~*~ 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.