Welcome To Andromeda

Welcome to my beautiful Andromeda.
Where all the natives are so restless.
I hope you brought an encyclopedia.
We are glad that you're on the guest list.

We really don't get that many visitors.
Hardly anyone comes from outer space.
But sometimes there are some inquisitors.
They have blended in well with our race.

The colors are nice but some are flawed.
Some of the colors are melting but glow.
For survival's sake dogma was outlawed.
We do hope you enjoy your stay though.

Some of us blend well so watch your step.
There is strange fauna and stranger folks.
We researched our history but to our regret;
We just found ourselves here when we woke.

Watch where you park your spaceship.
Because the ground can eat metal core.
We invite you in our alien friendship.
Enjoy your stay; We hope to see more.

Homeward Bound

Lost in you but found in me.
I have never felt love so free.
I follow the same ruts to home.
But now I don't feel so alone.

I make the same circle each day.
But I found a new path today.
You helped me find my albatross.
Without you I would still be lost.

I keep falling in love with you.
Unlike me you are still so true.
Your love keeps taking me higher.
Sometimes I feel like I am on fire.

Our love keeps on getting strong.
You loved me when I was wrong.
Sometime your love makes me cry.
Tears come and I don't know why.

But when I need you; You're there.
You always have time to share.
Please help me not to forget.
Your love is the greatest, yet.

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The Water Bearer

Sometimes its a mountain.
But other times just a hill.
Springs can be fountains.
Artesians water can chill.

Cold water can refresh.
Especially on a hot day.
It can make cold the flesh.
We have to grow anyway.

Drink till your thirst is gone.
But drink slowly the cold.
Your work is still not done.
There is so much to behold.

Like the mountain you bear.
Moles can just see the hill.
The water is crystal clear.
Insights flood; Always will.

All life must have drink.
Even the mighty great oak.
But some water can stink.
We are wheels in a spoke.

Shadow Reaper

Only with thine eyes will you see the reward of the wicked.
But do you really think it will be as you first predicted?
Is your vision so pure and are your thoughts unclouded?
Are you in shadow or have you recently just sprouted?

Is your love waxed cold and are your enemies surrounded?
Are you a square peg or have you became totally rounded?
Can you see inside the box and outside the box together?
Are you just a fair weather friend or one in bad weather?

Will the view you have today be the same as tomorrow?
Is your view based on truth or is based on some sorrow?
Has the mote in your eye blinded you in some fashion?
Is it based on egotistically reasons or guided by passion?

Are you so holy that you can not even be approached?
Are you sure that you are not, too beyond reproach?
Do you just gather stones so that you, too can throw?
Can you not just admit that you just really don't know?

Are you just a leaf shaking in the wind that howls?
Does your awareness help you or do you just growl?
Only with thine eyes will you see the reward of the wicked.
But do you really think it will be as you first predicted?

Blind Shadow

You have taught me more in your blind vision.
Than in a lifetime I could ever could have envision.
Your careful steps and you shaky wandering ways.
Remind me much of how my life has been these days.

I watch you from a safe distance try to make sense.
You step in a pattern; I couldn't see; I was dense.
You have helped me to understand some things.
I hear your prayers; Your anger is comforting.

I try so hard to help you find your lost way.
But I have no map to help your nighted day.
I am just a wayfarer like you even if not blind.
My shadows are not much help to your kind.

I see that you, too have come here to reside.
You seek home and it affects your lost pride.
I see your struggle and try my best to assist.
Your demon can be too much for me to resist.

Maybe somehow we both can find our lost way.
My sightedness and your unsighted night day.
Together we stumble but can right our path.
We will just have to wait for the aftermath.

Conversation With A Tree

I like being round but some think I look better square.
Squirrels don't think I look fat but just glad I am there.
Limbs and branches I think really make me look hot.
But what really frustrates me is this one little knot.

The bugs and insects crawl all over me each day.
I guess I really wouldn't have it any other way.
My root system grows deep into mother earth.
It has always been that way since my birth.

It is so nice when the wind blows through me.
There are times when it is just nice being a tree.
There are days when some try to cut me down.
Grown used to being planted in the ground.

I am really fond of the nests that birds make.
But this one woodpecker I really can't take.
Tried talking to an owl but it just says who.
I try to ignore it; I don't know what else to do.

Sometimes I get tired from standing all the time.
I used to feel more flexible in my young prime.
But a tree has to do what a tree has to do.
Not that this would make any sense to you.

Ghost Lovers

Late at night while I am sleeping.
They come to my bed creeping.
Ever so gently without a sound.
Best friends I have ever found.

Guardian angels watch over me.
They keep me from being lonely.
They keep the demons at bay.
They're here even during the day.

I am no longer prisoner here.
They are so sweet and dear.
Gone are all the days of pain.
They sing a beautiful refrain.

Sirens of night; Angels of day.
They always want me to play.
They give me a wonderful smile.
Into the midst they stay a while.

Enchanted but oh so ghostly.
They are with only me mostly.
Dancing spirits call my name.
Life for me hasn't been the same.

Ghost Tingleby RainbowSlider

Oh, what an awesome eerie feeling.
When the ghosts tickle when kneeling.
Chills they give; Goosebumps, oh my.
I love it when they caress my thighs.

Such a sensation like I have never felt.
Especially when they use the sash belt.
Fingertips like long soft gentle feathers.
I can't remember feeling such pleasure.

Nails that go up and down my spine.
It really drives me out of my mind.
The positions they all can achieve.
At First I couldn't really believe.

Of all of my loves they are the best.
They make me feel like a wanted guest.
Blown kisses and such nice hugs.
I never experience this even on drugs.

I used to think that ghosts couldn't touch.
But now I don't see it that way as much.
I'll admit the first time was weird with a ghost.
Making it with a ghost you can really boast.

Poetry contests sure are addictive. I am competing and that made my 600th poem.

Angels Of Guilt

My young beautiful angel of guilt
You have stabbed me to the hilt.
And my mind is a twisted thing
For my broken heart you did sting.

With you I could walk on clouds.
Now all I can see is broken shrouds.
Surely I will get over you someday.
Sad that it had to turn out this way.

In you I saw such a refreshing sight.
We conversed as we walked in twilight.
In utter horror we had found ecstasy.
But now your pretty face I can not see.

You have outgrown me and moved on.
In me you have left a beautiful song.
More feathers you will have to shed.
Need to try to get you out of my head.

Your memory will be my guiding light.
We know not everything turns out right.
Thanks for the wonderful hug, miss.
The sweetest lips that I never kissed.

Zombie Love

Where the drugs lead you don't have to follow.
I know that you are hurting and feel so hollow.
The craving eats your soul; Lost in the abyss.
But there are better day coming; Sweet miss.

Today, you made your choice; Welcome home.
Keep coming back; You'll never have to be alone.
Your friend did you a favor; Stealing your pot.
You reached for a straw; But more you got.

We're here whenever you need us; Stay clean.
Recovery is more than abstinence; So green.
You got off the merry-go-round; Stick around.
You have millions of friends; More will be found.

Give yourself a chance; Others you will know.
Who have took the first step; Where you'll go.
At first you'll taste bitterness before the better.
But later you'll find the days going together.

A step leading to many more; A new beginning.
A brighter change and really worth defending.
Your new life will fit you so much like a glove.
Here's to you and I welcome you to zombie love.

Madame Golem

At first when she open her eyes;
I thought I had seen a paradise.
But her eyes were full of sadness;
A portal to her wonderful madness.

Talking with this soulless wonder
I imagined how she had pondered
Things I told her before my going
But there was no way of knowing.

Such emptiness and such void
Almost like a brainless android.
I knew there was something there.
Something more than blank stare.

Her mouth opened as to speak.
And words from her lips leaked.
But their substance was wrong
And even the toys were gone.

She resembled a beautiful woman.
Who lived on a beach roaming.
This poor unfortunate totem.
Here's to you Madame Golem.

Long Gone

If you need a hug I am here for you.
If you need a kiss; know what to do?
For long gone are those days of woo.
When it made a difference gone, too.

The want in you responds to my crave.
Who told you that you had to behave?
A moment of your time and I am a knave.
Maybe to you; You think I am deprave.

Oh, I know you think I am but a Jester.
You say that you don't like to pester?
But a simple smile or a slight gesture
Can really cause my heart to fester.

You know my arms are always there.
Can't tell me or You can't really share?
You come from the land of nowhere.
Long gone you go and then I just stare.

I look where you were and think; Wow!
Have I really become an open book, now?
Makes this difference to me; Somehow.
At least when you leave; Take a bow.

Fallen Angel

And she came down from heaven.
For she thought, "This looks fun".
Looking at her clock it had eleven.
But she was invisible to everyone.

None could see her hidden beauty.
They couldn't see the smile she had.
She had a life so wrapped in duty.
She was good but they saw only bad.

As she fell her feathers burned up.
She had become only just a woman.
She had dranked from a bitter cup.
Once she was more than human.

As she fell she felt the vertigo.
Her wings once useful now gone.
She saw the ground so far below.
Then she thought what she done.

Terror went through her small mind.
But it was too late then she knew.
She hoped that they would be kind.
She thought what now can I do.

The Ghost Of Love

Why do I remember you when the nights grow long?
Why do I think of you in each and every love song?
Why do you haunt my memories with golden yesterday?
Why can't I be just satisfied with your picture on display?

Why can't I forget our love and let it stay in the past?
Why can't I forget you; This love surely can't last?
Why must you come to me in my darkest hours?
Why were you such a soft and delicate flower?

Why do I want to keep you bottled deep inside?
Why am I so selfish to want you; Is it my pride?
Why do you tempt me to let my feelings show?
Why are you so real to me; I really want to know?

Why does your love speak to me from the grave?
Why can't your love just settle down and behave?
Why must you taunt me as you did when you lived?
Why can't you release me; Why can't you forgive?

Why won't you let me move on with my new life?
Why are you still the standard my deceased wife?
Why do you still beckon me like an angel on call?
Why are you my reflected self like a mirror on the wall?

Saints Preserve Us

Angels floating up and angels sinking down.
With their feet never quite touching ground.
Caught on this continuous merry-go-round.
Sometimes no rhyme or reason to be found.
Hell and heaven caught in a constant flux.
Problems I can't fix and sometimes it sucks.
I see so many people down on their luck.
I try to help but its like the answer is stuck.
We try to offer encouragement and slack.
Some seem so hopeless on the wrong track.
The answers we give sometimes lack tack.
Sometimes we just say keep coming back.

Unsinkableby RainbowSlider

When we put our heads together.
With a love as light as a feather.
The way we would always float.
Alligators swimming in our moat.
Stubborn but flexible to a flaw.
Such a notorious little outlaw.
Broken with enchanted night.
Sought peace but would fight.
Couldn't match but attracted.
No secrets could be enacted.
Touched with an angel's grace.
My best friend in the rat race.

Mistletoe In Sweet Surrender

Many ways you are greater than me.
Some of the ways I have yet to see.
I am blinded by the sight of my eyes.
Hard to see where some beauty lies.
Comes to me like an enchanted dream.
Something that I must missed it seems.
A revelation never thought of before.
Encountered once but then ignored.
Since then I slept but awakened now.
It slowly melts deeply where it roots.
An insight slowly bearing new fruit.
A new truth mixing with many others.
Finding a home it starts to discover.
It buds taking a life form all its own.
Part of me a mistletoe engendered.
I give in; Lost in sweet surrender.