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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) | 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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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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| The Fireside.
Posted: 6/12/2009 5:30:39 AM | Saving this from another thread that was put on hold.
Wow!...just....wow!
I haven't read through all the posts, but enough of them to be very saddened by the attitudes displayed. I have seen more defence here, than in any hockey game I have ever seen! Talk about "fear factor!"
I was one of those "men" who grew up with the typical "men don't cry" attitudes. It was ingrained in me . I was your "typical" jock...chest pounding, cold as steel, stronger than dirt male species. But...something was missing!
Then...I met "her", at a tender age of 22. She opened a whole new world for me. I was still uneasy whenever other guys were around us though. As time went on, and the relationship grew, so did the trust! I still played football, hunted, worked out at the gym, but the macho slowly faded.
Suddenly, my mother passed away. The only thing I could remember about that day, was putting my fist through the front door! breaking my hand in three places. But I didn't feel anything, until she arrived! She took my hand, looked me in the face, and I broke down, crying like a baby? No! Not like a baby she said...like a real man!
After a time had passed, I learned to reexamine my beliefs, my feelings, and sort my way through what I was taught, and what was real/comfortable to my being.
The feelings were always there, but I didn't know how to express them. I had to give myself permission to feel. "She" was my safe place, where I could be me!
Guys? You don't know what you are missing...find it, before it's too late!! | |
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| The Fireside.
Posted: 6/12/2009 7:27:22 AM | And when you feel at home inside me
It's so very strange to find thee
Denying your very own rational thoughts
Collapsing the galaxy,
Leaving the stars distraught | |
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| The Fireside.
Posted: 6/12/2009 8:01:54 AM | Manly...sometimes, just sometimes you read something that many many eyes should be introduced to ~
That was one of them.
(thanks for sharing) | |
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| The Fireside.
Posted: 6/12/2009 8:12:55 AM | Sarah, BKS...thank you both for the warmth and thoughtful expressions
It means a lot to me. | |
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| The Fireside.
Posted: 6/12/2009 8:31:56 AM | The players mist
You haunted my dreams
like a lighthouse beam
here and gone then appear
and I off the ocean shores
float in the distance
knowing to touch you
would mean sure disaster
Your jagged edges warned
seemingly safely grounded
I have watch the many moths
drawn to your light
with hope and expectations
smiling just before they died
What honey you spewed
to bring close and sting
we all should have known
to sail away from the screams | |
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| The Fireside.
Posted: 6/12/2009 8:40:46 AM | Wow! Awesome write sweety! I love it! Loved every line!
Now that's a keeper! Kudos! | |
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Posted: 6/13/2009 6:46:12 AM | Wonderful write best kept secret! I loved it.
Manny there is always such awesome poetry by your fireside. This is something I recently wrote for a contest; Icarus~~~The Ceremony of Innocence Drowned in Free Verse.
Cardinal Sacrifice
Father, I fell in your shadow,
your shaded brilliance overlaid
every compass point of my life.
I haven't your talents;
the gods do not love me.
Athena weaves no passion
to fill my shell-curved ear.
The palace of Minos
breeds not ingenuity but beauty
and obedience, as plentiful
as the phallic columns of white marble.
There I learned to bow low,
with a pleasing, humble countenance.
Something never required of you
--star-crowned of heaven--
casting your fate over kings
and kingdoms; careless
of royal pomp and pageantry,
drunkenly inhaling the gods' exhale.
The cunning gods tempted me to excess;
I was teased to Olympian heights, caught and
cauterized by the Cloud-Gatherer's thunderbolt,
when light-bearing Aether abandoned me.
Oh faithless feathers,
how glorious your flight!
Caressed by Aether's pure air
into weightless being...until
melted wax wings bleed pinions, and
weighted, they spiral the upper sky.
I paid the price for your fame and folly;
consecrated, sacrificed for safe passage
to the Trident of the ocean;
Earth Shaker, Storm Bringer~
rider of azure sea-foam horses...
I cried as I fell, “Father, please save me!”
But you could not hear, your anointed ears
both deaf and dumb to earthly concerns;
so distracted by divine emanations
that Poseidon swallowed me whole,
plunging me to my own fame.
The Sea and land to bear my name;
where you, deep-mouthed, screamed pain,
holding your child's broken body,
ancient oceans trapped in my eyes. | |
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