In late night hours
I sit in anguish
As thoughts stream;
I hope to calm my mind,
So after a glass of wine
I pray for a blissful dream.
Tag: Poetry
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Weary hearts
And tired souls
With sorrows untold,
Seek shelter from the storms
In a place that’s warm,
For slight reprieve
And a moment to breathe. -
You left me, but you took a piece of my heart and soul with you;
Remember me as the man who always loved you;
Remember my vulnerabilities that I openly showed you;
Remember the nights that we comforted each other and cried together;
Remember your promise to always love me forever. -
Peaceful memories, wrap me in warmth and calm my thoughts; send me to a place of tranquility and love; infuse my mind with fond memories of my childhood, and let me see my mother’s face glowing in light. Kiss me with the kisses of solitude; hold me in the darkness of night; be my guiding light in dark and stormy seas. Shower me with feelings of love, and deep emotions; bring me back to that place of safety that sheltered me from the storm. Revive memories of laughter, and of those wonderful nights in the summer. Cover me in a warm blanket of peace, and bring happiness into my dreams; take me to the places of endless cherry blossom trees and vast lavender fields; let me float atop lush greenery in the sunshine, and remember all the beautiful and wondrous times. Let peacefulness and joy enter into my heart, and circulate through my bloodstream. Peaceful memories, please let me touch Polaris, in a late summer’s dream.
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My heart speaks to me. Love infuses me. Let me hold you closely. A passionate kiss is given; I look into your eyes and we share our thoughts without words being spoken. I love you with such heartfelt emotion; I love you with deep feelings hidden inside me that only you have discovered. I have dreamed of these days, and I have longed for these moments. My love, let us commune with each other in divine union. Light my spirit with your flames of love, and stimulate my body with passion; awaken my subconscious mind with beautiful dreams, and gorgeous thoughts of you that are lasting. Let us walk slowly together hand in hand into peaceful rivers and kiss passionately, holding each other tightly, as our skin glistens brightly under the soft rays of the moonlight. Let us make impassioned love, and then slow dance in the dusk of the twilight. At midnight I will recite to you a poem of love and intense emotions while you are asleep, and hope it floats into your subconscious, and rests in your heart. I will kiss your sweet lips once again my lady, as we vow to each other, that we will never be apart.
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Sagittarius woman, let us become passionate lovers and enjoy each other. Your sensual nature enthralls me. I have dreamed many dreams of kissing you in the brightness of a full moon, and making passionate love to you under the starlight. Your smile intoxicates me with feelings of desire and lustful imagination. Your carefree ways incite my spirit to be free. Let’s escape on an adventure together; the fire that burns within you, also burns within me. In the heat of the moment our fire signs will merge together; your long hair and deep kisses are a wondrous pleasure.
Sagittarius woman, you are an exciting lady and never a bore; your beautiful spirit and honesty is refreshing and leaves me wanting more. Your love is like the many colors of the hibiscus flower in beautiful array. Your feelings are true; your passion runs as deep as the currents of the Atlantic ocean blue. Beautiful and wondrous lady, let me take of your essence to invigorate my spirit. Walking under a cherry blossom tree, in a yellow sundress, on a rainy day in the summer is where I saw you. You turned and looked at me, and in a moment’s notice, you captured my spirit eternally.
I want no other but you, and I will love you faithfully. Our love and fire cannot be quenched. We’ve spent many wonderful days and nights together. We’ve held deep intimate moments and passionately loved each other. Now autumn has come, and I can hold back my feelings for you no longer. Sagittarius woman, please accept my heartfelt notions and fervent feelings to be true. In the two seasons we have spent together, I have wholeheartedly and sincerely fallen in love with you.
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In her moment of solitude she has found peace and light in her heart. The tranquility of her mind overtakes her, as her body is warmed by the feelings of love and happiness. She lifts her head to the sky to witness the glory of the heavens as she whispers a short prayer. Tears roll down her face as she releases her heavy burdens, and as the light flushes out the darkness. The yokes of iron that held her captive, and in sorrow have been broken. The hurt that she carried so long has been decimated and replaced with healing; a soothing balm of unconditional love, understanding and peace of mind has covered her. The deep scars of the past have disappeared, and the pain in her memory has been washed away. She has come home to her true self; she has recaptured her spirit; her essence is more precious than the most polished of the rarest metals and diamonds. She had always been a free spirit, but she had lost her way. Her bright light was dimmed by the people who had used her and had taken freely of her essence. Her spirit was like a trapped bird wailing in sorrow to be released into the air to fly once more, but they could never take the hope and the beauty inside of her. Her eyes have cried so many tears, and she has endured so much pain. Nights of anguish without any sleep as she sought rest, but could find only anxiety, as intrusive thoughts invaded her mind. The weariness of her body and of her mind were enough to make the angels cry. Her heart is a hidden gem and light exudes from her. No one can take of her energy any longer, for she bathes in light and her essence has overtaken her. Her spirit has been made whole again in divine healing and she is blessed. She walks in the wondrous nature of the earth with joyous laughter and her spirit is free. The sounds of the valley streams are calming as she drinks of the pure and cool water, reviving her soul once more.
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Lord, grant me solace. Grant me peace.
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A black ant crawls around in search of sustenance. I live in perpetual darkness. I am plagued by snares and pestilence. I have been abandoned by all who have claimed to love me. Family means nothing now; friends have become hated enemies. The world has taken a front row seat to my misery; they drink their wine and sample hors d’oeuvres with a scowl on their faces. As I make my entrance on stage, they laugh and jeer with foul breath and discolored teeth. I am mocked mercilessly by the horde of disgusting and worthless scum.
In the midst of their mockeries and outbursts, I sit and keep my silence. The inner workings of my mind record their atrocities. I detail and finalize the ways of their destruction. They parade me around in their congregation as they put my suffering on display. Loud cheers are heard as they exploit my vulnerability. They are jubilant and euphoric in their wickedness and immorality. They feed on my misery like parasites. The gluttonous filth fill their bellies and come back for more.
I have nothing left to give. I cry out as anger overtakes me. They fall silent and stare … I curse them all to hell. I will survive; I will survive it all. I will uproot them as a violent tornado uproots trees. I will swarm them like aggressive African bees swarm their prey. I will upset them. I will make them pay. I will destroy them. I will upset their very spirits and souls with curses and vile rhetoric. I will make it difficult for them to sleep. I will have my revenge.
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He reaches for her, but she is not there. Her scent still lingers in the place she slept. Strands of her hair are found on pillows. Again he reaches for her, but she is gone, never to return. In the late hours he sheds tears. Sleep has not been a friend to him. Peace has left him. Happiness has eluded him for two winters now. He is lost in the innermost workings of his mind. Hopelessness rushes in like water from a broken dam. Even though he puts up a strong barrier, it presses against the door. Waiting to invade his thoughts. Waiting to wreak its havoc.
He can withstand it for a time, but only for a time. Maybe he will make it through winter; maybe he will see the bloom of spring, and feel the warmth of summer. Still it waits, bearing down its full force upon his will, taunting him, laughing at him. He misses her; he misses her so much. Tears flow once again at the thought of her memory; her soft touch. He is tired. He is so tired. His movements are slow, and his will is weak. His barrier cracks and splinters.
Hopelessness seeps through. It is followed by loneliness. Depression makes its entrance. Following closely behind are fear and anger. They slowly wind and make their way through his system like poisonous molasses choking his life force and corrupting his once endless energy. A beautiful garden is turned into an unsightly bed of weeds, and waterfalls are dried up. Ripe fruit is turned rotten and given to the worm. He is tormented day and night. He seeks rest like a wild scavenger seeks food, but there is none to be found.
Darkness surrounds him and misery peers through his window to bear witness to his demise, but he remembers her warmth, and their time together. He remembers her laughter and her joy; he vividly sees her face and the light of her life shines brightly in his being. The movie of her love and life play in his mind, and he is strengthened. Her glowing face is amplified in his thoughts and his joy comes back to him. Fear and anger dissipate. Depression is trampled. Hopelessness is utterly rooted out and destroyed. Only loneliness abides. He misses her.
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