Through the years of my life I have learned to just live life as it is. There are so many pleasures in life that people over look. Like feeling soil between your toes, laying in the grass after a it rains, or just the touch of tree bark against your finger tips. You don't need elaborate explanation of how things work, nor do you need to be a millionaire to be happy, everything you need is right here in just being. So just enjoy life, and all its simple pleasures and wonders. Faerie Kisses and Blessings to All.
Music:Anything that inspires the listener. But mostly it depends on the mood I'm in :)
Movies:Eragon, Lord of the Rings, Pan's Labyrinth, The Golden Compass, Fern Gulley, and much much more.
Books:All the Xanth Novels by Peirce Anthony
Likes:Faeries, Imagination, art of all kinds, playful spirits.
Set me free Away with the lies leave only your love Tought through feelings As we yurn We cry We desire Carry away my life Share me your breath Tempt me Love me Hold me My love Fall at my side Let it go Release Submit Let me hang Dearly onto your lips In the heat of passion Love without doubt Love without pain For, love without you Is no love at all
"Ice Cold Love"
A princess waits upon a throne of ice For a man o'broad to warm her heart No seasons but winter thrice Hoping her love will not fall apart
A warm lonley heart covered in frost Without love, it will not truely thaw Without love, she will ever be lost Without love, never a spring at all
Freezing wind lingers about her halls Her tears shatter upon her stone floor Dreaming of when her sweat lover calls As she runs to meet him by the door
She runs outside and looks at the sky And shouts at the stars with all her might "Will love ever come before I die?" "Or shall I decay, night after night?"
And in response a star shined so bright That its light melted all the snow A man upon a horse rode in sight And behind him came springs warming glow
He rode up to her and stared in awe His eyes feasted upon her beauty She was the fairest he ever saw He desired her now as she could see
She longed for him, and he longed for her With a kiss so sweet no mind can grasp Never will she endure a harsh winter For true love is always ment to last
The scent, the fire Your heat, my desire Your musk, I must I sleep, without tire
No satin sheets No perfumed letter Will ever fulfill Such dreams together
Speak no words Hush thy lips No nectar drips From chirping birds
Embrace, satisfy Everything held inside Let it out, let it out! Let loose thy tide
Rivers flow The flower blooms The dew has set And now is spring
I stand alone, I stand affraid Lest it rain once more For every drop that was ever made Doth not stain the evening shore
Why you ask, is not the question But who brings shelter For inside lye my aching confession An undying love for her
Stretched across the see of my eye Very close to my heart Distant from the world of a lie A truth not yet torn apart
Listen closely or you will miss Wild desperate pleas Stealing breath with every deep kiss Standing strong upon weak knees
She shares with me the bowl of bliss And always keeps me dry If ever a day that I miss For inside I would soon die
"My Heart To You"
Drink deeply, my heart Indulge in your greed This blood that spills Fertile as seed
My heart, you possess Ripped from its womb This cradle of love Shall be my tomb
In place of this agony Your heart did I acquire Beating so softly in Fulfilling my desire
Our veins juxtaposed Yet we still will thrive We bleed from within Yet our love is alive
(Some of these poems stretche from morbid to visual imagery. I hope you like them, and there are more to come :) )
These are some poems I have created that each hold their own lesson that I have learned.
“Why oh Why?”
Ages will pass, mountains will fall Ice will melt, and trees will shed Our wounds will heal, and most of all From the dead, a bloom in instead The world will change without a pause Moments of time will shred and die There are no answers, just because Watch out, look out! That world of “why?”!
(This poem was a lesson for me to stop over analyzing things and constantly asking why, just because a rock is next to a tree at sunset doesnt mean I suddenly had a vision. Somethings are just what they are, learning to decifer between what is just coincedence and what actually means something, is a valuable tool that I use. I have a wild imagination and sometimes I need to come back down to earth sometimes.)
"I am the Dreamer"
I see the day, to see the 'morrow And from the 'morrow, come the night Which fills the air with sweet sorrow
Let it now be as it were For I have chosen the past In my rowboat, for I am the Dreamer
No picking cherries, no fruitful berries, shall I take Only the apple of my eye Not a drop of sun, but winter's creeping shake
I am the wanderer, I am the Dreamer, I am the still wind Think not of me world, I beg you Lest my idleness awaken to the hand to lend
(This is a poem describing my procrastination, my wanted for the world to forget me and for me to slip off into fantasy land. Sometimes doing nothing is just as bad as doing something wrong. Idleness can stunt your spiritual growth, and other growths as well. Your in this life to experience things first hand. You can't do that by sitting on the couch and "vegging" all day. )
What is this monstrosity? Mine eyes do be fooled by shrouded thought. "Twere it be anything but mine own, I would cast away time's leesh. O, I would'st rather gaze upon the Gorgon, And but wail upon my confusion, An't be mine own. A man's security would crumble at his knees, If such a treachorous visage be his own. Shall I succumb to my rationality, And but be a thrall to a dismal fate? Some art bent to shadow their shame, But only the wise doth open to truth, For the Answers dwell within thy self. I am o'erbeared, for this figure is me. Do I convey such an ill-composed affection? Nay, it can not be! But 'tis so, and I display such interditcion. If this twin show'th me the footsteps, I pray it not be a path to Bedlam. For, if I refuse to welcome the mind's eye, Then who can I place myself upon? I must weep at my wounds, And commune with the Eastern Wind. Should this hideous image be payed no heed, There shan't be another spring.
(This poem is a bit confusing to most for it has layers upon layers of meanings that can be interpreted any way. This is a Shakespearian style poem I made that resembled self identification. The tool I learned to see myself as I am, not as I think of me to be. Sometimes people go allt hrough their lives thinking they are something, but then realize through someone elses eyes, or their own, that they weren't exactly what their inflated ego told them they were. Learning about ourselves, the good AND the bad, can be extremely helpful. Knowing flaws about yourself can be very beneficial in helping you correct your character and become the person you really are. How can you fix a problem if you don't know what the problem is?)
These are some poems that I have written, mostly in deep thought. No they don't have much visual appeal of imagery, but they aren't supposed to, they are supposed to provoke thought as they were desgined.
Where were you mother? I love you nature Where were you father? I love you teacher Where were you brother? My significant other And in place of you I found another Where were you affection? Hello inflection Where were you belief? Inplace it's grief Where went my love? The lack thereof No seed of hope No weeping dove
These empty holes We drill our souls Expecting satisfaction Yet inside we know We just wont show Our internal extraction
(This is a poem about archetypes and how when a part of our life is missing we fill that "whole" with a replacement. Like when a person is without a mother, they tend to fill this gap with another nurturing archetype, maybe they tend to find this nurture in church, or in the love of Nature.)
When you look into my eyes What do you see? Is it your reflection Is it really me? When you touch my chest What do you feel? Is it my heart beat Is it your ideal? When you kiss my lips How do I taste? Is it what you expected Or am I to waste?
In fantasy, we all love....
(This poem is mainly about how when someone is infatuated with someone, they tend to love their own ideal of that person, instead of loving the actual person. This can be damaging when the "glow" has lifted, and they no longer fit our expectations or our ideals of them, for infact they are only human. Infatuation is by far an UN humanly love, as well as an extremely conditional love.)