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| Mandrake's House by the FirePage 81 of 106 (66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100, 101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106) | You made me cry ...... | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire Posted: 6/7/2009 6:48:53 AM | So you go to the store And pick out a pot A shrub, tree, or flower Whatever they've got
Then you bring it home Place it for all to see Begin to make plans Oh, the future you can see.
For you will prune it And shape it, Caress it with blades of steel.
You will water, weed and fertilize Not thinking once about the way The plant might feel.
For when nature is left alone It suddenly creates
Plumes of orange smoke Sticking up like daggers Twisting into magnificent shapes
Because things are meant to start ugly And weep awhile from the pressure Of unbalanced limbs circling On the edge of disaster
Then they will begin to break away And the true beauty can be found The twists and turns of Guya's domain Casts threatening shadows upon the ground.
But, fear not, they are natural No intervention do they need We can't do what they do We can't create the seed
Men try though Lord, how they won't be still Instead of observing from afar They try to mold it to their will.
And she rebels And conquers Nearly each and every one.
You can't pick me up on a shelf or attempt to make me conform... I'm Just one of those creatures Meant to be turned loose and bragged on... | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire Posted: 6/7/2009 6:55:55 AM | Entry for June 06, 2009 The fog is so thick I can barely see And only one vision comforts me The thought of his arms encircling my waist The thought of his charm The thought of his taste
Pure as light penetrating the forest floor Pure as souls searching for something a little more Someone unafraid and unimpressed Silence creates the need to regress...
Manipulate, understand Feel the pulsing of my hand Know I'm real and I won't ever stray Knowing I exist should make your day
And I'd say it does Whether or not you choose to admit The satisfaction you receive Just knowing some hopeless twit
Admires you and holds you high Prays for blessings From across the sky
Because we are far apart But that doesn't change The images flashing before me Some comforting, some strange
Like the I Love Lucy license plate Or the Artificial Peak Oil sign at my neighbor's house Can be something as big as a Spanish love song Or something so quiet not even a mouse
Would think to compare That horse's mane to your hair But this silly mouse does And I really can't call it love...
but it is something And to discredit my feelings Would be a terrible thing.
I have so much to do Before I'm "really ready" But I will keep you in my mind Those eyes that pierce steady Into my fantasies While driving or speaking When I have to shake my head And focus on whatever I was doing...
because of that strong jaw, thick lips And alluring eyes that beckoned me For my outspoken passion And speedy response I'm sure he thinks I'm crazy.
That's okay though What's meant to be Will be
Just had to let you really know What your presence means to me. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire Posted: 6/7/2009 10:30:38 AM | Sarah,
Someone has recently broken my heart. I was madly and deeply in love with her...hopelessly. It took me almost 4 years to admit it to myself but now look back and know it should have ended in the first 6 months. But when we love someone, I mean really love someone, we allow ourselves to adjust to their wants and needs and always hope our love for them will somehow allow them to fall as deeply in love with us as we did for them. Love makes us delusional. She dumped me to the curb more times then I can count, but I held out hope, I gave way to much understanding and belief in her. I stood by her until my heart just could not go through it again. In reading your poem I felt what you felt in writing it. With a little editing and change of genders, these are the very words I'd say to her today. Just in hopes that someday she will see just how much I loved her. How unconditional it was. And how sincere I was and still am... even today as I have moved on and look elsewhere for someone that can feel the same depth and share love as it's mean to be. I'd just want her to know what love really is for some of us and how it was with me. Thank you for this beautiful piece. I relate and can only say I wish I had the talent to have written it myself. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire Posted: 6/7/2009 1:08:43 PM | Nicely put my friend^^^^ Nice to see you here.
Bringing this one home from "Food for Thought"
Feelings
Perusing the artifacts in the dust covered box, it's color has faded, and there's rust on the locks.
Her mind races back while a smile fills her heart, remembering the times they were never apart.
The pictures, the letters, some trinkets of old, and there, at the bottom, her diary of gold!
She wiped off the dust, as the journey began, back through the pages of her and her man.
Childhood sweethearts, now twenty years past, defying the naysayers who said it won't last.
And there in the middle, her first rose firmly pressed, the tears started flowing as she clutched to her breast.
It was then that she saw him, standing in the door, watching her tearfully, as she sat on the floor.
Their eyes locked together, as he moved to her side, as he handed her a rose, saying with Love, for my bride! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire Posted: 6/7/2009 1:29:15 PM | So lovely, these last few writes!
[tear drop]
Melancholy meanderings slowly drip in reflexive puddles gently sieved to remove sharp edeges leaving only joyful respectives and the pangs of what might have been... | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire Posted: 6/7/2009 4:01:56 PM | Poem about Love: circa Jan 09
What is race? How can such a thing be defined? Geographic boundaries Rivers and lakes The way in which you pray...
Are we not all striving for the very same thing? To love honor, and obey??
And... When the tinge of erotica bristles up my spine For the thought of his brown skin penetrating mine
I scold myself for the pleasure I seek Then reprimand my guilt And realize I am weak.
It may not even exist Oh, but what if it does? Color will not matter and now I see the error of my ways. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire Posted: 6/7/2009 11:55:48 PM | Yes I dive into your virtuous light each day with my first breath prior to even opening my own eyes as you would see them even closely
shuttered up in solitudinous inner melody your eyes appear sheltered under the peaks of brows that arch around
you are not close to being perfect at all but I cannot take my eyes away from you because you change every minute every second and nothing is in focus only something else
and I have no way of enduring this but will be just to get by each day
no one can know perfection they may only aspire to perfection
each day I aspire more to my vision
tru for you | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire Posted: 6/8/2009 1:31:23 AM | I professed my love He didn't care to listen I knew much better Still on the same mission
To master the challenges And seek the final quest To spit in the wind And cry over the mess
And not be able to sleep Not over him or any other Just over the fact that I'm tired Of being a single mother
And I want a little help Perhaps some company Someone secure enough To put up with a crazy girl like me...
Who tries to catch the tornadoes on camera Observes the mating of virtually any wild critter she can see... Counts the tufts of moss on the highest hill Is unafraid to just feel and be.
Too much for some And the rest I don't want Silly little spoiled girl Stay away from that restaurant!!! | |
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| Black. Posted: 6/8/2009 2:08:56 AM | Vices become verses while old cars become hearses and good luck turns to curses with guns hidden in purses.
Her soul is on fire with rage and desire they called her a liar and now the situation is dire.
She knows she should run -- her purse and her gun -- but something needs to be done to put an end to the one who put her in this place who put scars on her face and made her feel like a waste of skin and of space.
She stops just to think but throws up in the sink, watches the water turn pink, then mixes herself up a drink.
Soon her head becomes clear and she wipes down a tear. Her heart's without fear as the time's drawing near....
As he gets up to stand he sees the gun in her hand and the look in her eye -- she wants him to die.
He's just about to run as she fires the gun. He feels suddenly hot and sees he's been shot
He touches the back of his head
to find bone, blood, and lead.
Failing to summon the breath to speak,
he blinks a few times as his knees become weak
He falls to the floor, landing flat on his back,
looking into her eyes for one last time before
every-
thing
turns... | |
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| The Fireside. Posted: 6/8/2009 5:23:08 AM | Sarah....lovely writing! Hang onto your dreams.
Seazadream...thank you...and love your latest. So nice to see you again.
Trulio and Jesse....welcome to the Fireside, and thank you for some awesome writes. | |
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| The Fireside. Posted: 6/8/2009 6:20:05 AM | A Moment
Her lips, saturated, glistening pink, capturing and reflecting droplets of sun, shimmering with each lick of her tongue, her eyes, smoldering blue, suggestive glazes hiding behind her glances, playfully tickling my senses, bouncing vibrations along the wooden rail, four feet becoming inches, bumping shoulders as we watched the swans, swim gracefully beneath the bridge, her voice a sultry, sensual lather, that washed over my body, seducing me from the inside out, as we introduced ourselves, the furnace grew hotter, two strangers, in a day at the Gardens. | |
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| The Fireside. Posted: 6/8/2009 6:57:46 AM | Mandrake, you are just so awesome. I love the way the rhythm sucks you right in... I am really glad I found this thread: blessings to you | |
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| The Fireside. Posted: 6/8/2009 10:27:10 AM | Sarah...thank you for the very kind words. We're glad you are here! and glad to have you at the fireside with us.
Seazadream!.....whew! whew! whew! Talk about lighting fires!! You're scorching my earth!! But I love the write! very erotic! Thank you for sharing that side of you. | |
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| The Fireside. Posted: 6/9/2009 4:30:39 AM | fire indeed!! this is more like kindling i bring.... written this morning and just the beginning.....
free of shame and full of love we let our sensuality guide us as if on a divine lovers' course with every kiss and every touch we remember our sacredness....
the sacredness of our one'ness intertwining like dna strands hormones racing through our glands love to feel your mouth and hands we're flying now over exotic lands....
making love in our special dance you lull me with your moonlit grace sweetly caressing my upturned face feeling out of time and space slowly lifting my delicate lace....
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 6/9/2009 7:09:06 AM | |
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| The Fireside. Posted: 6/9/2009 8:05:35 AM | Moi???? Devil Smile??No! Couldn't be!^^^^
Tribute to Eva!
Hiding.... her most delicate secrets, cloaked in veils, a thin mask disguise, the only barrier between her tears and her smiles, she was like the petals of a rose, tightly sealed, waiting for a hand, not to pluck, but to gently peel back the layers, and as he knelt before her, capturing each drop of her weeping spirit, warming it with his breath, placing it back into the budding rose, she opened her arms, and their hearts met, beating a quiet melody of trust, respect, and dignity. She was a woman again! | |
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| The Fireside. Posted: 6/9/2009 11:04:17 AM | WeareI....sorry I missed your write. It is excellent! and full of passion. Love the way you express depth. Thank you...and know you are loved and cared about!  | |
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| The Fireside. Posted: 6/9/2009 11:50:25 AM | Entry for May 12, 2009
Compose blog entry:
Pour out the filth you should never say
Hope to God you don't regret it someday.
Formulate fantasies and tilt the equation
Satisfy reality with a minute invasion
Close your eyes and feel the train Echoing off some ways down the lane Don't worry about whether or not it makes sense Express your inner fears with rage and lament
Paint them into pretty pictures Clouds, dreams, sexual adventures
Store them away To reflect on someday.
Blog entries satisfy the need to ramble Wish someone could really hear My heart pacing wildly Wish I had some way to ease the fear.
Completion is the only relief.
So I'll call this one done. | |
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| The Fireside. Posted: 6/9/2009 1:44:40 PM | Thank you Sarah, for sharing your blog thoughts and feelings.
Dreamstone
In the depth of slumber voices cried, faces twisted darkened winds, descending shadows reaching, clawing, winged depravity struggling against the light, subdued within the dreamstone's elixer, voices quiet, faces calmed, winds became breezes, shadows became morn, and the spirits returned to their stones, only to dream again! | |
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| The Fireside. Posted: 6/9/2009 5:47:13 PM | sad that people are mean stuck in their worlds afraid to touch the feelings the souls of others
they look for love complete of mind and body fair afraid of passionate compassion the heart of closure
critical rebuke belongs forced in like a knife in response to childish query? the spiritual folly...
sigh. | |
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| The Fireside. Posted: 6/10/2009 5:56:44 AM | Lovely write Eva, very touching! Thank you for sharing it with us. | |
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| The Fireside. Posted: 6/10/2009 2:20:24 PM | She grips the barrel of her reality, her cold steely eyes clicking through chambers, flash cards of memories, silver jackets piercing her heart, tears like acid, burning her screams in pavement, muffled by the stampede of passersby, the many and the few who mumble above the sirens, speaking a dialect of complacency, while the Ballad of Jane Doe is sung again, somewhere in the back pages her life is confined, to a little box, and a cold stone! | |
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| The Fireside. Posted: 6/10/2009 2:32:38 PM | Jes fer fun....
A Western Tale
It was at a glance as he happened by - the man with hat that shadowed one eye A ride through the woods the girl also, he spied... a beauty of 12 and he 25
Ten years crawled past when fate brought him nigh ...a rugged cow poke with a smile half rye Age, not considered the man struck familiar and she felt his gaze burn her like lightening inside
He had to have her and she had to let him, and consented soon after to be his young bride The cowboy with the hat that he now tipped back, Pulled her up in his saddle and away they did ride...
Theme from the lone Ranger plays 'um out.... :) | |
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| The Fireside. Posted: 6/11/2009 6:56:18 AM | BKS... That is cute^^^^^ childhood crush eh??
The bells softly chime, on an early Sunday morn, waking from my slumber, a new day is born.
A gaze out my window, to skies tranquil blue, my eyes fixed on waters that cradle my canoe.
With the bells in the background, and the creatures that wake, there's a song in my paddle, at dawn's early break.
Loons softly crying, through the mist covered realm, with Nature, the captain, who sits at the helm. | |
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