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[FoxyRoxxy]

You Are My…

You are my conscience,
You are my reality,
I can't escape,
Because you always see.

You are my courage,
You are my true fears,
You see it all,
My smiles and all my tears.

You are my beauty,
You are my ugliness,
Nothing to hide,
And nothing to confess.

You are my true love,
You are my heart break,
You feel it too,
There isn't any mistake.

You are my deep thoughts,
You are my strong voice,
With your guidance,
I can make the right choice.

You are my falseness,
You are my true blue,
Look in the mirror,
You are me and I am you!

                                          Jan Brooks

[FoxyRoxxy]

A Letter To You

I've written a letter,
That I want to send to you,
Saying how I feel,
But it was very hard to do.
It took a long time,
To say what I wanted to say,
I wasted paper,
Forever throwing the mistakes away.
After weeks of trying,
I finally got the words out,
But now I'm unsure,
I'm filled with regret and doubt.
How will you react,
I wonder what you will say?
Should I send this letter,
Or should I just throw it away?
I've expresed my feelings,
And told you everything I know,
Explained things properly,
And let my honesty show.
I poured out my heart,
But now I wonder why,
Remembering the past,
Sometimes still makes me cry.
Maybe I won't send it,
I think I'll keep it for now,
It's a kind of release,
It makes me feel better somehow.
Yes, my uncertainty,
Stops me sending it to you,
But writing it all down,
Has made a difference, it's true…

                                                                  Jan Brooks

[Korvo]

The eye of the storm

She grabs me with her eyes
Not letting go
As the storm rages through our bodies

Giving me an anker
as the vortex violent
Feeds on our lust

I´m drifting in the ocean
Of the vasteness of her soul
As I peer in through her mirrors

Pulled on, tugged on
Dragged along
We reach the core of passion

All is quiet, peaceful, silent
The still inside the storm

We linger there
For just a second

The storm changes
Pushes on

The eye has passed
And in her eyes I see
Submittance to the force within

Entangled, connected, involved
We let go and fly
On the wings of raging winds

Her eyes locked with mine
Higher and higher

Until the wind beneath our wings lets off
And we flutter down

Broken feathers
Aimless drifting
Until we softly  ground

* Korvo *

[Momma_andrea]

love is not desire
nor is it lust
Love is sacred
love is a trust.

Two people connect
who am I to judge
Their souls entwine
that is enough

Lonely is this world
if we let it be
but love opens doors
between you and me

I give you my hand
but also my heart
Love is our guide
We just have to start

Love is a journey
Hardly a goal
Love is the explorer
That opens our soul

[FoxyRoxxy]

Friendship is a priceless gift
that cannot be bought or sold,
But its value is far greater
than a mountain made of gold.

For gold is cold and lifeless,
it can neither see nor hear
And in the time of trouble
it is powerless to cheer.

It has no ears to listen
nor heart to understand,
It cannot bring you comfort
or reach out a helping hand.

So when you ask God for a gift
Be thankful if He sends
Not diamonds, pearls, or riches
But the love of real true friends.

                                          Helen Steiner Rice

[FoxyRoxxy]

The beauty of the heart
is the lasting beauty:
its lips give to drink
of the water of life.
Truly it is the water,
that which pours,
and the one who drinks.
All three become one when
your talisman is shattered.
That oneness you can't know
by reasoning.

[FoxyRoxxy]

When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale's song.
The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.
If love withholds its strengthening care,
the lover is left like a bird without care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.
How will I be awake and aware
if the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth.

[FoxyRoxxy]

Because I cannot sleep
I make music at night.
I am troubled by the one
whose face e has the color of spring flowers.
I have neither sleep nor patience,
neither a god reputation nor disgrace.
A thousand robes of wisdom are gone.
All my good manners have moved a thousand miles away.
The heart and the mind are left angry with each other.
The starts and the moon are envious of each other.
Because of this alienation the physical universe
is getting tighter and tighter.
The moon says, “How long will I remain
suspended without a sun?”
Without Love's jewel inside of me,
let the bazaar of my existence by destroyed stone by stone.
O Love, You who have been called by a thousand names,
You who know how to pour the wine
into the chalice of the body,
You who give culture to a thousand cultures,
You who are faceless but have a thousand faces,
O Love, You who shape the faces
of Turks, Europeans, and Zanzibaris,
give me a glass from Your bottle,
or a handful of bheng from Your Branch.
Remove the cork once more.
The we'll see a thousand chiefs prostrate themselves,
and a circle of ecstatic troubadours will play.
Then the addict will be breed of craving.
and will be resurrected,
and stand in awe till Judgement Day.

[Brandybee]

Cecil was a caterpillar
Cecil was my friend
And when I went to see Cecil he was this big long
  ______________

And I said to Cecil ,  ” Cecil, Cecil What have you been doing?”
And Cecil said, “I have been eating all the cabbages at the AB&G”

Cecil was a caterpillar
Cecil was my friend
And when I went to see Cecil he was this big long
  _______________________

And I said to Cecil ,  ” Cecil, Cecil What have you been doing?”
And Cecil said, “I have been eating all the cabbages at The Square”

Cecil was a caterpillar
Cecil was my friend
And when I went to see Cecil he was this big long
  ______________________________________

And I said to Cecil ,  ” Cecil, Cecil What have you been doing?”
And Cecil said, “I have been eating all the cabbages in The Forum Village”

Cecil was a caterpillar
Cecil was my friend
And when I went to see Cecil he was this big long
  ____________________________________________________________

And I said to Cecil ,  ” Cecil, Cecil What have you been doing?”
And Cecil said, “I have been eating all the cabbages in Achat City”

Cecil was a caterpillar
Cecil was my friend
And when I went to see Cecil he was this big long
  ________________________________________________________________________________

And I said to Cecil ,  ” Cecil, Cecil What have you been doing?”
And Cecil said, “I have been eating all the cabbages in Nymphomania County”

Cecil was a caterpillar
Cecil was my friend
And when I went to see Cecil he was this big long
  _____

And I said to Cecil ,  ” Cecil, Cecil What have you been doing?”
And Cecil said, “I've been  SICK!!!”    😮

[Brandybee]

The Wee Room.

Does someone wait outside this door?
Perhaps you'll never know.
Unless you hurry up My Friend,
Cus they too may have to go.

[FoxyRoxxy]

His eyes are so green.
Like the sweet grass of Spring.
He makes my heart sing.
Like the birds for flowers and everything.
And, the sun knows.
Where he is, my heart follows.
Such sky blue dreams.
My beautiful love in Spring.
He gives me peace.
He sets me free.
We are laughing.
We are dancing.
His eyes are so deep.
I look into them and I begin to dream.
We are red, blue, purple, yellow and pink.
We are love in the Spring.

[FoxyRoxxy]

Bring Us Spring

Bring us spring
With sun and rain showers
Bring the smells
Of raw earth and flowers

Bring us joy
Like renewal and love
Bring us peace
As we watch a soaring dove

Bring the spring
And cherry blossoms
Bring the sun
And new born opossums

Bring the children
Wild and laughing
Bring the waters
Perfect for rafting

Bring us spring
In all her glory
Bring us life
And end winter's worry

[ItsAmy123]

Vivid Memories

I remember the cold winter night,
the lukewarm bath,
the candlelit room,
and you rubbing my back.
I remember pasta pomodoro,
when you lifted and kissed me in the rain,
I remember each strange memory
never to happen again.

[FoxyRoxxy]

Stay with the wife or with the lover?
A man asked a wise man if I should stay
With his wife or your mistress… The wise took two
Flowers in their hand: a rose and a cactus…
And I would like to ask you to the men: If I give you to choose one
Flower, what do you choose? And the man smiled and said:
The rose is a perfectly logical sequence! And the wise man replied: Sometimes, men
It will take you by the beauty outside or what mundano
And choose what you shine but, what is the most but
In those pleasures is not the love, I would
With a cactus because the roses withers and dies,
The cactus in a change no matter the weather or the weather
Will be the same, green with their spines, and a day will be the flower is more beautiful than ever seen,
Your wife knows your flaws, your weaknesses, your mistakes, your cries,
Your bad spare moments and still is with you… Your lover knows
Your money, your luxuries, spaces of happiness and your smile,
Why is with you, now tell me the man with whom are you staying?…
Compártelo all women to sit
Proud of being cactus and all the men who
Do not know what they have and do not value the tremendous
Women who are on your side

[ItsAmy123]

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

~ Robert Frost

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