
Lightly floating,
On the slow gentle currents of a stream,
Bubbles of my life,
The memories kept for me in these beautiful bubbles.
I watch in awe as they float past my consciousness
Shimmering moments of my life.
~*~