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Nature Re-foundThis constant noise of life
wasn't here back at the start,
when only Nature owned the day
and solely silence played its part.
The echoes of the past are here
in all the views around me now,
for life's alive here in Vermont,
and every scene is Nature's vow.
I listen hard amidst the noise,
decipher what I can at least,
knowing all the answers called
are shouting out, peace by peace.
Beneath the surface, all I see
is wisdom buried, not long lost,
and if I search here long enough,
I'll find myself, at little cost.
The siren sounds of Nature's call
patiently wait to be re-found,
when noise is lost and silence reigns,
here in life's most sacred ground.
Real lifeBefore the birds begin to wake,
and the sun first peeks her head
above the trees, the dreams you make
are still at dance within your bed.
It's all defied as you create,
flying through this heaven's gate,
there you are the sun,
there you find the sum
of this your special fate.
Listen! Hear them call you!
Feel it! Feel them pull you!
Feel them lift you up, bring you up,
spring you up, and everything you up!
The sun has yet to claim the day,
the night still owns your soul,
so dance and sing and fly away:
the you once lost is now the whole.
Life is here! Life is now!
Find out why and find out how!
Brace yourself for all the smiles
that welcome you for miles and miles!
The birds are not yet chirping.
Their nest is dark and still.
But with the sun they start to sing,
and dreams depart until, until...
puddleI look at my reflection in the puddle,
and think about where I've been.
My face appears sad and lost now,
my soul wavers in the ripples.
Is there an inside to this daydream?
Are there answers to find in the mirror?
The time I waste in the search
gets me nowhere closer to the truth,
but I tell myself that maybe by waiting,
the question will disappear too.
Do I have an answer I've yet to find?
Is there someone inside me with a clue?
When I was little, I acted like a shark,
thought my mouth formed a frightening face,
but people just laughed at the silly act,
and the only one I scared was me.
I think I'll stop staring in the puddle.
I think I should keep walking instead.
This contains no mature contentI need to write...something...anything...so here goes...
The butterflies stopped chasing me
once I told them I ran out of honey,
and the bumblebees offered to sting me
if I'd give them more of my money.
Today was fun, right?
Or was that yesterday?
I lit up my hair like an orange purple sunset,
and I rubbed down my arms with lotions and creams,
but it wasn't until I tried eating bologna backwards
that I ever really noticed how much I hated steam.
Where is the daffodil I left by the counter?
Did you take it? Did I?
Where is the lemon drop I dropped in the garbage?
Did the man come and steal that too?
Yogurt and daydreams were made for skies like those,
and simpler answers would work to this tougher problem.
My mother used to scold me for leaving a mess,
and would wag her finger with a promise:
"One day you'll have a house to clean of your own,
and you'll understand all my troubles with this!"
The message came at exactly nine-thirty last night. He spoke with tears in his words
Winded TimeThe winds of change blow softly
through open panes and doors,
and little sparks of wonder
do scurry 'cross our floors.
Will morrow bring the answers
to questions still not asked,
when daylight meets the treetops
and sparrows are unmasked?
If darkness will not help us,
and moonlight shines too dim,
there's hope still in our dreaming,
within the pillow's whim.
Our slumber may not ease us,
or take away this pain,
but time itself will comfort,
and sorrow too will wane.
The Binder, The Turtle, and The RavineOn the last day of tests, the last day of his senior year of high school, Joshua went on a hike. It wasn't a walk of thoughtfulness, or even an opportunity for celebration apart from everyone else. No, this day had a purpose, and his walk was as much need as it was determination, as much purpose as it was pursuit. One locale waited for him up ahead, and one final destination was now just minutes away.
The little turtle had been wandering. Some vegetation off to his south had always looked appealing, even though his elders often warned him when he was young to stay far away from that area. "There's danger there you cannot see," they'd said. "The food to be found there is just not worth it to reach."
Joshua could see the end of the path now far up ahead, closing in fast. It beckoned to him just as he beckoned to it. This was the last day of high school as he'd always imagined it to be: hot, boring, stupid, and pointless. Only co
KissKnees bend, hands shake,
Lips part, hearts break,
Blood pumps, thoughts fly,
Bodies melt, worries die,
Heads swim, fingers touch,
Tongues rub, clothes bunch.
Testosterone and estrogen,
We fit like a glove, so...
Kiss me again, love?
Like love and lust, has roots in the soul.
You drive me mad with your A notes,
Making me wild like a staff with no lines.
Kisses placed randomly on paper as notes turn into high screams and low moans.
Like anger flows through my veins and burns me,
So does the fire produced by every key you hit.
Taking me higher into a world where there is no dissonance,
And every sound, from every voice, melts into one word:
Dances to the sound produced as sweat drips tenderly off your skin.
Hands roaming gently; our hearts the bass, beat, and background.
Hit that note for me, touch me where everything makes sense and I become the star in your opera show. Make me the soprano you know I am While my:
Is Infatuated and drowning in your:
Master and slaveKneeling silently
Arms resting palms up on her knees.
Hair caressing her cheeks,
It is for Him she awaits.
Standing tall, walking proud,
His power surrounding Him
His eyes deep and captivating
It is for her He has come.
She reaches up and touches her neck,
Feeling His collar around it.
She knows she is owned.
He enters the room,
Sees what is His
Moves toward her,
Places a hand on the back of her head
Breathless, heart racing
She leans against his leg
She is where she belongs
At His side.
He leans down and whispers,
'You are mine'
softly he kisses her lips,
before he takes her hair into his hand.
Knowing what is to come,
She looks up at him
'I love you Sir', she speaks softly
It all seems like a dream
Floating on the sensations of His pain
A sadistic smile upon His face.
Where He begins and ends,
Where she begins and ends
Unknown and unseen,
They are Master and slave.
The Kiss of a VampireThe Kiss of a vampire, soft and sweet
The perfect moment of when lips meet
Slowly sliding down my neck
Punctured wounds left openly direct
I feel the life leave from within
I love thy love, but now I must sin
You held my hand and kept me cold
Without you, I'd have no soul
My throat opened and blood pours
You gave me wings and I chose to soar
A new life of immortal ways
I left the past and here I stay
Eternal life of death and darkness
In our world of lust struck madness
A life of no rules to follow
I have no heart, no more sorrow
I love you now and always will
You stole my heart and left to kill...
The Kiss of a vampire, soft and sweet
The perfect moment of when lips meet
Thick with sweat
Your sensual scent
The Blood it flows
Feel the throb
From your throat arise a sob
Caress your curves
Probe the zone
My tongue a snake
Your senses to awake
Hard as stone
Skin white as bone
Pink and tender
Flushed now surrender
Add to the fluid
Add to the mix
The rarest of feathers
Plumage of Strix
Catch you Breath
As The night unfolds
Part your lips
Prepare your Hips
Our Lust is bold
No others behold
Our wonderlands untold...
SLEEPING SWANSLEEPING SWAN
I came to find you White Swan,
Like you, else no one
I came to see your smile again,
To forget all of my pain
I came to sense your warmth, your breath,
You are my heaven, here on earth
You were sleeping, so sweet,
I stood still, I felt so guilt
You were sleeping, so calm,
I stood and stared, angel's charm
I softly touched you, as a baby,
Not to wake you, dream my lady
After all, 'am the bewitched,
You're just sleeping, what you've dreamed?
Am I worthy your be prince?
Am I worthy for your kiss?
I came to find you White Swan,
I hope again we'll dance.
teen sex.Teen hearts racing.
Hands are shaking.
Palms are sweaty.
Give up your soul.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Pull in, pull out.
Things get faster,
He don't love her,
But on a whim,
She loves him.
Ah, the story gets complex.
You thought it'd only be of sex.
It's starting to get rough.
She's touched him just enough.
Slowly she starts gasping.
The bed she begins grasping.
His movements getting quicker.
The air is getting thicker.
Here comes the big finale.
They're ready for finale.
Moaning a little louder.
His face is getting prouder.
He ends it with a sexy kiss.
She's never felt passion quite like this.
Teen hearts racing.
Hands are shaking.
Still in love just like it began.
Just like it began.
When love rhymesYou said God made me perfect
The roundness of my hip, the softness of my lip
Gentle is my tip, I take you on every wild trip
So tighten your grip, squeeze me and take a sip
Get on my last ship, it is time to tear and rip
My waves keep slamming your shore
Burning every sense in your core
Your nails on my side, always coming back for more
They take over every land, as we celebrate this war
You said God made me perfect
The size of my breast, where you built your nest
My wild birds on your chest , always flying west
The short breath is your guest, dancing, will never rest
Every touch gives you my best, closer to my final quest
Frozen dance into the night
The wind with darkness plays
She gathers me into her arms
To waste away my days
Kiss me, kill me, precious death
Until my body cries
Leave me here inside my fear
And love will give me life
Twisted bodies falling soft
Into a bed of dreams
Painted eyes of myrrh and spice
But no one ever speaks
Kiss me, kill me, 'til I die
And live again in pain
The blood is wet upon your lips
To stain my soul again
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