Gems beneath the Waves Mon, 21 Feb 2005, 00:00 EST
Green eyes like gems, shimmering beneath the sea, as light, water, and sand shift-- I keep looking, hoping for another glimpse, to stare wonderingly into their depths.
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My heart's passion Sun, 25 Apr 2004, 00:00 EDT
If you would know the depth of my heart's passion, then look to my patience and my understanding, for they are the measure of my love. If you would know the heat of my heart's passion, then open yourself to the flame that burns deep within my bosom, the housing of my love. If you would feel the depth of my heart's passion, then be one with your power, master of your existence, for only through your own heart may you speak to mine. If you would feel the heat of my heart's passion, look into my eyes with your own private passion, share your love and know more ecstasy than ever imagined. If you would touch the heart of my spirit, you must only touch the heart of your spirit, for we are all of the same spirit. If would know these things, look through our soul's windows, feel the electric energy arc between our souls and the resonance vibrate the very core of our beings.
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Elements of Relationship Sun, 25 Apr 2004, 00:00 EDT
Earth, below, solid and strong Grounded, stable, immense, and not easily deterred, yet gentle, peaceful, growing, and cyclic; Reliable, organized, steady, and solid. Water washes Earth with gentle caresses, Removing all pains, aches, and sharp edges: Romantic warm rain pouring down artfully over us Rinsing us clean into a compassionate purity of love Air flows over both, quick and changing, Flighty, flexible, and playful, yet powerful when roused, Always, traveling to new places, new people, Eager to grow and learn and express. Fire burns with a dual-nature: forge and destroyer Passionate, dancing, flickering flames, Adventurous and eager, leaping from place to place, and burning with unequaled intensity. Earth and Water, Air and Fire Joined together in balancing union, Complementing, balancing, influencing one another Coming together in spirit, greater than any one alone. The Scorpion transforms into a Phoenix, creature of flame and flight, passionately exploring, flying, diving, learning, meeting with youthful exuberance, desire, and a love of new things. The Ram sips gently from a river in an idyllic green field, tasting the fresh water flowing gently, identifying with the hills, the grass, and the river, Earth and Water gently standing, slightly shifting for age beyond memory The Two meet, and see an element of themselves in one another, for the Scorpion is of the Water, and the Ram of Fire, though their thoughts lie elsewhere, they are draw together seeking that element of themselves, long left, yet yearned for.
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A Love Poem Sat, 13 Mar 1999, 00:00 EST
A flame burns deep within my heart, quiet, subtle twinkling as gentle candlelight, yet It Illuminates. Moving closer, its warmth bathes my fingers its light flickers over my face my eyes focus upon its centre It envelopes me. Taking me in, mesmerized As I stare intently, the flame seems to grow building, until I am the fire. I feel its warmth, its strength, its passion. for they are mine.
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The Transcendence of Love Thu, 22 Oct 1998, 00:00 EDT
Love is a plain
flat, smooth and pink with
buoyant waves sinusoidally floating
back and forth into horizontal infinity
Us.
A pole rising up
routed deep in the sandy subpink ground,
in raw practicality and
Sensibility.
purple on, up through, and beyond love
reaching up into limits we neither
see nor understand
peaceful. bliss. nectarine.
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Untitled Sun, 29 Mar 1998, 00:00 EST
I'm trapped all alone in a tight cramped little narrow box made not of bricks or stone or of mortar but of love and compassion and of justice like a little white lab rat running back and froth through little mazes trying to reach the magic cheese of goodness
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Type C Wed, 07 Jan 1998, 00:00 EST
A madman sits, watching the farm animals hustle and bustle, drifting, galloping, sprinting, hunting foxes for chickens poultry mad chattering egg-laying day-to-day chick'n livin' cluck cluck cluck under the fence: fast and fancy-free adventure excitement cluck cluck abruptly flashing fangs, blood covered frenzy madness fear retreat panic
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Kissing the Night Away Wed, 07 Jan 1998, 00:00 EST
The essence of lovemaking is a sister to music kissing tapdances simple notes as undressing elevates the intensity of the sequence petting enters as the base and drums rumble in thundering passion building through variation and repetition, the Great Rite is enacted, the music comes together until at last the climax is reached, bursting forth powerful emotion in a spasm of rushing, overlapping magic. transcending back into calm little tapdance kisses, with warm, gentle, cuddling cadences. Other pieces are purely simple, employing a bare minimum of parts: elegant. yet just as moving and beautiful and filled with far-reaching emotion as a gripping orchestral symphony.
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Untitled Tue, 06 Jan 1998, 00:00 EST
I cried that night. The whole, lonely night. The blood of departure flooding my dried, emptied heart with a water that brought nothing but retching pain. Death I could have handled; then at least the loss would have come through nature. Premature, perhaps, but an inevitable fate I was long ago doomed to accept. But this! This loss come about through the very hands of the one loved and lost: how could the hurt be more?
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It is not about fact, it is about attitude and appropriate response, Thu, 30 Oct 1997, 00:00 EST
because the metaphorical Bible may be used to prove anything, and it is all true, in its own way. The difference between intelligent theism and atheism is the connotation of the universe. What is the advantage in allowing imperfections in the world as a whole and in specific people bother and sadden you so? to forgive faults, to embrace and love regardless, while remembering the errors only to foster improvement with kind support and encouragement? OR to accept faults only with a relentless sigh, and ... --- MY CRAYONS DON'T MATCH THE PAINT-BY-NUMBER SCHEME the shades don't match the picture calls for a color I can't seem to find how can I evaluate its beauty without the right colors? harder, I must search. --- when someone you hold in reasonable esteem fails to live up to your ideals and expectations, it bothers you. I react and perceive differently. My ideals aren't low; they don't exist. I accept the person for what they are, nothing more or less. Should they act in a way I see as wrong; I forgive without a thought, for I love them. I remember being them; I am them: the imperfect person. Who am I to judge? Are you a Pacifist who believes in Justice? (the picture represents your point of view, which to some extent, I do understand and relate to, and I really can't honestly say that I firmly *disagree* with it, because, on some level, I do relate to it. It's sorta like I have these two, mostly opposing, points of view inside my head (one of which is obviously dominant), and I am trying to figure out how to marry them together into a synthesized whole)
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