can you feel me

may the magic of a smile
lift your soul a little while
may the touch of loving fingers
soothe your heart while it there lingers
may the aura of your limbs
with mine join until it brims

and falls over this sharp edge
in a tumbling ecstasy
while your voice sings out sweet words
asking me for no mercy

picture: http://ariel87.deviantart.com/art/Baby-join-me-in-death-127523825

an ice-cold meltdown

the pitch that whispers through bare trees
with caustic promises
brutally fantastic
and dark the dye assaulting the vision
of shapeless gloomy
forms of the restless
while sluggish cold water threatens below
primed to drown
in an ice-cold meltdown



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yield to a sigh

soft the voice
calling my name
silky the touch
aiming to claim
clamoring needs
eagerly reaching
for the edge
sensibility breaching
earth-bound restrictions
i deny
yield to the calling
immerse in a sigh

picture: http://pirate-sarah-pdc.deviantart.com/art/Looking-for-Angels-104332168

the guardian

unsettled mood
unsettled skies
crippled minds
nestled moonrise

through hazy clouds
he makes his way
in early twilight
through archway
of barren branches
from old trees
forming part
of histories

guarding you
guarding me
pleading hope
waning seamy

picture: http://glitterplague.deviantart.com/art/Pirate-Moon-13599031

plagiarism

a good soul out there in blogland has alerted me to the fact that there is someone who plagiarised one of my poems. she has shown me where this offender is (she is unknown to me), so rest assured it's not one of you who i consider to be my friends.

firstly, thank you to the lady who alerted me to this fact, for the kindness and trouble she went to, doing something that she really didn’t need to, and secondly i’m horrified to find people can callously steal another persons writing, ideas, imagination and creativity and claim it as their own.

i feel completely thrown by the fact that this has shown me the complete opposite ends of the spectrum of people in cyberspace, the right and the wrong.

i will report her. i'm sad and angry. i don't feel like writing today...

picture: http://filmflam.deviantart.com/art/Angry-Chair-28247195

a touch of nephrite

follow the echo
of opening gates
to the rising sun at midnight
where spirits touch
believing souls
with powers of nephrite*

whispers become
the guiding light
of feelings truthful descent
goodness can’t live
within shadows
it gleams with pure intent

*nephrite strengthens and brings longevity to its wearer. wearing it as a talisman protects against failure and misfortune. the blue or green nephrite overcomes evil in the person, helps him to change for the best. nephrite has strong powers: it promotes changes for the best in daily life, helps to overcome deadlocks. it is a stone of singles; they should always carry it as a talisman. as an amulet it protects from sickness, strengthens vital forces of the body. http://www.jewels-empire.com/Nephrite_info.html

picture: http://sab687.deviantart.com/art/Pure-44343925

gratitude

read gratitude over at tsr, here

picture: http://onixa.deviantart.com/art/Let-it-fly-127498417

p.s. we've run out of bandwidth, so i'll be catching up with all you beautiful people tomorrow, okay!

when...

when a minute is a hour
when a hour is a day
when you’re trapped in private hell
when your thoughts won’t go away
and the only thing that moves
at a rate of thousand knots
moving faster than you process
tying multitudes of knots
when you’re caught in silent hell
no way forward, no way back
when you sit in rays of light
yet around you see just black

picture: http://justsunny.deviantart.com/art/black-ocean-11656094

55 - forever frozen

every friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man!

burnt by the stare
of arctic skies
the deepest blue
of a lovers eyes
that captures you
in frozen state
feel the tremors
it’s too late
you’ve given yourself
to another twice
your blood starts to freeze
you pay the price
the mind is still
breath become short
eyes glaze over
as forever you court

picture: http://nolaknows.deviantart.com/art/Forever-Frozen-106913237

the hands of the clock

i walked down this street at 5 + 8
now find i’m here, at 38
10 houses down is where i live
have my home, it’s where i give
the dinners, clean clothes, i am the mother
who still thinks back, to me and my brother
as kids in this street, getting to know
the neighbourhood sprites, to hang with and go
to drive-in’s and parties, sometimes at their house
escaping to playtime, i run like a mouse
before my dear mom could stop me for chores
and doing the thing that dreadfully bores
the memories are there, all hidden away
and pop out sometimes, on a day like today
with tinges of sadness, where have they gone
that good-looking boy with whom i had fun
the crowd next door where we played finger-board
while i shut away the things i deplored
hiding bad visions in tightly sealed boxes
setting the scene for my later lapses
unknowing, unthinking, i found daily joy
waiting to leave, go out and deploy
my plan of living to my rules, my space
ignoring the warnings i’d planned to outrace
and since then the hand on the clock has passed 12
many a time, on many a shelf
no matter how far i ran, and i did
strange as life is, things don’t stay hid
we all have a need to come back home
once we have passed the places we’d roam
to face and make peace with that what once was
and learn to accept both beauty and flaws
to now feel deep down, satisfaction and ease
the circle complete, even with those follies…

picture: http://lanceramoth.deviantart.com/art/Summer-Time-77250551