within my heart (yes, another blast from my past >smiles<)
Current mood: content
Category: Writing and Poetry
within my heart
always within my heart and never far away, loving you in so very many ways, you are the one who holds my captive heart, holding tightly to me and never depart.
a thousand suns never comparing to the brightness of your smile, to sail on the seas of love to travel the infinite miles, to be lost within your kind and loving soul, our bodies close within never out of your arms to hold, lost in the depths of the bluest oceans and skies, colors of life seen deep within your eyes.
the love and the wonders of life that i see, i am as much part of you as you are part of me
"written in stone"~~~another blast from the past
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry
another blast from the past...
written in stone
Hidden in forests dark and deep beneath these rocks, does someone sleep? what secrets lie beneath this stone? Who was left here to sleep alone? In such a place so far away... was someone laid to rest one day?
Was it a person of noble birth, hidden away in unconsecrated earth due to some action they were guilty of? Hidden away for an illicit love? Or a child from a union such as this... definitely one who would not be missed.
And I stumbled upon this lonely place, if I gaze long enough I can see a face O speak to me spirit and tell me your tale let me pass through the gateway as the guards lift the rail...
I shall write down this story that I see through your eyes, For I possess such a knowledge that few do realize. As I focus my thoughts on that faraway time I can relive your memories that are etched in my mind Your joys and your sorrows, your pleasures and pain, how they stole your tomorrows, nothing of you remains...
As I prepare to leave you I know I shall return once again, for although I never knew you, I feel as if I've lost a friend.
Blast From the Past: "Woman of Darkest Evil"
Current mood: intense
Category: Writing and Poetry
from my 2006 files...
Woman of Darkest Evil
She so claims to love him yet speaks of corruption she is the harbinger of pain and destruction... for where love was once now lies hurt and deceit he has been torn down to his final heartbeat where he begged for the truth she did work to deceive now remaining to torment when he wishes to leave so perceived as the trophy, the stud or the prize no regard for the fact he is loving and wise where the passions once blossomed now nothing to thrill yet professes to love him and she always will I feel much of his pain as I look in his eyes I can see what she's doing more than most realize hearing sad songs he listens with tormented heart prays an end to this feeling of so torn apart
Sending You the Best~~~but of course :o)
Current mood: happy
Category: Writing and Poetry
...My gift to you all, from me, with all my love and gratitude for your readership and support throughout the year. May your holidays' seasons bring you the best of all that can be, and more; today, tomorrow, and beyond...
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Sending You the Best
Sending you the best as the Season starts With my very best wishes straight from the heart,
I know, not exactly the profound prose or pretty poetry you may have been expecting; but...what can I say, I signed on and saw the video and said, why not share the smiles???
A poem, this Monday" and a free ride to my "Experimental Journey"
Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry
hello dear Friends and Readers: I know Monday is nearly over, for some of course it's already Tuesday in other parts of the world, look out here it comes she's going to rrrrrramblllle (only kidding I'll try to be slightly less verbose than usual~~~HA!!!)
okay, first poem, "this Monday" just a brief little thing tapped out on the old keys maybe half an hour ago...
Okay, since you've been so nice staying with me so far, here's the bonus...the free ride via this little link here to my AOL blog, "Peninspirationals" to a poem called "Experimental Journey"~~~I would have posted this on MySpace, only problem was I wasn't able to get the album posted in the blog here, so you may view the poem and album in its entirety; some of the pictures correspond to certain parts of the poem...it also saves folks who have trouble with graphic loading on here. Enjoy!!!
written about a young girl named Ivy, character of fellow MySpacer writer Doug, a friend and fellow writer...it's a wonderful story, done in the form of a young girl's diary entries. I have inserted the link to the particular entry of a week past, however I highly recommend you read the archives to "meet" this sweet young girl; and leave a comment to Doug as well.
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