Naivety sucks you in
Draws you out
Brings feelings about
Passion amongst the ocean mist
Into the abyss of her kiss
One that can not be dismissed
Zephyrs gently carry off her sins
A shadow comes to life
Closer, it brings her to new heights
So many things to confess
Wishing you could slowly undress
A goddess standing before your highness
Beauty hidden under her veil
If you slowly seduce her mind
A tortured soul is what you’ll
Actually
find
She left me
Ramblings from a muse
Words get twisted & a skewed
Thoughts to be quickly used
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The melancholy muse
It was she who got used
Tampered & abused
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Never able to openly choose
Madness in-between the lines
Sadness falling by the waste side
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Flowing fingers w/no mind
Subjective to the environment
Wondering the reason to the rhyme
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Fading from time in your space
Upheaval of your mental state
Feelings take their place
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Dampened papers
Smeared lead
Tears shed
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As your muse walks on ahead
Flowing through my thoughts
Passion & forget-me-nots
Wishing some were not
Tears wasted on me
Not being heard just seen
Time again I have feared
Alone I stand
By choice,
No one understands
Spinning in circles
Like crazy tops
That’s a glimpse of my thoughts
Emotions flooding
Falling numb
No longer fun
Gently kiss his lips
Softness brings your wish
Into a much more passionate
~TRYST~
Standing outside of her (s)kin
For w/in is too much sin
Clouding her feeble mind
Believing in others all the time
Towing the line are her thoughts
Her feelings and what she’s not
Roots shallow by family in nature
Branches broken off much later
Quickly binding all that she could
To stop the rotting pile of wood
Years faded far behind her walk
Blossoming by her own clock
She bows out from the rat race
Needing her very own space
It’s hard to explain
The time alone
I feel to reign
Queen of a castle
Home alone
Time to atone
The deeds I’ve done
Work for some
Pain for others
It’s not my druthers
To punish any others
Only cherish one another
-not smother-
Ways of my wickedness
Hard times learned
Bridges had to be burned
Yet, still….
Empress of my empire
Writing when alone
Moments to no longer bemoan
The End
I try to be a “good” righteous woman….not because I fear nor follow any kind of God…but more because I want to do what’s morally right in respect to others that show mutual respect in return. I, also, want to feel not relieved when I lie down but feeling as to have achieved; when I lay my head down at night…..I try to live for the moment….not from fear nor a sheep of the normal peers. I recall, as a child, I read in my bible how it doesn’t take a congregation for the spirit to be with you. [I can’t paraphrase to save me life, so please…bear w/me.] In other words, you right now…reading this…yes, you -duh- are receiving the word of God. Well, according to how others believe. Me; well, I’m one of those lazy people that likes to pick things out of many different religions and feel I have the inner power, knowledge, and spirit to know what is right in choosing such things. A help yourself spirituality if you will (haha)….Did I mention that I don’t belong to any “denomination”? I was raised Roman Catholic (forced to attend). I had black outs at church and have had some other, not so nice, experiences happen. I believe my stepmother thought I was possessed at one time.
I digress; we are discussing “his” word…are we not? (scrolls) I will shorten this to not lose anyone’s attention. LOL (mostly MINE)…..Do I get any kudos for spreading the word? Even though I do not believe of that part of their rituals. Do I get like a gold star or some shit? What I’m saying is that it doesn’t matter if the person is of YOUR faith you can still carry a kinship w/each other…when one is secure in their faith….of being “their” righteous self (not in the derogatory connotation).
I will close….I hope you enjoyed <haha> the little jaunt into the Swirls of my mind…..God Speed, Blessed Be….<evil grin>
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Nothing like
Silken stockings
Slipping over toes
Along the arch & sole
Engulfing the foot whole
Effortless, up the ankle & calf
Mid-thigh, a giggle & laugh
Lace strands dangling
Thigh highs at mid-rise
Fastened w/little ease
Across the breasts
Adorns a lot of lace
And to follow, a corset
Lacing each eyelet
Cinching the waist
Tugging it tight
It’s what makes
It feel alright
I
Stand isolated amongst a crowd
The only one standing alone
Wanting to be hidden
Away at home
Erratic & irrational
Animals in a harried rush
Too much control given away
The emotional byways of society
Humanity has wandered & waned
I haven’t much hope in what still remains
The mayhem and corruption of deeds done
Distrust with those who have deceived us
It is them who are in power & mislead us
Into the void of spiritual restlessness
Needing to find that place where
Souls to rest; a bit unstressed
That place, I must confess
Doesn’t exist
……Better chance at waiting for the bomb to hit…..
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Tenderly We’ll Listen
Sweet serenades of a violin
Singing to a saddened soul
A cheerless fable to be told
Sailing over your troubled woes
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Strings dismounting fear
As they echo in your ear
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Reverberating, so, intensely clear
Listening, a lone heart
Strings singing a sweet song
Longing of simple things
One day to finally
Belong
I, Rose, Amongst thorns 