Month: October 2010

I feel

Oh my! but to describe the way you make me feel.
I would tell tales that would inspire a loveless soul.
Like bringing life to a once dead tree, watch it green and flower.
The euphoria of hearing a well loved ballad is just a taste.
And even the most sumptuous meal could not compare.
I could speak a thousand words and still fall short.
For to capture your essence with words is an impossibility
That only a fool may fruitlessly attempt and find barren.
For with you I am ignited and my whole being glows
Everything I am is happy, peaceful, content…sated.
And I am inspired to become in every bit, your woman.
Your woman, I love the thought and I think it proudly.
Would that you would envelope me with your presence always,
And I would treasure and safeguard our us fearlessly.
For in you I am immensely overwhelmed.
You are profound.
I thank the lord that I have met you in my lifetime,
For I am certain I will never forget how you make me feel.
And I say it again with deep intensity,
You are profound.

Sometimes i feel i am a fire

Sometimes i am a fire
Calling carelessly with my warmth
Beautiful flames dancing gayly
Bright and full drawing attention
Welcoming all to reach out and feel

Sometimes i feel like the fire
Necessary, needed, cared for..admired
Alive, vivacious yearning for more
Licking slowly then fast at everything
Eager for new things restlessly

Sometimes i do like a fire
Burn and destroy hopes of those
That dare come too close to my heart
Leaving darkness and ash in my wake
Protecting myself to keep on burning

Sometimes i burn like fire
Fast pacing, heat spreading
Panting, surging forward
Consuming internally eager to share
Quenched only by more

Sometimes i die like a fire
Small embers burning slowly
Spirits dampened no expectations
My energy fueled no more, all spent
Retreat withing myself and die silently.

The truth, I got used.

I will tell the truth. I got used

He blew into my life and sang tales of our long lost love

Of my little mannerisms and my palming touch on his head

And I recalled, gasped, sighed and was tempted

How he sang of a haunting love that he could not keep

That I had forgot, and he held on to, and I believed him

Thinking to myself; My, what a troubled soul!

I let my guard down, we ignited once more

And Oh what a fiery blaze! Hotter than ever before

There was no remorse when so obviously overwhelmed

But cowardice is an old legendary known vice to man

And he fled to guard himself just as he had before

And I thirsted for more, my sleeping hunger re-awakened

And my pangs turned to anger and I vowed to forget

Just as I had before, the truth now so clear, I got used.

And so my hunger found a new and wholesome meal

Vibrant, vivacious, creative and Oh so passionate meal

And I gasped, sighed and was tempted.

There was no cowardice, for not all men partake of it

And I let go of anger, just as before, and again forgot,

My hunger did not sleep this time and I fed and still do

He is haunted, troubled by a love that he could not keep

And I think to myself; Oh what a troubled cowardly soul!

But now I understand, how he thrives in his misery

When sadness is almost spent, and happiness looms

He will look for me, and start all over, compelled to find a reason

To refresh his misery, and be inspired to write sad tragic poems

And idealize the memory of us, while his life drudges on…

I got used, that is the truth.

13th August 2010