| Poems, Love? Let's do it my way...
Posted: 6/19/2004 1:53:00 AM | Oh! Dear …@...
To the centre, of my life, during the walk around,
someone closed for me the doors to the heaven:
it stoled me, the promises communions
it unthread from my hands, his gold ring…
in truth, he turned it to his lover,
therefore: life was closing our love as a virus in file ....
I don't want obstacles anymore in my life, only angels...
I hope, arrive again the day of true love,
and what? When I perceive the doors of the heaven you are opening for me?
When, in the funny time, in the vineyard you, …@...,
will invite me, to a party baccante on the Olympo,
where we will exchange our souls and bodies?
I will have among my hands: petals of flowers,
…wine…honey…berries… to share with you...
And as a rider, on her horse, along the run,
you will enjoy my rhythm…my strength…my wind whispers… in the day of true love.
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| Re: Poems, Love? Let's do it my way...
Posted: 6/19/2004 8:38:09 AM | I knew you'd open your own thread one day, Mel.
You're still an artist. All I do write about lunch and breakfast and that thing I saw on the sidewalk last week. You reach heights I dare not look at.
Keep them coming. | |
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| Re: Poems, Love? Let's do it my way...
Posted: 6/19/2004 6:46:54 PM | I am the fountain of love, here at this place there isn't a soul in sight. I've been around
for thirty-two years. I was once at youth producing lots and lots of love. My fountain
was really shinning and new.When my fountain pour out love everyone in my family came
running with amazement wanting some love so they could take back with them to
share it with others. This fountain began to get older in the mature stages and the love is still
flowing. You have those who come and stand at the fountain all day and nite, their
hearts is far from love and they don't know how to love so they just stand there, turn and walk away. Love isn't for everyone no matter how much its been poured out.
It is a lot of work envolve trying to love our neighbors no matter what. The world is changing and people is too but this fountain is still standing strong. Once the fountain is turn on
the love will over shower you. Will you be the one to turn on the fountain of love again?
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| Re: Poems, Love? Let's do it my way...
Posted: 6/20/2004 11:59:44 PM | Each of us has the proper island, in which it is total master of himself. We have a visible life , and another that belongs only to us, of which nobody knows nothing of it...
We escapes every now and then to any control, alive in the liberty and in the mystery, alone or together with someone, also only a hour a day or an evening a week, one day a month......
alive in that free and secret life ...
In this island, where I live in liberty and in mystery, I can meet other similar beings....I can read and understand a book with particular intensity....or also listen music in unusual way....or in the silence and in the loneliness I can born the thought that subsequently will change my life, that will bring me to the downfall or to the salvation....
Last night I was in my island....I was looking for you...so much...you no there....
last night...perhaps in my island I was crying.... drinking..... remember things that nobody knows... observing my own barefoot feet...looking at my bare body laying down on my bad...desiring your hands touching me.....
Melina. | |
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Posted: 6/21/2004 1:30:29 AM | You...
removed your belt from your hip...
tore away your sandals...
threw in an angle the cotton shirt...
and loosened your pant...droppin down.....
We were so near that could not see each ather...
absorbed both in that urgent rite...
wound in the heat and in the odor that we emanated together...
Melina | |
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Posted: 6/21/2004 4:26:55 AM | I think with words, for me the language is an inexhaustible thread that I plot as if life is made by narrating her... this way I remember you in quiet...
I escaped you....
you crossed me....
I climbed you....
I wound you with my invincible legs...I asked you thousand times ... come ...
you asked me...come...with your lips on mine...
You removed my hair to look me in the eyes.... I saw you had always the same placid smile....
In the extreme instant we had a shine of complete loneliness....
everyone lost in its own red-hot abyss...
but arisen immediately beyond the fire to discover us embraces....
in the pillows disorder....
under the blue ceiling...
Melina
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| Re: Poems, Love? Let's do it my way...
Posted: 6/22/2004 7:38:40 AM | He brought to everyone disgrace.
When he thought of the woman he chose to embrace.
He never thought he would pay the toll.
For it was LOVE he seeked. It was his only goal.
Age mattered not. To this simple man.
He was not playing games. It was not his plan.
Though forces around him had held him back.
He was blinded by LOVE. He had no attack.
Yet the fire that burned in this endless flame.
Was his final answer. He was to blame.
In his final voice he called out her name.,
And in a desperate act he hoped for the same.
Pain filled his body, and yet he felt no pain.
Because he knew it was over, and there was nothing left to gain.
The day finally came, and it's what he has dread.
The day he would fall over, and finally he would be dead.
Mark
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Posted: 6/22/2004 9:08:31 AM | I don't have hands caressing my face....
I don't know what the divine touch of a kind gesture is,
I don't have a warmth friend nearby me
I don’t hear a calm voice calling me to him
I don't have two legs that cling to me
not even two eyes in which to sink...
I don't have than...
my daily bread,
my imagination,
my great heart by now overflowing of love
and you…my inspiring muse.... @....
Melina
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Posted: 6/23/2004 12:04:33 AM | me and.....@.....
We penetrate the wood
the leafy branches of the trees
greet as slightly caressing our bodies.
I close my eyes for a moment
allowing him to drive me?
I listen the rustle and the noises that surround as,
I breathe deeply and I smell what nature smells.
Mine, rather, our calm melts with the world that surrounds us?
I open my eyes to fill them with green?
Than up searching the blue of the sky.
He take me in unbridled gallops,
His powerful legs clinging to me,
His long wide neighs fall silent the wood ,
Our manes follow the wind,
Driven by a demonic excited spirit,
we go sure and ride in that way.
How wriggles of flame on that soil
we observe as abducted by all that
So we live... riding a dream!
discovering day after day our great wild heart.
to who count minutes to come here......
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| Destiny
Posted: 6/23/2004 10:25:52 AM | I've reached the point in time.
Where I flip my dime.
If the coin were to land one way.
Then my damnation would have paid,
And I would have to fade.
If the coin would land the other.
They all would die,
And so would my brother.
Yet what if a coin had landed on its edge.
Then time would mean nothing,
And I would be ahead.
People who die.
Both left, and right.
Would bow to me.
As I cast a fright,
And all would be saved that very night.
Messiah | |
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Posted: 6/25/2004 4:40:21 AM | To Eric46
Friendship squirts from Your eyes,
as a wide open door on the affection.
Your look becomes a solid shelter
for your neighbor, against the loneliness.
Your pupil is a handshake,
generous, against every alienation that divides.
The tenderness starts from You
as a warm cordiality,
to invade the lost soul
that doesn't dare more even to hope.
You that cheerful liana
that extends through the unfathomable abysses
to assist the beings grinded by the uncertainty.
love starts from You
to dry the tears
of the disenchanted beings.
Our earth has so much need
of Your caresses full of love...
Love starts from yourself
as a source of triumphant life, then return to you as a boumerang...
You won’t be never alone
You are loved.... friend of me.
Melina
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| Choice
Posted: 6/25/2004 12:19:16 PM | This will mostly be the last time I post. Here, and everywhere, but this is one of the last things I wrote, and had published, but anyway. Good Day everyone.
I choose my way.
Not them.
I make my own path.
Not them.
I live my life.
Not theirs.
I've chosen.
Not them.
They lie.
I cry.
They control.
I follow.
They laugh.
I moan.
They die.
I live.
Mark Anthony Stephens (Messiah) | |
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| Re: Poems, Love? Let's do it my way...
Posted: 6/26/2004 5:44:47 PM | Alone in my bed I'm thinking of you
An hug with my pillow and we lay down
A thought in my mind,
a name in my heart…
Just close my ayes …
and you are kissing me….
caressing my whole body…
Is late at night…..
silent night...
starry night..
Is the right night tonight…
…..desire of you is so strong…
hanger for you is so real…
Slow my tongue cross my lips to taste your kisses and mouth….
Yea...what I feel is insane…
sure it’s insane…..
my whole body aches for you…
yearning to do insane things…
Oh! torment of fire,
quivers,
breathless,
heartbeats…
the harder I try to resist you….
the weaker I seem to be….
Can’t take anymore…
Can’t resist anymore…
My heart launches a cry
I may run away but I stay…..
My body give a shout
I may......Oh! I feel your hands
I feel your body above mine...
Yea...again your kisses......
your caresses
oh! Come on ………………………………….
I’m Loving you…………………
I’m loving you tonight ….
against my will…
alone…
me…
and my insane love.
Melina ti Ama stanotte...... | |
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Joined: 6/26/2004
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| Re: (Zexs) Poems, Love? Let's do it my way...
Posted: 6/26/2004 8:00:38 PM | "hja'hbvbg"q hjprwq' oghiq e'qr eh
g oq'e u0e e 0eguiouh'er hgoi'vhaer'o vweohh
i]oe beo"
That's really deep, man. I am still mulling on it to "see the light" | |
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Posted: 6/26/2004 9:38:37 PM | 6:30 here.....seems I'm not the only one....all night here mulling on it Ticket....
the only light I can see is the dawn light!........lol
Bird - Thicket wellcome to my shelter!... | |
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| Re: Poems, Love? Let's do it my way...
Posted: 6/26/2004 9:49:01 PM | | Wow! What more can be said that hasn't already been said? Your words are expressions of effects only you and one other can truly recall. I can only dream of touching someone as deeply and purely as that someone has touched you. Great work , and I hunger to hear more and more. | |
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Posted: 6/27/2004 1:35:10 AM | "The Dawn on Rome"
"Tyrol" is as close I ever came to it. I have yet to read your poetry but will give it a go tomorrow when I am conscious. (Tired/long day) | |
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Posted: 6/27/2004 5:51:25 AM | The Tyrol is placed in north Italy, a stunning place where the mountains Dolomities serve as frame to the marvelous small valleys, uniques and enchanting mountains...
Is it a case? All of my summers I am there in Tyrol!
Funny but it's so... I will be to Tyrol in August.... exactly in VALLE D'Ega
but do I wonder how do you know about it?
Did you see? Something connect us my dear Thicket.....
ciao!
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