Sweet & Tender

Tender love with care how lovely it is to share.

A lovers muse is satisfaction in that same cause a loving throb is a heartbeat away from irresistible attraction.

It is sweet centered a tender touch of the spiritual kind. That emotional tie that entangles the soul into wanting more.

That thirst for delight lingers in the mouth of those who request it. Yet, in the den of lovers fires are quenched.

If the days are long and tender love prevails then too shall the wings of angels sour even when the mountains peek and cause for delay.

Seasons chance their rebuke as summer days brings in her beauty and now…Tender true love too.

Source: Tender

Adrift From You

The oceans know no bounds to the fury set in my heart.

I go day and night longing for your sweet embrace. My cup offering infuses me with worry that you’ll leave and never come back. Now sorrow buries me lovesick.

In my own wonderful imagination, we are united again traveling along the seasons in love. How vast is the ocean of love that set a path for victory? Adrift You render me solid grazing along the waters with delight. Thinking of you makes me strong.

My heart races forth to reunite with you again. On that great day, when we gather into company our love will shine together once more and my soul will be in heaven.

 

 

 

Bittersweet Reels

The taste of remorse fills her tongue with the cold harsh truth.

Every day seems to sour after her twin flame of tomorrow.

Weeping her spirit cries, “Why can’t we be together again?”

The memory returns it was the hour of time when the truth ran free only to be caught and covered up with lies.

In the shadows, she wandered lost trying to keep sane with her sensational ambition to win.

Yet, still on that day the sun set and the moon arose. With the moon shining below dreadful deeds were done against the soul.

Outside that furious night, she lived smiling hoping that at forgiveness door she could meet her freedom from the pain.

She knocks…

Offering forgiveness she lingers there until bitterness showed up to whisper to her that it would not leave until her heart was free and healed.

Day and night she was tormented with thoughts unkind. Her heart filled with pain and want.

In the pool of her tears, she remembered the words whispered to her by bitterness. Suddenly she arose from where she lay, looking up at the shining full moon of the night ‘s sky she released bitterness from her heart to the air.

In that silence all was not lost as she regained her healing letting go of all the crumbs of energy left behind from bitterness. she left the house of forgiveness smiling. For the first time in a long time, she felt free.

In the light of the day shining upon her beautiful face, she left the house of forgiveness smiling. For the first time in a long time, she felt free.

 

Source: Bitter

The Harmony of Our Instrumental Art

In our visions, we see better days and a brighter tomorrow for all that rests in our passionate art of our own wonderful human imagination.

We are that imaginative muse, aren’t we? That fairytale alive we call life.

Summer days call in the rebuke of all that live shining in like a stable objection to death.

Day by day we seek, we sour, and in that hour of demise, we see clearly the story of us.

Illusions can mask intentions but those who eventually find the substance of truth can see past any pending doubt that looms.

It is together we blissfully sustain our abundance of love in the classic art of infused collective consciousness.

In harmony, we graze the sands of indifference and reach the peak of peace triumphant.

We are all unique souls possessing instrumental talents that allow us to play our own tune thriving for our own pitch in the symphony song called, life.

We all serve a purpose and contribute greatly to the song each in our own way. Hence, there is never one too many for all play their part in time and in with necessity.

As a beautiful distinct harmonious tune, sharing and caring our gifts life becomes that much more interesting.

Source: Harmony

Spike Me

All the words in the world wouldn’t do my spike justice.

That drink with the yum and the delightful kick yeah that’s my flavor.

It cost me sorrow but I redeemed myself in the light of the day and within the center of my soul where love lives.

So…I sip, I dance, I spike.

Out my victory, the seasons deliver a special place within myself to be free without harm.

Source: Spike

FAQ About Chuckle

The best is yet to come they say…

The bounty is there but where are the spoils?

In the darkest of days, minds ponder what the heart already knows.In the fool’s mind, each cherished night casts the light of the moon to guide the way to our sustainable illumination.

In the fool’s mind, each cherished night casts the light of the moon to guide the way to our sustainable illumination.

So what then shall we do to get our fill of amusement?

Chuckle more with vigor at the course of our direction. Then in perfect time joyously laugh our heartbeats away into the abyss of humor.

Why then should we let our playfulness end without living with enjoyment? Our answer resonates at the peak of purpose that rests in our own desired decision.

Seriousness meets chuckle while chuckle meets the actor’s laugh.

Source: Chuckle

Phases of Unraveling 

Unravel your clothes and take me inside of your womb…

Others don’t see me but you do.

I can taste you on my lips and see you in my heart.

Can we share some time on the other side of the moon?

Others say it’s tragic how we entangle ourselves. Yet, we continuously unite in blissful conflict. Can’t you realize we are one?

You know you need me sometimes, as I need you. We balance our temptations as fierce opposers yet we remain true. You call me weakness and you cast me away as a filthy desire but you know our history.

Justice declares us hostile to change but you know better not to leave me. We need each other. Together from ashes of your suppression, we can rise triumphantly as a beautiful duality.

Love, Your Darkside

Source: Unravel