*~* Time *~*

The days slip through my fingers like melting snow.
The freezing cold numbs me
As they splatter into the void of time
Dropping into the yawning mouth of the black hole of eternity.
I still see them sometimes,
The memories,
Like sparking lights in the midnight sky
But most twinkle out and are gone
Where have they gone?
Where is the me that was?
Is the new me soon to be lost too?
I close my hands into tight fists
Hoping to slow the time
And keep the memories before all is lost.

~*~ Words *~*

Where are my words?
Once they were hidden
Someplace so deep inside me
They could not find their way out.

And then ... He came
And unlocked the door
That they were hidden behind.
The words escaped from their prison.

Feelings became words;
Words became stanzas;
Stanzas became poems.

And then they disappeared again.
They slipped back into the chasm
Of my soul,
Lost in the darkness,
Gone.

Have I shut myself off so tightly
That nothing can come out?
I still feel.
I still want.
I still hurt.
I still love.

Have I lost my passion
And with that my words?
I am incommunicado.
I want to write again.

But it's all hidden away,
Bottled up.
I can't seem to let it out.

My verbosity,
Loquacity,
Prolixity ...
Gone.

My muse, still with me,
Might he have the key?
He forces me to try.
One tiny word at a time,
Slowly ... Oh so slowly,
He teases them out.

And so, for now.
These few words,
A start?
Only time will tell.

~* The End *~

~* Isn't it strange *~

Why is it that sometimes
When you need people
The very most
They just disappear?

Why is it that no one
Wants to face up
To their own mortality?

Is it just easier to hide
From what is
Than to help?
I wonder why.

Isn't it strange?

*~* The Wind *~*

The wind howls outside my window.
Leaves flutter to the ground.
My heart flutters with them.
You are the wind in my soul.

I feel the turmoil of autumn
And wonder at the chill
Dispelled by our fiery passion.

Clothes flutter to the ground
Just like the leaves
In a disarray matching
Our primal lust.

The heat from the flames of the fire
Is nothing compared to Our heat.
Slippery wet bodies
Cling to each other.

Seeking natures fulfillment,
We wrestle into wanting tangles
Desperately seeking
The intimate connection.

The storm without
Becomes the storm within
And Passion's gift
Explodes into unity.

We relax into a warm embrace
Feeling the dying embers of our fire,
Sleepily resting until our fire burns again.

~* Never the end *~

~*~ Night Thoughts ~*~

The night settles round me like a warm cloak.
Thoughts scurry through my mind
Like dark thunder clouds
Racing across the sky
Flying past my consciousness
In a ghostly mist.

As the delicious dessert that was my life
Crumbles around me like week-old cake,
I pick pieces from the crumbs
and try to fit them back together,
but the jigsaw pattern of what now is
does not let them fit anymore.

Truth tries to slip through a tiny crack in the wall
That I spent so long building.
As I gaze at the widening crack,
A shimmering box appears
Floating before me.

With trembling hands I carefully open it.
Inside, a tiny throbbing glow shows
On the very bottom of the box.
A small flutter of hope is still alive!
Carefully, I stem the flow of truth from the crack
With this little gift,
And smile.

The buttery yellow glow of the sun
melts through the curtains
of my bedroom window.
A new day dawns,
And with it ...maybe ... Hope.

~*~ Unchosen ~*~

Where did this strange desire come from?
The dusty book falls from a shelf
And the pages fly open.
Alone ... Lonely ... Unchosen.

What is this empty place inside us all,
That needs recognition ... accepetance,
That needs to be wanted.

That empty feeling so deep inside,
The ache of wanting to be someone
More than just no one.

The purpose of life seems ambiguous.
We want ... and don't want,
Need ... and don't need.
I am in a haze of conflicted feelings.

This thing that somehow
Has become important to me
Has opened my book of memories
To that lonely unchosen child.

That hole inside ... That empty one
That we cannot fill.
It must be filled by others.
Why can't we Know how special we are?

Choose me ... Choose me.
I am not a wastoid.
I search for approval.
Can I now do this myself?

Choose me ... Choose me.
I have learned. Have I learned?
I am ... Not ... Ordinary.
I am special.
If I know it , maybe you will too.

Sazzy Oh 9/20/09

~*~ The Storm ~*~

All day I had felt our evening
Tickling my thoughts,
That tiny wiggly feeling
That squirms around inside
And incites little lusts in me.

I felt a growing storm
Filling me with powerful sensations.
Now the time has come ...
We are together.

Our universes intersect in tumultuous joy.
The thundering noise was ... could it be ...
The beating of two hearts
Longing for completion.

Strong currents move us to new heights
The waves of emotions fill us with longing.
That emptiness in our soul longs to be filled.

Long sensuous caresses
Send shivery throbs of intoxication
Waking deeper passions seeking fulfillment.

The warm breath of love swirls through the air
And floats around us.
All nature ensnares us in its lust for life.

Our skin gleams with the dew of our passion;
Our tongues exchange the liquid of our want;
And our ears hear the whispers of our need.

The earth trembles under our feet
And we melt together.
Mother Natures embrace
Becomes our bed.
Like the ancient unions of creation,
We merge into one.

Throbbing drums pound in us.
The ancient rhythm of our hearts
Beat in harmony.
Gasping breaths evoke primal urges
Finding expression in quickening pulsations.

We feel the clouds of our passion
Lift us into the air
And we spin round and round ...
Totally out of control ... until at last ...

We soar over the edge of the world
Into the heavenly embrace of our love.
We shiver in pleasure
And meld into deep contentment.

~* By Sazzy Oh and DanD Rau *~