A random text from a woman unknown
Early beginings of a friendship has grown
We chat about honest & innocent things
The sorts from which a fruitful friendship can bring
A smile on her face as I see in my mind
I ponder the thought, what shall I find
As I sit here in waiting to hear from her phone
I am happy to not be waiting alone…
As I grow older I begin to see, the worlds in my mind I give to thee
From the simplest things in life most take as a given
To the most complicated struggles, all sins are forgiven
it’s the experiences of our age that makes us strong
Our love, our life, our deeds right and wrong
Whether you believe in a God, deity or higher power
It boils down to your own decisions, each and every hour
What we claim to believe means nothing if we choose based on greed
It is this very act from which we learn & warnings we should heed
If you choose based on beauty then happy you shall never be
For the person underneath is the part you’ll never see
Age, appearance, money or things, love can not come from rings
Life is like a large, colorful, complex piece of art
you must listen & learn to find the key to someone’s heart
You cannot take a pill and make everything well
You cannot waive your hands and cast on your spell
Each and everyone one of us has a duty to the next
To listen, learn & teach our knowledge or pass it on in text
Knowledge is power, with power comes rule, let life’s lessons be your tool
We decided to enter our little long hair Chihuahua into a cute pets contest; He loves to sit on the mower seat and watch for the deer we have in our back field. Very cute little dog :-) His name is Diesel.
I read this and insisted she had to allow it be posted for the world to read. So “Thank you L for you grace in sharing your wonderful, and slightly provocative words!”
I woke in the dark, the dream still haunting me pulling me in. I know he is real in another realm, the place of dreams. It’s always the same, it’s always him. He looks like a rock star.
He commands other men that do what he says with only a look from him. I don’t know who he is. Long blond curled hair, a white man, slender, twenties. He wears pale worn out jeans with holes in the knee and at his inner thigh crease so if he’s aroused you can see him
Thru the hole, which seems to be the idea. Blue eyes, control & confidence. He always comes to show me things always se.xual things. He wants me to watch what they are doing. In bright sunlight in the public. But I want to go over the bridge, no! He says. So seductive this blond man. I tell him he “dresses in poor taste” he answers ” yes
But you like it” I don’t like that he knows what I’m thinking.
Note: he has come to me off and on most of my adult life. I always smile to think about those jeans. :) white Demon where is your selfish kiss🎶
What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger they say
Perhaps it’s a mis-perception in a physical way
To live in life in real physical pain
You become an animal that cannot be tamed
Yet somewhere from deep within a cold tiny hardened core
The power to stop the the vision, the pain…the war…
The complexities of normal can no longer be
For the simple things we miss is all I can see
Don’t race through life worried about what others say
for its not their life to live, live it your own way
Things can Chang so quickly, so fast, soooo fast
Don’t live wishing you could Change your past
Because it can be you too, it happens, so fast…
As I toss my bottle to the sea, Lorelei she calls
She writes me a story, so wonderful, so tense
The words from her lips to her pad they fall
The words written, so real, it makes perfect sense
Lorelei, the beautiful, Lorelei the wise,
come visit me now, for you…a surprise
Pulling across the sea with a skeleton cabin crew
I knew we had little chance with only one or two
But the sound of my love Lorelei enough to drive us on
To island rock of Lorelei the one the Siren lady’s on
Now if all of this makes no sense that as all just fine and well
For if your not trapped by Lorelei, you better run like hell!
Why write? I am asked…what do I say?
For what dreamy fallacy do I pray?
So I proceed as I always do,
word by painful word…adieu
You cannot control when and were, You cannot name it here or there
If you think to hard the words shall run, the poetry lost, the poem is done.
You cannot plan the mastery of a song, or the poetic love in the piece will be wrong.
You must feel in your your soul & allow it to flow
From your pen it shall fall with your heart in tow
Writing is my tool my weapon, with so much power
It brings doom to the worlds it can raise the flowers
It can lighten your heart and make you feel wonder
Or dash your corpse across rocks and bury your body asunder
Why do I write she says, to ask me a question of such
Is to never have tasted life of the living or the shivers of a deadly touch
When I am fee of her beauty, her power and her control
I shall rest my pen, my body and my soul….
The boundaries of our lives are foretold to us
By those who know not what it means to trust
To live and to learn through our fellow man
To bring peace and harmony to this war ridden land
Why must we draw lines? To say race this or that
Why do we ever bother to separate those facts?
We teach it to to be true and then pound it in
Then spending decades correcting our sins
If we spent more time thinking positive notions
We would not have a world full of negative emotions
I am a man, I can kill, I am a man, with a very strong will
Does that give me a right to claim your worth?
To take from you or question your birth?
Just because I am strong does that make you weak
The world is lost and it is so so sad
The world powers, like a machine gone mad
Yet the majority still just move like drones
They feed the beast as it moves and groans
The power of a few controlling us as ghosts
Wake the f#ck up And assemble your host
An army must stand to bring peace to our ground
If you don’t believe, take some time….look around….
Tell me, are you a lady or a lad?
Tis important it’s true,
it changes the rhythm of my poetry,
& the answer I’ll give to you……
Well Met: (Poetic Response):
Darkness befalls the battlefield, bodies strewn around
Arms and legs, beheaded men and blood soaks the ground.
Breathing heavy behind this mask of steal and heavy wire
I push my body hard as hell and wade back in the mire
Another foe falls as I stop, to clean my brow of sweat and blood
From across the way I see a friend, standing in the mud.
Armor shining hard and true, and the broadsword was a sight
It was at this moment that I knew that we were bound to bloody fight!
At a touch, my mind is changed
Forever altered, the pieces re-arranged
How is it so simple? So easy, so wrong?
To fall in love like the stories and in song
Yet as easy as it may seem and so quickly for all
It takes but over night to realize our fall
We fall with out grace from the highest of high
For love knows no bounds, no limits to go by
So we climb and climb, starving for attention
We ignore all precautions in our intimate ascension
And then… we fall…… as a stone into a lake
Pounding, Echoing ripples we leave in our wake
Beyond the boundaries of our minds we run
For it is not their fault, it is done
We are blind, as the infant to it’s life
It can’t be us, it is them holding the knife
But we all play our part and we all know the truth
If only we all could admit, early, in our youth
The world would be a far better place
Full of love, happiness and full of grace.
As I lay here, motionless and still
Sensations of pain and losing will
My breath like a torrent in my brain
Sounds of the world quiet, insane
Warmth pooling in the surrounding mud
My heart pounds as I realize it’s blood
Cloths appear tattered weathered and black
I know in my heart, theres no going back
if only I knew from where or from who?
I just don’t remember, was it one? Or two?
It all is so confusing, I just want to rest
Maybe I’ll close my eyes and forget the whole mess
I just can take it, the pain, the strain…
No wonder feelings like this drive people insane
Am I? Am I insane, can I relax and release my pain?
I close my eyes….the world goes white
As I slip into my eternal rest without a fight…
Question: Unknown Source: - What do all of us humans fight for and believe in as a whole, always and forever?
It’s been long coming but here is
This is a question of the most complex type
What secrets does history bring into light
Mankind seeks that in which it knows not
For religion, vengeance and love we have fought
We kill each other and all in our path
Just live & die and suffer Gods wrath.
Mankind is greedy and some have no faith
Others survive and live in bad taste
Some want the world to own and to rule
While some are loving, less evil and cruel
Some want to murder and hurt others but why?
To know the answers to all….I sigh…
There truly cannot be an answer but one…
We do as we please…we do it for fun
But always and forever? Maybe just these
We seek approval, success & Love makes three