beautiful soft and gentle LA

she labor cunning want to the flame,
to My steps forward folded in places
of forbidden usury, of My silent sea!

'Las, she doth born in brilliant bask
an amnesty for absolution -- she prayeth well --
I give both day and night to pipe on the bird
beside her water-fall! Oft shot her with My stalks
of her own dulcimer drummed passionately, frantically!

and she screamed, “oh, Heaven!- how outbalance day
fades into His will of flames of my cymbals clang!”

lol too much!

nice s1ow... I wish my b1tch of a muse wasn't always cracking her whip inside my head! short and sweet

the velvet sky churns in anticipation
sated in thought, twisted in twilight --

beautiful the colors,
intricate the design,
captivating, mesmerizing
the twists and turns
of the spinning
you eloquently perform.

awestruck by the beauty
of your frail mind
where Pleiades shines
within its tattered slivers --

holding life in one hand
the other draped
in the sea of night.
whispers of angels
tickle your ears,
the congregation
of the elven trust you
to be their maiden,
the heavens open
with just one tear
of yours.

so easily and naturally we slip into us,
the slipknot made of moments lived –

i ante up my breath
in front of your vault
of oxygen
mouth to heart,
bits and pieces,
the gift of risk.

sweet!!! what is a poet? I deep, messed up wordsmith poety for 200 please

She soothes the ache of the messed up?

What is a muse?

nice

serene, beautiful, gentle, everything love is/should be and could be

dreams are the subconscious talking to the conscious in a code you should be able to be understood once learnt and practiced. If I was going to empower another through therapy/guidance I would ask them to consider and see if the Prim and proper "to the 9's mask" was something that was a part of their life. Oor do they "dress" up to live? or maybe has chaos invaded their 9's life? No one can ever inturpt for another their dreams but there are those that can empower another to understand their subconscious

Beautiful!

thanks guys, J and s1ow,

thank you roberta and kim

lol wenchy *bats eyes* and thank you, I think

awwwwww thank you

well written and choked me for in the last year I have lost both my parents, my popi leapday, I lost my last parent and my best friend... it is so fuking surreal!

thank you J

yes J that mind of yours is clever and the implications
inscribed within the words is 3 and 4 fold I love metaphoric let the reader interpt the piece as sees fit, make it theirs! bravo bro!

From the ash of creation rises
Like a flaming Phoenix of destruction,
Her seedling of succulent sweetness
Growing with the beauty of a fiery, fire opal
And resembling an ethereal blue spruce

Noble with its incredible girth
Wise with its slow ancient like stretch
Beautiful with its deep blue of depth
Vibrant with its tactile tentacles of reach
Simply a pilgrimage of a basket full of dreams

Through the vastness of nothingness
Travels her spirit on breath of gilded wings
Reaching with fondling fingertips
From a pair of gossamer graplings
Gentle and light yet cuttingly crisp
Done with neither expectation nor needing
Anything to be boated in return

She weaves my heart and soul, opens it in a manner
That can neither be explained nor understood…


only accepted

forget the "vanilla" give me kink!!!!!