Your betrayal was subtle,
But my intuition scoured
The depths of your soul,
Diligently seeking the thing
I hoped not to find;
You told me that you loved me,
But there was a contradiction in your eyes.
I was wounded deeply,
But I held it inside,
Hoping that my intuition had lied.
And on that day in its blatant revelation
I wasn’t surprised;
Still, on the inside I cried.
In the midst of pain,
still, I marveled at your pretty eyes,
And sensual lips that spake
Beautiful lies.
A thousand rains could never
Wash away the stain,
Even though you apologized.
My parting words were,
I love you;
Goodbye.
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It must be said of sorrow that the sufferer cares not of tomorrow,
For Life is lived on the edge so the numb soul can feel again;
Tears flow within four walls and agony is undocumented,
But the weeping soul knows that is is wounded;
In the throes of torment dreams of love seem so distant;
Lovers come and go like the changing of the seasons.
The anxious heart longs for warmth when winter approaches
but the chill of cold loneliness pervades.
The once resoluteness of their being fades …
In weeping plea they lament and say,
Who will love us to the end of our days?
Gray hair sets in and the nails are brittle and hardened;
With wrinkled faces and cloudy eyes near blindness
The old reflect on their lives in quiet lament and great sadness,
Stretching forth frail hands under dim lamplight
As if reaching for a piece of the past to be rewritten;
Their utterances incoherent, mumbling prior words spoken
Attempting to bring back some semblance of living,
Because for so long they have been heartbroken
With souls exposed to the cold and hearts frozen .
Old photos over worn fireplaces resurrect fond memories of the past
And in that precious moment the aged get up and start to dance.
Throwing aside pride, they cry for love lost and for love never pursued;
More precious than diamonds now are the memories of their youth.
Though near blindness, in the mind they see clearly,
For even in grayness and frailty they glow in their beauty.
Years of torment and agony causes the body to age rapidly,
But they have survived many brutal winters untold;
They whisper to themselves laughingly,
Though I am old, I have breath yet within me;
Love is still within reach and not just a memory. -
It is in weeping eyes that the heaviness
Of the heart is weighed.
She used to smile on the outside,
But within she was slayed.
Condemnatory eyes stare as passersby jeer,
But they are soulless,
And their existence meaningless;
She no longer lives in their world —
In the spreading of her wings
She is gorgeous. -
In exploring your heart,
One day I became lost in you;
Still, here I abide wrapped in warmth
And in no need of rescue.Janet Jackson – Someday Is Tonight
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The breath of your whispers are a taste of the essence of your being;
I deeply inhale you, and I am addicted.
My will is to thoroughly please you …
In my sensual approach I am uninhibited.
Your moans of pleasure are an erotic measure,
Telling me subtly the carnal necessities of your body;
I am an eager vessel of your delight,
Use me until my cup is poured out and completely empty.
The silent reflections after, are the moments we most remember —
Your head resting against my shoulder with your hair taken down
In wondrous beauty, like a waterfall long held back and finally released
In mid spring, under the warm rays of sunshine magnificently glistening.
Your soft kisses reinvigorate me and again stimulate my will;
I’m enthralled, and willingly with much vigor, I give my all.
The sweetness of your lips is heavenly bliss;
Let me now say, I love you, lest I am remiss.
The very nature of your aura is what I savor;
Endless days and nights I taste of your flavor,
And I am overcome with passion.
Let us lie together and immerse ourselves in love everlasting.
The femininity of the arches of your feet
Are aesthetically pleasing to the concupiscent eyes that stare;
The lust that overflows within me is palpable every time you’re near.
I reach for you, pulling back soft silk, beautified in ultramarine blue.
The warmth of my hands driving your desire,
And your Sagittarius heart submitting to anticipated pleasure.
Waves of ecstasy ensue.
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The essence of me still holds you tightly in loving caress;
The stubbornness of my heart refusing to let go
Of intimate moments and kisses endless.
I am trapped in time, preserved in ice from the cold winter of loneliness;
My eyes cry … the warm tears fall.
In the clutter of my mind I clear a space for you.
You dance with me intimately and you are again mine;
Or at least for a time.
Come home with me, and let’s rekindle a once raging fire
That slowly faded to embers;
I had tried to find a way out many times, but I am lost in your rapture.
Vividly I commune with you in dreams,
But when I awake the sight of you is hard to capture.
The indelible mark you left on me is impressed upon my heart eternally.
With your hair curled and eyes bright I see you;
Your warm smile and beautiful aura
Entangling me in deep passion of rare memories.
I loved you deeply, always pouring out of myself the deep well
Of intimacy, love, and sensuality so you’d always remember me.
Oh heaven, that I could hold her once more;
That she could see solemn eyes that for so long have cried.
No, no, I must pull away and temper my desolate soul,
Lest my heart longs for you for an eternity;
But despite my constant protest, my heart no longer belongs to me. -
The sorrow in our eyes that we carry
Is the rendering of our lives,
For our sorrows have been many.
We savor tranquility, for our joys are momentary.
With tears, we strive to be alive struggling to find buoyancy,
While Sinking in life’s troubled waters with hearts that are heavy.
We scream at the shore waving our arms frantically
Trying to get the attention of society;
But though they see, they turn away blindly.
We must collectivize to become our own safety,
Calmly lifting each other out of dark waters
And find warmth on the ship with healing light that sails peacefully. -
The precious essence of a woman is revealed past the mere sensual appeal of her exterior. Her soul must be nurtured in the rich soil of eternal rapture with sunlight and plenty of water. In the gradual opening of her heart, she becomes a blooming flower with the intoxicating fragrance of a white gardenia. With roots firmly planted, she is unmovable even in stormy weather; her petals are delicate so you must protect her and be tender in the way you handle her. Her beauty will attract many but they could never touch her. She is a wonder and stunning in the magnificence of her color. Certainly, jealous eyes gaze upon her in the glory of her splendor. With genuine love and affection she will never wither. In the warmth of intimacy she will thrive and effortlessly survive the cold harshness of the winter. Daily, you must lovingly whisper to her even in her slumber. In divine balance, her exposure to sunlight, water and nutrients must be evenly measured. Without uprooting her, the majesty of her existence must be treasured. A perennial, year after year she is made beautiful in her renewal. The strength of love is found in patience because its foundation is gradual. Deeply rooted in compassion, our love is everlasting and her elegance eternal.
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Unafraid of the screams and horrid dreams
I march through the darkness alone;
My resolve hardened from years of pain and unceasing turmoil,
Praying for heavenly rain to cool the blood that boils;
My golden crown weathered and heavy,
I cast it aside, again to be reclaimed,
When I am reborn flawlessly in light,
With blue fire scorching the darkness of night,
Finding diamonds and precious metals unclaimed,
Resurrected in the clouds and protected by blue stars
With a new name, triumphantly declaring my return,
With beauteous eyes of white diamonds, with pupils of blue flame. -
I thought I had lost you forever
But you abide in me so we are together,
And on that day we gather,
I will again see you Mother.
