Thank you so much, smiles

The continuation ... was to indicate that struggles continue as they always do, sort of an emfasis on the continuation of life.

Awesome, good job. Great poem.

Awesome! I like this one. Freedom, ah who wouldn't want it in one form or another, free to be who we are. smiles

WOW! goodone! I liked this, very awesome. SMiles

I don't want to cheat fate tonight, I just want to cheat reality, LOL anyone for snacks and a well chosen crazy movie? LOL

Captured Hearts, Borrowed Wounds-Spiraled Souls

Some say he is a nephilim, a child of a fallen angel. Some say he is the devil in the disguise of a young man with a privileged family. Some say he is evil itself able to manipulate anyone and anything he wants. It is said Job could only be touched by Satan with God’s permission, I have often wondered what kind of deal Degane struck with God for me. Some believe he is just an army brat who wound up in the wrong place for the wrong reasons but around here, he is known as Dr. Frenzeller’s pet and the Commander’s sidekick in torture and mayhem. But I know him, I have known him all my life, from every fantasy and dream I have ever had, I have seen his face, in many forms, but I know him and he is the deepest darkest secret of my life, among many secrets, as is the boy standing next to me, albeit, he is of the light.

that's great, I was just reading something on energies and crystals, a cool bunch of articles on About.com on holistic healing and making a sacred space. Love that about.com, so much fun. grins Anyone for hot cocoa?

Rivendale
Mirkwood
Gandor

ok, so LOTR is on my mind this morning, oh well, giggles

I'm kinda sad no one read this one,

Strange Hours

I’m shaking the winter from my bones with unreserved feathers
And a theory that takes me on wing
To a place I can savor the sacred voice of the woman in me
There is no ointment like ripe sunshine
And there is no quenching the vulnerable yet thirsty mind
Unless I can unlock the severed vacuous remnants of wasted moments
And replace it with the smooth rebel of an uneven angel
Unrestrained in a succulent fraction of life
Let me sip the wet kiss from the lips of my soul
To loosen my narrow grip on a suggestive existence, never mine
Although I adore the whispering willow of my old winter within
I must let the loner find her place among the multitude of seekers
And so now I utter no unsettled freedom upon my winter mind
There is only time to burn my candles and let the love warm me again
For the morning comes slowly but sometimes not quietly
As my portions of the day past are more than I can stomach
And so I drink the ethereal night and the light of the stars
And gain sustenance from the bone white moon
And its marrow of secret reflecting dreams
And as I speak here with the strange weight of yesteryear
I find the day is just as intense as night
Just as vexed and versed all at once
With strange weights that will or will not suffice
To kill the kernel of suffering still left in the broken heart
Or the clock struck shockingly solid, and unmoving, and unyielding
And yes, unkind, yet what is a mystery…without some haste
To uncover the most valuable of clues we still have yet to find
But not tonight and not tomorrow will I be frantic to dip back into sorrow
I will observe the pathos but only sojourn here in the dark
For I feel the sunrise approaching and my wings are restless tonight
So grab yourself a dream and hold on tight
As the savage sun creeps over the hills of houses
The light of hope returns and the dove shall again fly
Past the mirrors of misery and silent but weary hours spent in self reflection
And into the hands of the Great Creator once again
And with it I placed my crushed dreams of yesteryear
And watched as the Great Creator let them sift through his hands
Drifting away on a spring wind only to land on the ocean
Which washes my troubles and makes me have to make the first choice
For the beginning of a new hour and a new way to find peace
From within as well as without,
For I am not without a question
And time is not without an answer


Nica Bane 08/07

You walked behind me

tripping me as we went for kicks

you chose to stay behind

so you could watch where I was going

and you told me I was the one

who held the hand

of the fate that you served so hot

and so fresh with insults and rapture

burning my soul

but what you want isn't peace

but something deep

like a tigers eye

you want to fly

but your so deep and low

sometimes I think you lost control

of what you knew was right

I don't want to be your project of rejection on sight

and I don't think you know

what the pain seems to know as well as you grow

in the shadows of rezentful minds

cause I held the twig

and you burned it in my hand

but what would a simple woman do

If she couldn't read your thoughts

as well as you read

like the dead and fresh memories of yesterday

and I don't want to be your little plaything

and your so intent on focusing

does it hurt

does it live like ice

does it penetrate your every hour

your every vice,

you could never play nice,

and I smile just a bit at the thought

as you stop and stare at me

such greedy eyes you have

like a mind sucker

oh what a surprise,

yet your ever so wise,

crooked smile,

crooked lips,

crooked lies,

you don't even leave me room to sigh

you never had faith in me,

it was only my tears you wanted to taste,

a fragment of the woman I had become

the woman you couldn't bare me to be now,

I mean, why should I have it so 'easy' afterall,

doesn't pathos have a meaning for you too afterall,

lets say we dance here, twiging and twining

little drops of blood dew on your insanity,

your games,

why not twist the sinew of your unforgiven heart,

so we can finally catch it,

right where you are,

and so you attack,

and the fear is the only thing that screams

cause I don't live here where you can find me anymore

Beware the one who walks with you,

what a burden it is,

to carry the vampire of despair and sorrow and regret

upon your shoulders

it isn't that he is never satisfied,

its just that he will take you with him

deep and deeper still

if the taste of your sorrow,

is more than he can live without,

and more than you can let go....

WOW! That was awesome! and i mean that too! I loved that! ok maybe I am making a big deal about it, but I call them like I see them, that was great. good job! I so related with this, very cool.

Well done. Ah man, the ever confused being, yet the most fascinating of all creatures on earth. smiles

Jarlaxle

Where are you getting your lyrics from, there is a song in particular I am listening to that I love and would like to post?

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Thank you, smiles

that no one has the right to take your happiness, you have a right to be happy and love who you are and that everyone has the power to be the person they want to be now. That being who you are is more important than being someone you are not.