Fragments of Soul
 

Just starting my own thread so I can keep it all in one place.

Pieces..thoughts...questions...music...poetry...th e ugly and the beautiful.

Lets start with..
 

"Island" by Heather Nova

There are parts of me he'll never know, my wild horses and my river beds, and in my throat voices he'll never hear.
He pulls at me like a cherry tree, and I can still move but I don't speak about it.
Pretend I'm crazy, pretend I'm dead. He's to scared to hit me now - he'll bring flowers instead

I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you,
Somewhere to go

And the dogwoods shimmer in October sun, "oh sweet thing", he sings to me,
"You're the only one."

I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island somewhere to bury you,
Somewhere
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you,
Somewhere to go.

And I don't know why I can't tell my sister, He spat in my face again, and I don't want to die here. You know that dream when your feet won't move, you want to come but your body won't let you. He steals it from me.He steals it from me. It shines like sweat, like jewels, like something that has died to soon. He fucks with the beauty. A kiss, a kick, a kiss, a kick, a kiss kiss kick. He steals it from me. It's out of my hands again.

I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you,
Somewhere to go, to go.....

*wonders what it would be like to be under a Femme Daddy's boot*

Push me
Pull me
Bend me
Make me yours
Make it hurt
Hold me
Kiss me
Fuck me
Take me
I'm all yours

For Today;



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I walked so long and so far
I walked the line
leaving bloody footprints of my past.
I walked from south to north
West to East
I never have done things the "right" way.

Only scrub lands and desert
an occasional succulent plant to sustain me
No rain, no relief, no joy

My compass broke long ago
along with my heart
Nothing to guide me
Even the stars were un aligned

I tried to follow the sun
only to be burned time and again
I tried to salve my wounds
to no avail
A reminder of the errors of my longing

I was ready to give up
lay down and accept my fate
Let the land decide my future
I had almost nothing left

Laying on the hard cracked ground
a wind stirred
a wiff of cool breeze
and the smell of fresh water

Raising my head for the last time
I wondered
what cruel trick was being played
what fresh hell was being shown

Laughing out loud I decided
get up and follow
at least see this last day through
I have nothing left to lose

Ahead of me a mirage
the smell of cool air
tropical foliage
and new grass.

Sounds of rushing water
birds chirping
and suddenly..
the beat of my heart
rising through the long silence.

Even when I reached the edge
I doubted
my eyes, my heart, my mind
everything laid before me.

Still I knelt.
Raised a handful of water to my lips
tasted the cool wetness
let it run down my chin.

Still I did not believe.

Slowly I walked forward
smelling sweet fruit from a healthy tree.
I was afraid to pull it from the branch,
looking around to make sure no one saw.

I took a tenative bite.
And then another.
Finally, the biggest bite I could manage.

It was grainy
sweet and juicy.
Filled with the taste
of honey, apples, and something I could not name.

I lay in the grass
the cool shade
and finally..

I believed.

This is a beautiful poem
Are these your words, if so, keep them coming
If it's not, may I inquire as to the author, I'd like to read more

yep. it's just me...

I shall be checking back for more
Hurry, hurry, hurry
Um, no rush
Just anticipation

Jezebel by Acid Bath

If I took this cigarette and put it out on you...

Would you love me?

Her throat is soft
Her lips are red
Her thighs are white
Her heart is dead

Jezebel

Red rope
Burns around her wrists
Her blood is cold..like a serpents kiss
Do you love your whore?
I like to hear you beg
She crouched down in the corner with her head between her legs

Jezebel

Broken glass and dirty needles
Soul erosion truth
Electric god
Our superman found dead in a telephone booth

Shards of teeth
Ice pick abortions
Orgasmic death so warm
Lets die screamin'
Black goat semen
I can't hear you whisper "conform"

Hearts will stop and brain cells pop
Apocalyptic high

She screams bloody murder as they chop off her fingers
So this is how it feels to die

But it's ok
Yeah everything's ok

She was screaming about conspiracy
Talkim' about taking sides
I was masturbating, just contimplating
The cold love of suicide

Hearts will stop and brain cells pop
Apocalyptic high
She was screaming bloody murder as they chop off her fingers...
So this is how it feels to die

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Is there One who has the compassion of Kwan Yin
One who has the patience to see the flower unfold
before it is picked
before it is bruised
plucked, and put in stagnant water?

Is there One who would feed it in it's natural state
give it rain when it is thirsty
sun when is it weak
gently pull the weeds
prun it with delicate hands
toward its full potential?

Is there One who desires the visit the secret garden
or merely the florist.

Ran across this old favorite. Havent heard it in ten years, and still remember every word.

It's not the life you choose, it's the life you live.
It's not what you got, its what you Give.

Word!!!

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The only reason we don't open our hearts and minds to other people is that they trigger confusion in us that we don't feel brave enough or sane enough to deal with. To the degree that we look clearly and compassionately at ourselves, we feel confident and fearless about looking into someone else's eyes.
Pema Chodron

BECAUSE!~
 

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If your femme no longer has a "discussion" with you about your bad behavior, it's not because she has decided to lie down and take it..it's because she has decided not to.