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lifting the veil of nights silence
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from pen to sketchbook heart gushing pain phrased beauty emotions flowing rivers of poems verbal enshrinement's to love volumes bound in pain each poem a ghost calling her name back to life internet hauntings sentimentos canciones corta vena aaaaye Bendito cut me to the bone corazón está roto with death in your eyes carino mio my heart could not bear to watch your suffering for love ~*~ intoxicating poetic Belladonna sad tender sadist poisonous flower enchant me into darkness Datura mio sacrificed my heart at the altar of hys pain and left me bleeding so cold tan sola my hearts blood is on your knife exquisite Sadist from my wounded heart blood red Datura blossoms in your memory |
Noches de bohemia
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4sdTkHWSWuA"]YouTube- Noches de bohemia[/ame]
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Storming inside and out
Even at three am the Texas heat is unbearable. The scorched red earth of the Hill Country has baked dry, cracking like the sun drenched face of a thousand year old woman. Plants, like fragile Southern Bells grow faint from heat exhaustion, while trees stand comatose, not daring to move a single leaf. It feels as if the land is holding its breath, afraid to make one wrong move.
One wrong move I think, tears rolling down my face, can change everything. I had never behaved like that before, so hurt and angry that I couldn’t even remember what I had said. I’m sure it wasn’t pretty I thought to myself, sniffling, as I gently sucked the last morsel of chocolate clinging to my manicured fingertips. The sweetness of the chocolate was a welcome contrast to the pain raging in my heart. But not quite as helpful as the Merlot I sipped, as I sat on the front porch, curled up on the sea grass sofa, watching the night. A breeze rustles through dry leaves, laced with the familiar scent of dust. While grayish blue clouds morph the starry sky, into an ominous warning, whose energy feels like a snake recoiling ready to strike. Oh stop teasing me, I thought, directing my pain at the sky, instead of you. It hasn’t rained in months. Lightning pierces the darkness, electricity burning through my heart. The only sound I hear is the wind, blowing like the tormented thoughts in my mind. The plants quiver reaching out to be quenched, as does my heart. The outside and the inside feel the same tonight, the synchronicity bringing me peace. This storm and I are one, as I wander out under the night sky. Rain begins to fall cool on my skin, giving life to earth, and my soul. Inhibition dissolves into this merging, and I remove my clothes stretching my torso across the hood of my neighbor’s car. My feet spread apart, my hips following the line of warm metal. Face down, my long hair flowing across red paint. Rain is beating down on my skin; stinging, cooling, cleansing. Cool water quenching the dryness of my lips, rolling across swollen eyelids, massaging tense shoulders, torrents running from my fingertips. Tears of this raging storm gush down the valley of my spine like a flash flood, then splashes over the roundness of my hips, and lush bare bottom, before finding the inside of my thighs, and rushing to join the waiting earth. The skies passionate release washing away the storm in me. I laid there cleansed and entranced, until the fleeting storm transformed into a rising mist permeating the night air. Finally rising, spent, amazed at the markings my body lotion has created. A woman’s face, breasts, waist, hips and thighs smeared onto the red paint of my neighbor’s car. Laughing softly, poor thing, I wonder how he is going to explain that. :candle: Pashi :writer: Yes, I know this is a story, but it just feels better to me to keep my musings in one tightly spot. A place where all the creatures of my overactive mind are already familiar with each other.~ Passionaria |
Pele's daughter
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=puelcyhsXQ0"]YouTube- marvellous hula dance / O KE AHI LONOMAKUA[/ame] Pele's Daughter Fragrant White Ginger emerges from jet black Lava rock intoxicating me drunk on beauty Blue oceans crash caressing you, leaving rainbows to dance from water drops even the sea offers treasures at your feet Fierce beauty Goddess of FIRE Scorching your essence into my soul Setting my heart afire once burnt Forever longing for you OFFERING you flowers feelings arise Tears move like lava flows shifting my soul out of numbness into enchantment Twice you have saved my life Secrets between you and I grateful I throw flowers at your feet offerings of love Aloha Bound deeply to you :candle: Passionaria |
Lovely lovely lovely just like you!
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:present:This poem is dedicated to you Awren, our delicious debutante of the 9 word extravaganza: autumn silence foggy softness path share chair lucky day Fogged in Autumn's dense foggy silence engulfs the coastline extending tendrils of mist like swirling ghosts that creep up mountain paths to devour helpless redwoods swirling ghosts who haunt desolate roadways with thick opaque softness that insists the lucid movement of day surrenders into it's dreamy grasp lucky to have found a roadside cafe I settle into a plush fireside chair devoted to my steamy espresso held captive while the ocean and the land share a cold moist embrace :rrose: Passionaria |
Ballerina
living on steamed milk lithe cats, masters of movement devoted to pain it begins so young expressing pain beautifully such fierce eloquence when you watch her dance you will never see her flinch pain and art collide Ballet, the dance of eloquent masochism art on bleeding toes :lips: Passionaria |
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_08c52OVn2I"]YouTube- Beyonce as Etta James in Cadillac Records - I'd Rather Go Blind[/ame]
touching me inside you seduce my very soul into believing the beauty of you while diving into souls of other women |
The roots of revolution
I stand before the gate of bureaucratic injustice,
To look for the beginning of the string of conscious action Beckoned by the voices of the depleting Earth, And motivated by the need to involve myself more deeply in that which I am innately a part of, I reach for the rusted padlock and I am startled as it crumbles in my hand. The gate creaks open with an almost eerie welcome. I tarry only for an instant, inhale deeply, and gently kick to the side The ashes of those who waited too long to enter in A generation of those concerned but sickly, oppressed and deprived … Poisoned by the fear of the true change, Hopeless and helpless just as before But now reduced to worthless dust, I step inside. The bitter stench of pollution and murderous tyranny, burn my senses, I cover my face. Blindly I stumble through the shadows to find I have come upon the valley of economic and political conspiracies Just beyond the valley, worlds of truths that have been kept from us all. Poisons, chemicals, electromagnetic manipulations, fluorides, bromides, aluminum barium, nuclear numbing, mind control Pharmaceuticals, Yet I Proceed I pass the churches and the synagogues of the Kings and billionaires Around the bloody river of genocide, I linger for a moment near the corpses of those sacrificed in the name of religion and social and moral reform And remember the ones personally stolen from me, and a single tear of respect drops to the ground. I proceed. I enter the dark avenue of public education, guided by the low chant of boredom, forced conformity, selective teaching, exploitation, religious non-religion, oppression, depression, discrimination, a multitude of stifled ideas for a new future. Yet I proceed. Through the blaring, pounding, screaming media field, relentlessly drilling holes in my brain, to keep us all forever in terror, ignorance and confusion. Forever hating our own bodies and thoughts and all that we feel deep within our being.... Ashamed of not being beautiful enough, smart enough, rich enough, motivated enough, protected enough, godly enough, patriotic enough, honest enough, happy enough, careful enough, fearful enough, generous enough , resourceful enough……. Controlling us all with the myth of mental incompetence, powerlessness, and submission. So we have nothing left but to throw ourselves at big brother’s feet and say “help me please”” oh great man, protect me, take care of me “…. “You promised… Oh yeah Right! Priming us for the lack of privacy, fantasies of surreal lives of our Hollywood Gods and Goddesses…. Promoting the viewing of staged personal tragedies, deep inner secrets, games of love, and sex and Money With hidden cameras, microphones, tracking devices, digital video technologies; A fantasy world out of reach… distraction to reality All the while broadcasters are prostituted for their ability to lie straight through their handsome and honest appearance, just to distort and deter us from any resemblance to the truth…. Yet I proceed. I come to a fork in a pathway leading to a great forest. And I strain to imagine the direction others have taken before. I stand torn with nothing to direct me but instinct And the vague recollection of an earth 25,000 years before. As I allow my mind to drift back to that time I am moved by the memory of the sweet taste of freedom on my lips My heart pounds hard and the anxiety I now feel seems to prepare me for the end. I fear my decision may not come as swiftly as my demise So I reach out in desperation to the dark starless sky And with purpose to invoke an answer. I cry out in frustration to the force that has driven me to seek this place, “What am I supposed to do now?’’ Where does this whole thing start? Suddenly a psychic essence of knowing came over me and my eyes turned and focused at the foot of the tallest darkest tree (directly to my” FAR LEFT “, of course) At the foot of the tree lay a box I stooped down eagerly to reveal its contents, confident the answers I seek lie within it. I brush off a thick coat of ashes to find it rather simple and unlocked I inhale deeply and prepare myself for what is there Knowing my life may be forever changed after I expose the true roots of a revolution. The beginning of conscious action, The formula I need. I close my eyes briefly as I lift the lid And I then gaze into the box To find it contains nothing, Just a mirrored lid and my own reflection. |
oh oh... I didnt understand .. we are to start our own thread??
sorry, Stoney |
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It's OK, I missed that too! I STILL like this! :cheesy: WC |
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BEAUTIFUL... Thank you. :moonstars: |
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Hi Stoney, Actually, it is welcome surprise to find your prose here. I appreciate the way your writing reflects your search for tools to combat injustices we face on a daily basis. The assault on the earth, our minds, and psyches by modern civilization. And the heartfelt revelation that revolution begin with in us. Beautiful! :rose:Pashi |
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I appreciate you taking the time to read, and then actually comment, allot! Thanks. :blueheels: Pashi |
:happyjump: fantastic writing Passionaria. Simply beautiful.
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Thank you Foxy, I appreciate you kind words, very much!!!! :rose:Pashi |
I concur, very nice!
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~ Somos ~
I have been making videos, as a way to express the things my heart needs to feel. This song, Somos, is a Bolero. The first version of this song is by Jose Feliciano, the second by my favorite Artist, Mayte Martin. "A Bolero is a nocturnal and intimate melody, fragrant and fruity, which serves to produce tears, to adore, to embrace like ivy on the wall, to extinguish a love which is more suffering than love, to forget time, the world outside and everything else; to see the dark side of the moon, to erase old kisses with kisses from other lips, to ask the clock to make time stand still….A Bolero is the last chance to slash your wrists with the blade of a metaphor (before you do it with the bread-knife!)" Somos ~ Jose Feliciano [ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=67JdhYLKLEM"]YouTube- Somos ~ Jose Feliciano[/ame] Sweet dreams mi amor when you lay down to sleep tonight think of me my lust seeping into your mind unexpected and intoxicating like the scent of perfume carried on the wind with no one in sight stirring your soul calling it close to me your breath catching your cock suddenly unruly and erect with eyes closed can you feel my warm moist breath settling like dew on your skin as my lips worship the dimensions of your being as you drift off to sleep release yourself into the sound of my voice whispering in your ear expressing exactly how my passion desires to meet with your bravado drift off to sleep mi amor I'm here waiting to play in your dreams Somos ~ Mayte Martín y Tete Montoliu [ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hz_mbgTNol4"]YouTube- Somos ~ Mayte MartÃn y Tete Montoliu[/ame] |
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As you know, I too, find your impassioned writing absolutely exquisite..."One wrong move I think, tears rolling down my face, can change everything..." so powerful in that context---brilliant!... There are many good writers here, in my opinion. I'm thinking this might be a safe place to reveal another side of me... |
I shouted from Olympus
whispering there against your flesh so loudly that the dead night came alive in a bright swatch of moonlight silvered across your face like a shining blade tatooed upon your still-bleeding from old wounds cheek I connect small circles on your shoulder in ever-brightening light with touch lighter than you than I have imagined resided in fingertips that have delivered a thousand other messages in a million other welcoming eager hungry angry places on your perfectly mastered body Our synergized imperfect past has empassioned the us in you and I to claw our way to the pinnacle of betrayal of all they told us to hold dear and we could do that in the darkest of endless souless nights you and I... I insisting and you gratefully accepting that I am God of gods in every tone of ungodly voice... but the earth has shifted now You and I Us We are awash in moonlight I have never fallen to my humility in the light to speak unfamiliar words 'til I traced circles on your shoulders and whispered from Olympus with virgin voice so strong that even I believed the music in it |
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Your poem evokes a feeling in me of dangerous, tenderness, feelings that are both soothing and unnerving at the same time, like a gently wind that caresses before the storm arrives. "in a bright swatch of moonlight silvered across your face like a shining blade tatooed upon your still-bleeding from old wounds cheek I connect small circles on your shoulder in ever-brightening light with touch lighter than you than I have imagined" "Our synergized imperfect past has empassioned the us in you and I to claw our way to the pinnacle of betrayal of all they told us to hold dear and we could do that in the darkest of endless souless nights" Haunting, acknowledging the cravings..... that calling to the darkness. Then back to your own surprise of tenderness....Fabulous evocative writing!! What a treat, Aye, Aye, Aye! :cat: Pashi |
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An energy play of dark depth, thank you for sharing your talent. Quote:
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Thank you
Thanks Pashi and Spirit Dancer,
That's encouraging, coming from you two :) |
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Stopping in to peruse
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The scent of true love
Linger ~ Dream ~ Soft ~ Edge ~ Vacillate ~ Recognize ~ Redolent ~ Core ~ Essence
Dreams soft with yearning appear as my heart cries out for you Feelings emerge becoming lucid I recognize your soul love lingers between lifetimes unforgotten My desire clenching to the core of who you are leaves me waiting here at the edge of lonliness Tenderness my hearts memory my souls longing Feelings vacilate through space and time Soul memories redolent with the essence of you |
Lightning Strikes
Blood ~ Bones ~ Flesh ~ Through ~ Meld ~ Dark ~ Within ~ Sin ~ Fire Dark of night Thunder pressing hard against the earth vibrations caress molecules dance shaking, reverberating, cleansing eyes open lips smiling flesh of my breasts pulling taught Lightning strikes electric currents demand entrance within melding with blood and bone exciting Thunder storms sky making love to earth pure passion ciento por ciento no holding back breath quickens needing to play with fire with no holding back |
Trade Winds
Sphere - Mention - Whispered - Honest - Lavender - Breeze - Storm - Dream - Endless Trade winds fragrant breeze undoes my Lavendar dress a warm sensuous caress touching all of me with out asking honestly enjoying the fact that I can't escape teasing me until I yield my most tender flesh into dreamy spheres of feeling surrendering my body to the sun and fragrant breeze the sound of ocean waves breaking my last bit of resistance to this storm of feelings merging with the elements endless connection to home Entranced sweet fragrant breeze like the warm sensuous caress of a lovers hand whispered tenderly of your arrival but never mentioned when. Pashi |
truth of heart
Today I need to talk about Love. beautiful sisters our hearts are worth so much, and even here where women "love" women there is so much confusion, so much unkindness, disrespect, gossip and even worse in my mind competition over Butches in the name of "love". Please. Be careful with your hearts. I see you waiting in line in the name of something. Not mine to name. I don't know if anyone else goes through this but sometimes I want to scream from the depths of me what is my heart worth in this world? What is a womans heart worth in this world? Can't you see me and the beauty and honesty I bring you? I may be naive, but I look around and so many times I just don't understand the way people behave......... Maybe in reality the only thing that matters is what my heart is worth to me. This is to Oshun the goddess of Love. Beautiful mother spun gold shimmering on the heart of life universal force of attraction you hold the universe together with wanting needing attraction bonding dancing atoms of perception energy creating life giving birth to life shimmering in beauty love the essence of your breath breathing the universe into the dance of beauty my heart is yours my body is yours I love you I breath for the beauty you create in life I share that beauty freely in your name my heart pure my intentions honorable my dream to manifest your spirit here on earth in the name and love and beauty I am your servant wrap your essence around me I call you into my heart and breath you from my lips drenched in honey for the harshness of this world is more than I can bare Casting a circle of gold shimmering light with the essence of love Mother of Beauty I'm calling your name I'm your daughter and I need your protection protect me protect me protect me hold me close to you my heart is in your hands my heart belongs to you beautiful Mother raging rivers tumbling through time I am human and sometimes my best is not good enough But I stand anyway I love anyway I care anyway fierce like you dancing in beauty I know you see my heart just as I see yours |
Hunting Power
http://aroundthesphere.files.wordpre...ck-panther.jpg burning copal traveling through dimensions calling your name out loud grace pure intention fierce elegance dangerous playmate Puma, mi amor truest friend the one who steadied me as I walked alone we traveled so many paths together the you in me my fearless stance years out of the jungle melting into civilized softened me spoiled me allowing myself to depend on another severed me from my fierceness the power of you in me falling dangerous playmate calling your name landing on my feet loving myself in the dark of night walking back into the jungle the moon is out and I am hunting you |
The Postcard
East Jade Silk French Iron Night Postcard Polish Sing Your intoxicating darkness arises from the east demanding that my Silk wrapped curves dance fiercely on the sharp edge of your sculptured jade heart us, playing hard with the night my french lingerie lies shredded across your wooden apartment floor my bodies sweat and perfume have become the polish for it's shine thick stucco walls sing delicious reverberating cries your passion the key locking me tightly behind the intricate wrought iron gates of your will my friends leave messages wondering where I have gone all I could do was scribble these words onto a postcard....... Passionaria |
bliss
Bait Tempt Taste Stalk Roam Hunt Seek Search Find Eyes mischievous you slowly place a chocolate truffle into your mouth as you bait me sucking gently, persistently my eyes search rose colored fullness your lips purse into a sultry smile pleased as the taste of silken elixir melts across your tongue last one you say, want some..... tempting me lips meet my tongue stalks the contours of your mouth roaming searching hunting for the sumptuous prize that I find on your waiting tongue we suck it together midst sensuous melting dark chocolate bliss :rose: Passionaria |
Sun and moon in Scorpio Winds gust from the west, then circle, leaves jump, resurrected flying like brave trapeze artists into an invisible embrace then hang on and spin in fragile obedience caught dancing on a tailwind enlivened and needing this unexpected unearthing from snug complacency I watch this gust of wind feel it's earth caress and think of you dancing around me my skirt lifting at your tease exposing my charms erotic wanting unearthed and enlivened at the thought of you reading the movements of my body like a road map to my pleasure like a leaf riding a tailwind I wish I had Fucked you recklessly, every way imaginable for a week straight then left you with a sweet kiss instead of talking into oblivion DAMN :rose: Pashi Gust Jump Hang Hold Spin Read Watch Need Enliven |
Dream, Secrets, Passion, Love, Moan, Arch, Heart, Breath, Nature Fuck or fight --------------------- Intense passion thunderstorms understand our secrets the nature of us dancing within the fire of love wrapped dreams our hearts breath-less desires moaning please I need you your lips satiate my lips where ever you desire whispering truths my soul confessions I have no pride begging you for release screaming your name uncontainable passion is not for the faint of heart arch back legs pushed open my hair in your face you deep skilled hard thick merciless a good rough fuck can save many a fight intensity denied the energy has to go somewhere we have a choice sometimes when it's storming inside we need to fuck or fight thunderstorms understand :rose: Passionaria |
trust
gunshot, vivid, puddle, dumpster, focused, cerebral, methodical, quilt, & psyche stunned images become clear and dance vivid across my mind this slow motion movie carving details of what you've done across my psyche in focused technicolor splendor until the pain ricochets like a gunshot piercing my heart tears burst the dam of my reserve and puddle along my collarbone then flow like a river into warm cleavage this salty pain methodically caught into black lace who's delicate rose pattern is brought to life against warm moist flesh trust shattered wet lace becomes the dumpster of my faith in you my fingers trace the outline of my breasts as my mind fondles your prose our first cerebral tango that ended in breathless chocolate me vulnerable and you holding me close wrapped in your down quilt you made me feel safe that was the first time I trusted you I trusted you I trusted YOU :candle: Pashi __________________ |
Transcending mediocrity
Soul, Excitement,Transendance, Rebelious, Stagnant, Regrets, squirm, luscious, Jewel Transcending mediocrity was how hy defined it a phrase that captured my rebellious soul in a grip tighter than the ropes he wanted to tie me up with at the MET in NYC passer by's watching me sit in my pretty dress and jewels knees parted ankles tied to the chair hands bound behind my back watching hym paint and gagged, hy added cause you talk too much my vulnerability hys sadistic delight what will people say I protested nothing, this is new york city smiling the notion still brings a flush of excitement to my cheeks causing me to squirm into luscious warm wetness transcending mediocrity cutting through stagnant realities vivid sexuality without regrets thank you for walking me through that door :rose: Passionaria |
Transcend~ Midnight~ Soul~ Twinkle~ Connected~ Whisper~ Clouds~ Faith~ Time http://www.orderwhitemoon.org/goddes...ges/oshun1.jpg Gracias Mamita, te amo ~River of faith~ Midnight transcends into magic and mingles on the edge of realities where a river of faith, flows between the worlds and the elusive clouds of soul possibilities whisper themselves real in time It's here my love that you found me playing one foot in both worlds weaving strands of shimmering moonlight into sensuous erotic tales professing poetry to twinkling stars in the name of beauty I was calling you home playing in the river of faith where soul possibilities whisper themselves real in time the magic of us connected ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "OH" let me delight you with my beauty so the eye may dance with joy let me seduce you with my scents so that your nose inhales pleasure let me tantalize your taste till your tongue quivers let me caress you with sound that makes your ears sing and sing let me touch your body with waterfall music and adorn your beauty with golden bracelets and honey and perfume and when all is experienced when all your senses have been given play when your spirit from the stare connects in a blissful way with your body from the earth then you will know sensuality" Gracias Mamita, te amo |
Bench Patio Voyeur Elevate Frenzy Chastity sculptured Nomad Remote "abstinence - act or practice of refraining from indulging an appetite" Emotional bondage her chastity of flesh woven tightly by invisible tendrils of will restraining her in a second skin of emotional latex sexuality in exile nomadic yearnings wandering her bodies remote inner landscapes with frenzied hunger her lust boiled beneath the surface of the latex reality she caressed the world with every Sunday her virgin flesh could be seen elevated upon the red brick bench which was inlaid with succulent moss designs a secure outcropping from the patios red brick ivy covered walls the wildness of vine juxtaposed against her voyeuristic sculptured beauty only her eyes told the story of this exiled passion her sacred gift praying to be opened :rose: Pashi |
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