Friends Update 2 (Not Poetry)
Current mood: had to share
Category: had to share Life

First and foremost, my Myspace friends absof**kinglutely ROCK!!!

Not the most poetic, but hey...some things just need to be expressed straight to the point!

For those of you getting ready to celebrate the 4th of July...here's hoping your weekend is one that is spent making beautiful memories

For those of you (yes you Pedro) and a couple of anonymous others...my thoughts are with you during this trying time...

And for those of you who are in neither one of the two groups above...Here's cheers to a magnificent weekend!

Back to the update...

I got the house that I applied for!

This pic was taken from the lounge room

And this was taken from the balcony

Is it any wonder that I fell in love with this place...

So now the fun part begins...the packing, the cleaning, the sorting, the moving...all the INGs that are exhaustING...but I am definitely not complainING!

I wanted to share something with you that made me smile today...

I was sorting through some old journals and came across an entry that was written on 31st Dec 2005...I do that every year as a way of kissing goodbye to one year and welcoming the next...

At the time I was away at a place called Nelson's Bay...it is approximately 3.5 north of Sydney and an hour north of Newcastle...

This is a paragraph from this entry:

"My true home is by the water, where the all encompassing embrace of the breeze tickles every part of me, where the balance of calming waters, gorgeous greenery, and the fire of the sun all touch me. It drowns me in cushioning comfort and blows the fire of purpose into my life. A dream has been created."

I love when prayers are answered even long after they are forgotten...

I have written about my Saturn return on several occasions...the interesting thing to note is that this entry was written just before my 28th birthday...the beginning of my Saturn return...

I am now 30...the end of my Saturn return...

The reason I am smiling so much today is simple...I have the most amazing friends that share every falling tear and every uncontrollable laugh...I have been blessed with the inspiring realisation that I am grateful for every trial and tribulation that has directed me to this very moment...that whether it be a religious, astrological, or universal truth...it is real...and it is just fabulous! 

Love always (and I mean that!!!)

M

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Black Widow Victim (Blogophilia WK 18)
Current mood: challenged by Blogophilia
Category: challenged by Blogophilia Writing and Poetry

Does she intoxicate your senses
With her alluringly spicy scent
Watching the way her mouth savours
Every drop of your Chartreuse spent

Does she magnetise your interest
With her swaying hips and slender walk
On the wild side of your imagination
With her Jimmy Choo's two pronged fork

Does she seduce your wavering values
With her mockery of sacred vows
Beckoning you across forbidden lines
To diminish inhibitions with her arouse

Does she silence your pleading conscience
With her quivering whispers of provocation
Tempting your fall from the grace of love
Into the fires of her lustful invitation

Will you be a black widow victim?

Week 18 Topic: Walking On The Wild Side
bonus points
(hard, 2 points): include a pair of Jimmy Choo Shoes
(easy, 1 point): mention chartreuse

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The Armour of Wisdom
Current mood: something new...
Category: something new... Writing and Poetry

Wisdom, it is but gathered armour worn to shield
Protecting my fragile soul from fatal beatings
And yet my own Achilles' Heel, has made me yield
Struck by the Cupid's Arrow of fated meetings

Logic has been poisoned by its venomous tip
Coated in a drop of Venus' potent sap
Blazing with Mars' passion straight to my lips
No longer astute, but blinded by love's mishap

Elemental addiction to the scent begun
When I breathed you in through the smoky reaction
That clouded my vision with its blinding sun
And opened eyes of hope from within my faction

An aficionado of love stands naked without the shield of reason
Gladly shall I be without this armour till the end of my life's season

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Mona Lisa
Category: Writing and Poetry

Peaceful Mona Lisa
You whisper to me
At the stroke of midnight
That your beauty has not faded
That your world of loneliness
Has not returned

Beautiful Mona Lisa
You spent a lifetime
Feeling the adoring strokes
Of your Creator
By the architect of your soul
Who built the monument of you
With loving hands
He gathered
The scattered pieces of who you are
And moulded them with his caress
To bring the woman in you to life

Lonely Mona Lisa
The memories of his love
Are embedded into
The colours of your soul
Facing forward
Yet looking back
To the days when your eyes
Glistened with mirth
And your body collapsed
Into his
With blissful exhaustion

Aching Mona Lisa
It has been an eternity
Since the canvas of your skin
Felt cherishing fingertips
Stain you
With the seeping oil of their passion
Forever doomed to be
Priceless and preserved
Chained by the awe of admiration

Dying Mona Lisa
The pride in your smile
Tells nothing of the self esteem
That is burning out within you
The embers of desire
Concealed by your poignant pose
But your pleading irises
They whisper to me
The fear that midnight will only bring
A new day of longing

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The Oracle Speaks - To He Who Is Unaware Of His True Self
Current mood: inspired
Category: inspired Writing and Poetry

The Oracle speaks to He who is unaware of his true self and says

"Although you may know your inherited name,
you must first understand the name life has given you.
Speak it with honesty and pronounce it with a native tongue.
Define the idiom of you before verbalising the meaning of others.
For the language of Empathy cannot be communicated
until you can converse in the fluency of your own true soul."

He who is secure in the blissful cloud of ignorance, thunders and says

"Are you to tell me that I do not know who I am? That I do not know of the accents that make my language my own? I know of the noun that is me, and I choose the adjectives of who I am."

The Oracle looks knowingly into the eye of his storm and says

"You may choose the tone,
but your subconscious chooses the wording.
The vocabulary you have learned is from chapters already written.
The unpredictable winds of life have directed the sail of your pen
And you are merely the ink that stains the pages.
For only in the moment's pause of further writing,
do you have a chance to truly marinate in your understanding
Only in the studying of your previous chapters,
will you be able to read the following word as though it is truly your own"

He who is determined to brave against the gale winds of change says

"Are you to tell me that I am blind? That I do not see why I behave the way I do? I chose the verb of my actions!"

The Oracle glances at the lightening that crashes within his understanding and says

"Until you are able to read the brail of your true soul
You shall not be able to see the formation of why you are moved.
Not till your sight of the world is banished
Will you be able to see the raised truth of your actions.
For only when your fingers have healed from bleeding raw
and you have rediscovered each line that makes up your print
Will you be able to touch the face of another
And feel that which is your trail upon their skin
Only when you have disowned the pain as yours
Will you be able to sense the pain of others."

He who wishes the relentless rain to subside, seeks the sheltered escape

"I do not need to delve in my pain to understand that it hurts. I do not need to walk through the fire of memories best forgotten, to remember their burning lashes"

The Oracle speaks to he who will emerge from the fog filled mist of his being, and says

"Self awareness is the most painful task of all.
It is constant and exhausts you with its consuming ache
But the same pick that pokes you is the one that unlocks you
And the truth that slaps you is also the same jolt that awakens you
For just as dreams make you hopeful, the nightmares make you thankful
And only bring awareness to your dawn
Through the intrusion of your otherwise peaceful sleep."

Other "Oracle" Pieces

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The Universal Cosmic Dance - Blogophilia Wk 17
Current mood: challenged by Blogophilia
Category: challenged by Blogophilia Writing and Poetry

All were engaged in chatter
The room filled with golden light
And Mercury toed the prankster line
Intending to give all a fright

He watched as Mars re-enacted
A battle he had fought with glory
Just as Mercury cut the power fuse
Making lights go out mid story

Dressed to kill but afraid of the dark
Venus cries out as a damsel would
Looking for Mars to rescue her
As a brave lover always should

And meanwhile Saturn looked on
With a shake of his serious silver head
Waving his scythe to bring discipline
To which Mercury rebelled instead

Jovial laughter filled the air
As Jupiter sat playing with his dice
Inviting all to gamble by candlelight
And urging them all to play nice

Neptune continued to serve the wine
Fortune telling served with a tale
Of fantastical adventures spent at sea
Making any imagination easily sail

Pluto sat in silent solitary darkness
Never comfortable with the light
Contemplating the culprit's identity
And made the discovery of truth his plight

As chaos threatened the universal dance
Uranus was racing at his humanitarian best
Inventing a new form of electricity
Enlightening all with his eccentric zest

And so the planets returned to their chatter
Having enjoyed the cosmic show
And swift Mercury's next joke was one
That only the heavens would know

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Imprinted Sepia
Current mood: grateful for each moment
Category: grateful for each moment Writing and Poetry

Eternity has assured me
That you will always be with me
It has left me with its promise
That these memories were my gift
My treasure to keep under lock
Keyed open at will
 
Sketches of your smile
Will forever find their way
Into the corners of my pages
Subconscious stencils of you
That form beauty without
A trace of conscious effort

The calligraphy of my emotions
Will always tell of the tales
Of the times when thoughts of you
Turned into hypnotised poetry
And held my pen in a trance
Penned with the ink of rememberence

The motion picture of me
Fast forwards to moments captured
Like a seven second day dream
These frozen frames in time
Joined from beginning to end
Are your imprint burned into
The sepia film of my soul

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Allure Me (Devotion Challenge By Solaced Eclipse)
Current mood: inspired by Neta
Category: inspired by Neta Writing and Poetry

Shower me with your devotion
So that I may bathe in the splendour
That is you my love, mon amour

Subdue the fiery beast within me
With the soothing caress
Of your lips against my skin

Leave me entranced with a single kiss
The commitment of your breath to mine
In vows spoken by your eyes alone

Illuminate me with the tropical sun
Of your burning attraction personified
And allure me to you forever more

One of my beautiful friends, Solaced Eclipse, presented a challenge to write verses using any or all of the following words - devotion, splendor, amour, fiery, entranced, commitment, vow, tropical, attraction, and/or allure.

Go over and submit yours...they are an inspiring choice of words

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Flawless Imperfection
Category: Writing and Poetry

Imperfect reality
Reflected in perfect clarity
In the waters of your irises
You search beneath the surface
Of my superficial light
And find the darkness
That is the shadowless
Flaws of my soul
 
You kneel before the riverbed
Of my murky stream
And reach in your healing hand
To purify me
With an understanding
That would make
Narcissus' lake weep
Heated tears of jealousy

The relics of my purity
That was torn to shreds
So many thrashings ago
Lays within the tomb of my being
Buried beneath layers of pain
Beneath moment upon moment
Of earth hiding testament of past skeletons
Which you unveil with tenderness

My once cavernous skin
Has been sewn together
By time's thread of healing
Now forgiven and let rest in peace
By your accentuation of my shaming scars
They have been touched by you in reverence
And become the grey lead joining
The stained glass windows of my soul
In flawless beautiful love

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I Was Serious About That - Wk 16 Blogophilia Challenge (warning a little naughty story)
Current mood: challenged by Blogophilia
Category: challenged by Blogophilia Writing and Poetry

"You were serious about that?"
Mischievous eyes accompany your mischievous grin.

I was serious about that. I wanted this, wanted you. From the very moment we exchanged flirtatious hellos, I was captivated by you. My mind, body and soul, the trefoil of my being, craved the nurturing rains of your luscious downpour to shower over me. 

Your fingers find their way into my hair and make my eyes face the heavens, as you pull at the strands of my desire. The aching hollowed well that rests between my collarbones, is filled by your moisturizing tongue.

I was drought stricken before you. Winds that dried my earth, lashed me in their comings and goings, never staying to nourish me, to fill the crevices of my longing. My fire left barren and my passion left wanton, while the embers burned beneath the surface.

I was walking the planet alone, my Venus yearning for my Mars. Searching for the collaboration of my soul with its awakening that would make my desolate heart beat once again. A thousand years spent wandering in mediocre moonlight, guided by the echo of your calling to me. Exploring the universe for the omens it leaves as neon signs. Willing it to bring me to this final moment of peace, my petite morte.

And so here we stand, together we are entwined in the electricity that surges between us. Angelic intent meets demonic lust in a dance that is as pure as heaven and hell becoming one. Your darkness illuminates me from within, as I kneel before you. My eyes open like fortune cookies, revealing my intent as I look up at your amazement.

"You were serious about that!"

Week 15 Topic: You were serious about that?
bonus points
(hard, 2 points): mention a trefoil
(easy, 1 point): use the phrase "fortune cookie"

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Somewhere In Time - Blogophilia Wk 15
Current mood: challenge by Blogophilia
Category: challenge by Blogophilia Writing and Poetry

There was a time

When Santa Claus used to be real

The yellow brick road

Once felt the click of her heel

The hills were alive

With the sound of her innocence

And her bright smile

Held no shadows of pretense

There was a time

When she played with dolls all day

Singing

"Please don't take my sunshine away"

When cake baking

Was not a chore but a happy delight

And holding the egg whisk

Was reward for behaving right

Somewhere in time

She forgot how to smile

The dolls became responsibility

And chores a daily trial

Life has a way of burying

The little girl till she is forgotten

When dreams are thrown away

And their core is declared rotten

Spare a memory for that little girl

Keep her bright lamp burning aglow

And let her sing through your voice

"Somewhere over the rainbow"

This week's

challenge was: 

Week 15 Topic: Somewhere in Time
bonus points
(hard, 2 points): feature an egg whisk
(easy, 1 point): use the phrase "please don't take my sunshine away"

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The Oracle Speaks - To She Who Is Weary Of New Friendships
Current mood: inspired by life
Category: inspired by life Writing and Poetry

The Oracle speaks to She who is cautious of new friendships and says

"Do not undermine the value of new friendships.

The friends of old may share time,

But they also share memories that your laughter has forgotten,

And tribulations that your tears no longer remember.

Old friends carry with them the knowledge of who you once were

And their memories tinge the vision of who you are in this very moment."

She who defends the proven loyalty of old friends refutes in an angered tone

"Are you to tell me that old friends have no value,

That their support and kindness means nothing?"

The Oracle speaks to She who measures friendships by minutes and years and says

"Friendship is measured by the blessings they bring your soul.

An old friend at times cannot see your pain, because they choose not to.

This is not because they don't love you, but simply because they love you too much.

A stranger can at times see clarity of truth that is a vision pure as fresh snow,

Not yet tainted with the earth of past perception.

A helping hand that belongs to an unknown face, can also be your salvation.

And theirs will be but the hand of God reaching out from the shadows."

She who withholds secrets from those who have yet to be proven worthy mocks in disbelief

"What do new friendships know of my inner heart,

Of that which I keep as closed closets of my soul?"

The Oracle looks knowingly at She who is burdened by keeping her past hidden and says

 "Old friendships are the journal of your soul.

They hold within their hearts your greatest secrets.

These secrets are but parcels in which you carry shame

And keep close to your clothed body.

Shame is but a refusal to heal and an attachment to guilt that bears no value

But only hinders your growth.

New friendships are the mirror of your now.

They are sent into your life as a checkpoint.

For through the fresh canvas of their perceptions,
You are able to see who you have become.

They do not judge your actions

As making sense or being eccentric in relation to their understanding of you

Nor do they judge your admissions as truth or lies

But accept that your words are current beliefs"

She who grasps to the comfort of the familiar night, questions with glazed eyes

"But what of the loyalty, the times old friendships have entwined hands with me through my trials?"

The Oracle warms to She who will look to the sunrise in her tomorrows and says

"Old friendships are the earth that surrounds the roots of your soul.

Their entwining grows stronger and deeper with each moment.

New friendships are the sunshine that nourish your branches with enlightenment,

And they are the rain you absorb to quench your thirst for new perspectives.

Both the old and the new are necessary for your growth.

For just as old friendship keep you grounded, new friendships help you reach for the heavens."

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The Oracle Speaks - To He Who Is Consumed By Anger
Current mood: inspired by life
Category: inspired by life Writing and Poetry

The Oracle speaks to He who allows anger to consume him and says

"Even though the fire may elevate you, do not let it consume you.

For the fire of anger will burn you with its uncontrollable flame.

It will singe your soul and make regret your companion once it has been laid to rest.

Anger is but the colour of danger.

Be warned, that you are best to abandon it and walk the other way.

Instead turn anger into resolve

And let it be the driving force for success instead of destruction."

He who sees red with flamed irises, and a face carved with hell's knife says

"My soul burns for the injustice that has been done and you are telling me to allow it to be?"

The Oracle looks on with compassion at He who clenches his fists in rage and says

"Injustice is not for you to remedy, nor is it for you to seek retribution.

Only God may bring ten fold to a wrongful action.

Partake in vengeful reaction, and you are by no means any better than the initial sinner.

This is not the welcoming of Justice into your life,

But instead inviting Karma to pay forward your pain.

And so continues the cycle till it finds you again,

Except this time, you will be deserving of its lashings"

He who has declared wrongs unforgiven, seethes through gritting teeth

"Why should my soul be the forgiveness for that which cannot be excused or justified by the morals of my mind?"

The Oracle caresses the rigid jaw of He who is blinded by the temptation of wrath and says

"Your soul is the very centre of God's constant forgiveness.

For even when you were born with eternal sin,

God granted you the opportunity to live and make penance for the sins of your father.

He granted you the chance to live in the serenity that is the freedom of choice.

You can choose to be lead by an unforgiving hand that seeks revenge,

Or you can choose to stop the domino effect

And no longer fuel the cancerous fire of another's faults.

Choose to be the forgiving shower of rain that extinguishes the fire

And subdues anger till it becomes but a memory

Of the embers that once started the chain reaction of destruction.

He who is unable to fathom peace, breathes life into his own flame and says

"I cannot grant forgiveness for that which God himself would not forgive,

And I will not shower this action with absolution.

How can one pardon one's own source of pain?"

The Oracle smiles at He who will find the pacifist's path in his future and says

"The pain you own is by choice.

Your reaction is one of your choosing, not of God's.

Injustice is never balanced when injustice is added to its side of the scale.

Justice in action is the only balance that may right a wrong.

Be the justice that pays forgiveness into an unforgiving world.

For the harmony of the earth is dependant on relinquishing that which burns its growth.

And your soul is the earth of your being.

Let your flame be that which burns for the righteous and not for your own revenge."

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The Oracle Speaks - to She who weeps for love lost
Current mood: Inspired by life
Category: Inspired by life Writing and Poetry

The Oracle says to She who weeps for love lost

"Weep not for the loss of love.

Weep for the souls of the ghosts you carry in your travels.

You mourn them yet you do not let them rest.

Do not mourn the living, for they have since moved on into the abyss of grey, and yet all their auras are the colours with which you paint the faces of the people that live and breathe still."

She who mourns looks through flooded irises, a face decorated by carvings of confusion.

"How can I not weep when the breath that once became one with mine, no longer kisses me?

The Oracle says to She who wades through her soul's murky waters

"Once a breath has been exhaled, it cannot again be inhaled.

To do so would be to intake the impurities of its expired purpose.

The oxygen required by your soul is not found in that which has already been consumed, but in that which the earth continuously provides for new breath, and new life."

She who questions quivers in her uncertainty and disbelief cries out

"How can my heart be hardened to stone and my memory be erased to forget that which I long for still?"

The Oracle says to She who struggles with understanding

"Longing for the past is to long for the person you once were.

With each moment, Time paints another stroke onto your canvas and you are forever changed.

Like the pores of this canvas absorb the watercolours, so too does your soul absorb its new formation.

You are unable to strip these changes from your masterpiece.

And nor should you try, for the masterpiece you will become is dependant on these many layers of change."  

She who refuses to face forward looks behind her and recalls

"But I just don't understand why he stopped loving me"

The Oracle smiles at She who will find acceptance in her future and says

"He has set you free to find your destiny.

Set your yearning for him free so that you may long for he who longs for you.

So that you may find balance within your heart's rhythm.

So that you may invest that love in the most important of people.

You."

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Blogophilia Wk 14 Challenge - Epiglottis Failure
Current mood: challenged
Category: challenged Writing and Poetry

This piece was written for a Blogophilia challenge called "

Epiglottis is not a bad word

". Please go and check out this wonderfully warming community of writers.

Have you ever felt that lump
Threaten to choke your composure
Making held back tears well up
And damning your airway with closure

Have you felt the jagged edges of life
Moments that are impossible to swallow
Like a knife surging through your windpipe
That was always intended to be hollow

Have you ever felt the creeping in of dread
Realization that karma is always accurately fated
Like the killing of spiders can curse
Arachnophobics to become fear reincarnated

Have you ever felt the chill of neglect
Winter cold seeping uninvited through a holey sock
Worn to threads and repeatedly snagged
By moments where your resolve receives a shock

Have you ever felt failure from within
The malfunction of your heart's epiglottis
The sole purpose to protect the fragile
Betrayal of self killing the soul's flowering Lotus

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