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Posted: 9/12/2007 8:25:32 AM | I am,
in abstract,
a form,
existing
in illusions,
intrusions
of light,
reflecting
what you believe
you see,
yet all you see
is an abstract,
of reality,
an image
of your creation,
a picture,
out of focus,
always changing,
rearranging
the lens
of life. | |
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Posted: 9/12/2007 3:03:48 PM | My eyes
reflecting
abstract forms
of you;
reality
an image
out of focus
yet
a photo
lens
of our lives,
illusions
always rearranging
what
I believe
we
might become | |
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Posted: 9/12/2007 3:57:31 PM | "Come", she begged, tugging my hand.
"Fly with me, for the winds are calling our names
and the chimes are ringing in the zephyr."
"Journey with me to a new land,
a land of peace, tanquility
and restored dreams."
"No," she cried, "Do not hesitate!
for the moment is now, this second;
in this we have redemption."
" Come back; be loathe to depart;
do not turn from me... linger, my love,
fantasies and illusions will merge
into desire
and we will become one."
"Your restless spirit will be calmed;
your head will lie between soft pillows,
nature's gift to me for your pleasure."
"Come," she pleaded more urgently.
"Your wings are sprouting; I feel your need
out of the flow of years;
denied for so long."
"Yes," she moaned as if the wind
had taken her.
"Close your eyes to me now
and we will kindle, ignite,
nevermore left wanting."
"Open thine eyes, my pet,
look upon the face of your eternal love
and rejoice."
"My hair, long and black
shrouds bleached bone of eyes
long gone,
of lips you kissed
and of teeth
still red with life's nectaur."
"Entwined, our lives are forever one;
Eternal." | |
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Posted: 9/14/2007 4:48:14 PM | She moaned,
no longer a spark,
nor a flame,
but a raging fire,
a tempest
of ultimate passion,
unleashed,
the final bliss
of ecstacy
quenched,
as they drifted
in worlds
of each other. | |
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Posted: 9/14/2007 5:52:06 PM | | Ah, Mandrake.....the dark side is taking over...are we too old to be Goth? | |
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Posted: 9/14/2007 5:54:46 PM | never too old!....just too wise! Been there, done that, still got the makeup!  | |
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Posted: 9/14/2007 7:09:31 PM | Nay, shall I fall upon the sword
for you,such art thou a waif,
tho blue blood royal,
thy mind of restless toil,
cast thine eyes down upon
thy servants, coiled like a serpent
with red lips, my sword shall dissect
thy very soul, should thee have one!
Hark! Mine ears hearest the song of woman,
Nay not you, for you are too shallow to be called
WOMAN. | |
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Posted: 9/14/2007 10:43:41 PM | "What of Woman?
A She-Devil
calling you to bed her,
do her bidding
Her whims satisfied."
"Nay, Mandrake, pet,
for you there are passions
eh, thine eyes will see,
thy hands feel
and thy sword shall
indeed dissect; nary my soul
but split through me
red hot, pulsing,
dwelling where
immortality once thrived within."
"Song of Woman will hasten from thy hearing
While whispers of starless iniquitous nights
fill your soul."
"Belong to me,
with me,
oh lover that cries for freedom!
Much better to have loved and won
Eternity
Centuries
Proserpine." | |
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Posted: 9/15/2007 4:39:22 AM | Ahhhh Knights of Virgo,
that I shall be
of such nobility,
that my sword
of Excalibur hardness,
red hot, pulsing,
shall find it's magic
to fulfill your hunger,
yet sate the mind of your
being, not of simple desire,
rest upon thy steed,
and shall I join you
in the fields and
meadows of
pleasure. | |
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Posted: 9/15/2007 6:48:54 AM | Sooo, Mandrake, I...ah...won, right? LOL
This was good fun, I expect we could do it once again.
You go first...
Carly | |
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Posted: 9/16/2007 3:43:01 PM | Yes dear, you won,
the woman's always right,
or so my mama told me,
once in the dead of night.
So now I'm grown,
and still can't figure out,
when you tell her she's wrong,
she just seems to pout! | |
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Posted: 9/16/2007 8:40:06 PM | Pout??
Who, me?
Nay, me friend
This thee. | |
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Posted: 9/16/2007 8:58:19 PM | I can see that smirk on yer lips ya silly gal!!
good thing ya live far away!
I ordered my transporter the other day,
I'll beam on over, maybe I'll stay
just a while, so we can play! | |
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Posted: 9/17/2007 11:45:54 AM | | kewl.....'oh Scotty, beeam the man over, would ye?' | |
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Posted: 9/17/2007 8:28:54 PM | Her countenance,
exuding light,
like an exploding star,
illuminating the heavens,
blinding my eyes,
drowning them in
her beauty,
then, like a dying star,
disappeared. | |
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Posted: 9/17/2007 10:12:56 PM | I lie propped upon soft pillows
wondering why a star,
is doomed
to soar through the night
seen by just one person
on its flight.
Her beauty quickly fading
as she travels though space and time
reaches out to another
blinding
his eyes that once
sought refuge by looking into mine. | |
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Posted: 9/19/2007 4:08:34 PM | In longing glances,
mirrored by liquid,
tears of love
locking her image
forever
in a sea
of tranquility,
and wrapped her
gently in his arms,
falling into a deep,
deep sleep,
together, united,
floating on the wings
of their love. | |
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Posted: 9/20/2007 7:36:44 PM | ^^^^ that one is beautiful my friend. NOT that others are not, but that one touched me deeply.
xoxox | |
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Posted: 9/20/2007 8:19:08 PM | | Oh yeah! You ladies just love the sappy, lovey dovey stuff! | |
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Posted: 9/20/2007 8:26:37 PM | ^^ of COURSE we do!
We're women! | |
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Posted: 9/20/2007 8:59:18 PM | We stood,
face to face,
eyes locked, riveted,
our souls colliding
in a dance,
our fingertips touching,
flickering like
fireflies,
sparks began ,
the rhythm of hearts
pounding out the
beat of intimacy. | |
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Posted: 9/20/2007 9:31:33 PM | my love
you are the heart of my beat
the soul of my song
the eyes of my light
silent is my heart
soul of mine sleeps
eyes unseeing
still i seach the earth
for only you
your lost soul
long ago
bound to mine--
another place
another time | |
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Posted: 9/20/2007 9:36:48 PM | And the dance moved
To the rhythm of our souls
And souls to the rhythm of sparks
Created by the dance to the rhythm of the fireflies
And we rose on the wings
Of the beat and the glow
And the rhythm and flow
And the pulse of our dance soon quickened....
EDIT: Loving the way you guys bounce off each other
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Posted: 9/20/2007 9:49:02 PM | Thanks, from us both.
I think this comes of living alone too long!
sigh........ | |
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