With held breaths and measured steps
We open our eyes to the light;
One by one, we embrace the sun
After surviving the night.
Tag: Personal
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In darkness we exist yet we dance.
We pray for light showers,
But our portion is torrential rain.
Unending consternation is our pain;
We fight for our plight,
But the years seem the same.
The fire within is lit,
But the vigor of the heart wanes.
In-between torment and loving sentiments
Chronic insomniacs sleep briefly;
Even on good days eyes are still weepy.
We cry from our souls,
But there is no one to hold.
Warmth is dreamed of,
But stark reality is cold;
Even the children weep with stories untold.
Oh dear heaven, comfort them
And let their wings unfold.
White doves fly against a clear blue background
And are a signal for hope.
We have been lost, as strong tides
Pull us further and further from the shore.
We wade in deep blue waters and dream
Of a place where we weep no more. -
In-between sweet lullabies, kisses,
And seemingly sincere cries
You told me you loved me
With beautiful hazel eyes
And pacified me skillfully
With gentle lies. -
Sensuality is weighed in measured moans;
The poetry of the movement of your body
Highlights your gorgeous tone.
I must dive into deeper waters to explore you further;
To release your essence,
I must take you to heights of ethereal pleasure.
If only silk sheets and plush comforters could whisper …
In its consistency honey is sweet,
But the taste of the fullness of your lips is sweeter.
Your release is akin to a thirsty man
Crawling in a desolate desert who finally found water.
We were once just lovers, but now we are in love with each other.
You are beautiful in your appearance ,
But to the scent of your perfume alone I would surrender.
With slow movements though I am eager, I write you mental love letters.
Your calm voice is like pink lilies on still waters;
The summary of our story is two Sagittarius hearts who found each other
And merged their fires together.
Alone we are still red flames, but together our blue flame burns brighter.
Talk to me sweetly my love, and let me bask in your sensual whisper.
You are a goddess with brown eyes, curled black waterfalls,
And an ankle bracelet standing 5′ 5″ in your natural stature.
Our love is enjoyed in passionate moments and savored hours after.
The beauty of your aura are the pretty tones of your laughter;
Forever in your embrace I am enraptured. -
Discovering our true selves, we are the light that shines;
We are angels adorned in white with diamonds in our eyes.
A dream long sought and finally realized —
On that day we shall be transformed and beautifully reborn
Leaving behind forlorn, fear and the sorrowful years of many tears;
Embracing the shedding of our old shells, becoming butterflies
In the sunlight of the summertime, gently coming to rest
On broad leaves under shady trees, feeling the wind blow
Over and under our wings, listening to Blue Jays sing,
Dauntlessly displaying our gorgeous array of colors
And preparing to fly again. -
Peaceful waters flow over my soul.
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From the pressure of pain and the fire in us,
In our constant agony we have become walking diamonds,
Rare and precious, to be beheld in our raw form unpolished
Yet flawless, in beautiful array of different shapes and colors,
Shining brightly under the heavens, one by one coming out of the darkness
With a long trail of tears behind us. -
With an affectionate touch and passionate kiss
The subtleties in-between finally rose to the surface,
Revealing true feelings of love in glorious bliss. -
Is there redemption to be found in suffering?
Is there nobility in enduring incessant pain?
Can darkened eyes see blue skies through constant rain?
Are we not mortals set in our ways?
Do we not dread the end of days?
Do we not work our fingers to the bone
And apply for loans with interest to be repaid?
In the totality of our lives as the ninety nine percent, are we not slaves?
Do we not have dreams that are unseen?
Do we not weep for ourselves in the four walls we dwell?
Are babies not born into a polluted world of living hell?
Do we not live on the edge risking our lives to feel alive?
Do we not indulge in vices to escape our own minds?
Do we not self medicate because conventional therapy offers no escape?
Have we not prayed and prayed to see nothing change?
Do we not try to hide our pain from the eyes of our children?
Is there a magical pill to a new beginning?
Are we condemned to a fiery lake for our constant sinning?
Do we not hold back tears when in the company of our unknowing peers?
Have we not battled and battled the torment of irrational fears?
When it is late and we remain awake, do we not contemplate our fate?
Do we sometimes not break from the heaviness of the weight?
Do we not constantly mentally write and rewrite our own eulogies?
In each other do we not find beauty?
Do we not remember first kisses in the sunshine of the summertime?
When I see her, do I not see an angel in my mind?
Through the storm will I fall in the field or will I survive?
Does the vengeance in my blood manifest in my son’s eyes?
In our listlessness do we still look to the skies?
In my plight am I misunderstood?
Do I hold back my love or give one hundred percent as I should?
In the loves I have lost, would I change the outcome if I could?
If I had the power would I resurrect my mother?
Do my weaknesses reflect the genetics of my father?
In my pursuance of success, should I even bother?
Is the world rife with decadence and are the years becoming stranger?
Have I become a recluse with unjustified anger?
From the beautiful sentiments I relayed, does she not remember?
In the affects of my childhood do I continue to suffer?
If it doesn’t kill you does it really make you stronger?
Can the moments of peace be made to last longer?
Can two or three small yellow pills cure chronic insomnia?
What qualities in particular make a good lover?
Did the chicken come before the egg, or is it the other?
Should I have stayed, or should I have left her?
Am I both a victim and a survivor?
Do I protect the appearance of vulnerability with a gruff exterior?
Do I approach the advent of adversity in a rational manner?
Are people with cogent minds better orators?
Is marriage better than being a perpetual lover?
Was it the allure of the exterior, or did I really love her?
Did I say something regrettable in my anger?
Are the questions pertinent? . . . I wonder. -
In a nutshell his life was a constant hell.
Reread carefully, if you have somehow
Missed the purgatory of his story.
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