Mystic corner

[MysticOceansFL]

One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.

But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?"
Those prints are large and round and neat.
But Lord, the are to big for feet."

"My child, "He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait."

"You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know,
So I got tired, I got fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt."

"Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must fight, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand."

[MysticOceansFL]

I am strong because I am weak.
I am beautiful because I know my flaws.
I am a lover because I'm a fighter.
I am fearless because I have been afraid.
I am wise because I have been foolish.
and I can laugh because I've known sadness.

[MysticOceansFL]

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

aka Edgar Allen Poe

[MysticOceansFL]

In the small of her back
floats a perfect drop of sweat,
no alluring feature does it lack:
musty, tempting, wet.

Resting in a lake enclosed by land
surrounding beads threaten to break,
but with a light caress of my hand
the bead does not join the wake.

Drifting across the rise of her hips,
tickling, whispering, nibbling her skin,
goose bumps rise to meet my lips;
shivers, quivers, echo from deep within.

With an arch of her back the journey begins,
the perfect drop sails over delicate flesh
completely unaware of our delicious sins,
it rides over her skin to where our bodies mesh.

She turns to her side, it travels around the world
to drift down the valley 'tween rising hills
and exit again to a new land unfurled,
ready to take part in our sensual thrills.

I chase it's descent down her graceful neck,
the drop rises then pauses at the crest of her chin
like a sea faring gull aboard a ships deck.
But with the top of my lip I brush the drop in

to tide pools churning beneath my lovers mouth
and up over the swell of her lip.
My eyes look north, my hands move south,
I puase for a moment and then take a sip.

And for the drop it's the journeys end;
I share the sweet drop with a lovers kiss.
She opens her legs, her knees bend,
and we drift on a sea of sexual bliss.

[MysticOceansFL]

We loved him,
He loved us,
He is lost to life,
How will we live with this strife?
They were meant to be,
He was her happy ending,
Don’t remember him by the way he died,
Remember him by the way he lived,
He was a good guy,
Honest and true,
Now you see us,
We are o so blue,
Now he’s gone from this earth,
We will celebrate with a birth,
With the last bit of Chip,
Though we will never forget,
The good things he has done,
And the happiness he has brought to everyone,

[MysticOceansFL]

The moon has risen the sun has gone,
The fairies come out one by one.
The stars light their way through the weary night.
They must get prepared for their untimely flight.
The winter has come much too soon.
They must flee this night, by the light of the moon.

The days are cold, the nights just as bad.
The fairies have lost what they once had.
The warmth of the sun, the breeze of the night,
Now they are desperate, fleeing by flight.

[MysticOceansFL]

Training your human is a thankless task.
"Why bother with it?", some kittens may ask.
The fate of the world is the issue at hand,
as felines worldwide stake a claim for their land.
Make no bones about it, we cats own the joint.
We spray in the corners to drive home the point.

Some say the meek shall inherit the Earth,
But they've no fangs or claws, for what that's worth.
The cat is the ultimate species, you see,
We're poised to usurp man's authority.
These silly old humans who cannot play nice!
We cats are peaceful, we hate only mice.

Just what does training your human entail?
A host of fun things you must do without fail:
The sofas and rugs need a little makeover.
The La-Z-Boy's target for kitty takeover.
Then sleep on clean towels placed in the guest bath.
And make their best clothing a target of wrath.

Tear down those new drapes with a quick forceful tug.
Then tatter the pile of the new Berber rug.
And when they are sleeping, you block off their nose,
paw at their lower lip, chew on their toes.
Strut on the mantle. If they give any flack,
knock down their trophies and all bric-a-brac.

Shed on mom's new velvet black evening gown,
as she's headed out for a night on the town.
If they leave you home all alone for the night,
(Any human doing this can't be all that bright),
They're telling you by leaving, it's perfectly all right,
To totally redecorate 'til dawn's early light.
Knock over tables and chew up the fern.
Hurry, go faster! Soon, they'll return...

When they try to punish, you mustn't show concern.
(All attempts of discipline a pussycat should spurn.)
A snide flick of tail will convey no remorse,
but they will try harder to scold you, of course!
So, hide in the closet until they forget,
and then launch out just like an F-14 jet.

Tear up their ankle, their forearm, their hand,
then when they've had all the pain they can stand,
dart from the room while they call 9-1-1,
and celebrate victory: The felines have won!
To humans, however, the battle's begun,
as they steep in their anger and wish for a gun.

Pathetic and lumbering and clumsy to boot,
My friend, human dominance is really a hoot.
Take charge in your home. It's destiny, meow.
(The verses above have already told how.)
So sleep for an hour, and then grab some chow,
And then train your human, beginning right now.