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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Passion Unleashed

 
 
Passion soars
love
between a man and a woman
 
Passion soars
roaming these rooms
30 years of love
 
Passion soars
a place, a nook, a cranny,
there I turn
reality
returns
 
Passion soars
the love roams these rooms
I see your face,
your smile,
I see my love
 
Passion soars
children dance
children live
 
Passion soars
from the roams of your arms
a love existed
 
Passion soars
the love of our children
still remains
in every room
their laughter explodes
 
Passion soars
throughout the heartbreaks
Passion Soars
 
My mother
lost her passion
many years ago
what I see now
I cannot, will not repeat....
 
What one worries about
comes to fruition
I will always have passion
it is what makes me glow
 
A life so fulfilled
that only
passion knows
 
My life has been so
fulfilled
with my children
surrounding me
regardless
of their father
at hand
I know
I did  the best that I can
 
Passion still soars
with all these memories at hand
every room shares
a memory
which makes me sparkle
and smile
 
Passion lives
in my every desire
 
 


Friday, October 18, 2013

Magic in the Moon


 
Shattered
I closed the window
glass spewed
all amongst my paint
 
Magic in the moon
found tonight
as one glass
closes
another opens
as I returned
to the shattered
to pick up the pieces
tossed in the trash
one window shatters
another one opens
 
A lifetime of memory
bounces through my head
happy upon happy
to have what I have
 
Psychic emails
wants to reveal
the love of my life
a love I already knew
which was never real
 
Love
I have loved and lost
yet
I have loved and gained
 
In spite of it all
I have loved
 
What more would I ask
of this life of mine
that which I already have
 
Love
In my own space
In my own way
I have found love
Mostly,
I love myself.
 
If I had not found
this love of myself
I never would have
loved anyone else.
 
Love.
It goes around.