Aqua Gaea

Gaea is so beautiful at night
When the fireflies give light.
I give myself to her charms.
She closes upon me her arms.

She swallows my body whole.
Such love is precious to know.
I become one with her heat.
She is such a wonderful treat.

I am drowned in her splendor.
I am reborned; She is tender.
I feel her tears consume me.
Her abyss makes me so free.

Mother nature's spirituality;
A garden of love's neutrality.
Swimming in a grove of peace
All of my love to her is released.

I am just one of her admirers
Who live in harmonic fire.
Enraptured in her embrace
I have a smile on my face.

My Buddy

When I am sad and blue.
Its so nice to talk to you.
When I am angry and down.
You're the best friend around.
When I am lonely and tired.
Your friendship doesn't expire.
When I am happy and elated.
Our friendship is recreated.
When I feel I need to share.
Its nice your friendship is there.
When I am lost and can't rhyme.
You can always make time.
When I think of treasures.
Yours is the greatest measure.

Marriage Mafia

Remember the day we died.
There was no place to hide.
How we learn to behave.
You decorated our grave.
The family became everything.
We were reduced to nothing.
I tried to find the crime boss.
Just to inform him of the loss.
Surely he would bring flowers.
Our love had grown so sour.
We had become a cheap facsimile.
The day we were replaced by family.

You Poets all merge on this one single page, to bring about your songs of calm and rage.

To give a voice to your lonesome hearts, after some women have
torn them all apart.

Trying to feel good by sharing and compairing.

Poems in rhyme just to help pass the time.

This single life is hard feeling so all alone.

We sit and wait all day, by our telephone.

Just hoping to hear its ring in our ear.

But knowing if she calls, will she hear our fear.

So we write, paste and type. Waiting til the time is ripe.

To lay these words and thoughts on you.

To ease your hearts, so YOU won't be blue to....


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Alice In Plunderland

Alice passes away in the night but is reborn.
The rabbit doesn't notice so he still mourns.
Alice is still determined to catch the rabbit.
She doesn't know why she has this habit.

The rabbit sees her and then it makes haste.
Alice knows she doesn't have time to waste.
She is more wiser now and looks for holes.
She has spent much time talking to moles.

She watches the rabbit and how it turns.
Each move Alice is aware and she learns.
Alice has learned not to take silly chances.
And each time the rabbit stop she dances.

The rabbit smells something new in the wind.
He ponders can this be my old dear friend?
Is she really trying to catch me he wonders?
Alice seizes the moment and she plunders.

Alice catches the silly rabbit and tickles it.
The rabbit is ticklish and has a laughing fit.
The rabbit admits to Alice his trusted friend.
They talk and then the chase begins again.

God On Training Wheels

Gently we push him along so he doesn't fall.
To guide him because sometimes hes small.
We know if we leave him he might get lost.
So we have to watch over him at all cost.
He gets so zealous to prove himself to us.
We have to remember when we made a fuss.
Eventually we feel safe just to leave him alone.
The day comes when he finds his comfort zone.

Which Way Is Up?

Which direction is up in space?
Away is whatever way we face.
Changed in a blink of an eye.
A body that can't wonder why.
A eternal spirit that can't die.
The spirit into man's nostrils.
Body and spirit both tranquil.
Together live as just the one.
But live after the job is done?
Water changes back into steam.
Life becomes a forgotten dream.
Steam rises but then condensates.
Water forms; Life is invigorate.
Dust to dust; Ashes to ashes.
Life is a vapor made of gases.
We are fated in an endless flow.
Life is eternal; Don't you know?

The Shadow Of The Abyss

A dropping off place that we can always go.
The cave where we can hear the winds blow.
A vortex like the black hole in outer space.
We can see it in our mind's eye before our face.
For a while we can rest there before going on.
It helps us to see a dark dusk and a bright dawn.
But the reflection can come out gray and inert.
We find out that who we are is what we exert.
The reflection can remind us that we are alive.
Lest we forget our past and take a nose dive.

All Hallow's Eve

Eve fidgets in her comfy chair.
Listening to us all talk there.
You can see her eyes dance.
Thinking of a lost romance.
She then talks of baby mace.
Which seems so out of place.
Hot sauce on a tip of a tongue.
She suggested for our young.
Kids would stop saying "bytches".
She is applauded by other witches.
The mother thinks young warlock.
Of his welfare she then takes stock.
Replies of not using the bad word.
But then Eve says, "How absurd."

All very nice

I agree

Thank you, friends.

Are You Going My Way?

Hitch hiking through heaven and hell
You can meet the strangest entities.
Those in-cased in their mortal shells
And the occasional spiritual friendlies.
It almost maddening in a kind of way
They differ but also in how they agree.
It is always fascinating how they play
When they are alone or with family.
Interpersonal interactions off guard
Can be so rewarding to entertain.
Like with those that are scarred
When you try your best to retrain.
Corporeal beings so like human beings
By the way they have lived their life.
The reacting by what they are seeing
As they go through their daily strife.
Amazing to visit them while passing;
A ping ball bouncing up and down.
A wealth of knowledge so amassing
That your feet barely touch the ground.

Sanctuary To Sanctuary

Flickering lights in the darkness that act like people.
Friends that are so more portable than the steeples.
Lighting my path even through the brightest days.
New ones and old ones that are alive to me always.
Giving strength, hope and experiences that help me.
If only for a short while they quieten the insanity.
Reminding me where I came from and could return.
If ever I should let the spark die and not to burn.
There for only a short duration and then they go.
Imparting to me their life's lessons so I will know.
Step in the right direction so we don't lose our way.
Sanctuary to sanctuary we see each later in the day.

The Unwritten Book Of Eve~Knock, Knock

Knock, Knock
Whose there?
God
God who?
Just God
Eve, I think its one of your relatives.
One of my relatives?
Adam, You are the only person I know.
Well, Its not one of my relatives.
Go see what he wants, Eve.
How do you know that is a he?
OK, go see wants she wants then.
How come I always have to be the bad guy?
Adam wants to know what you want.
Hey, where are you anyways?
I am a spirit, Eve.
Thats why you can't see me.
You sure you are not one of Adam's drinking buddies?
No, Eve.
I am a spirit.
I don't drink.
Well, what did it say, Eve?
You want to know what it says; You ask it Adam.
Fine.
Whatever.

Out Of Phaze

Give unto me your nightmares
And I will give you acid dreams.
Where all the demons are scary
And only the innocents scream.

The Endtime Messenger

Carrying the message of truth and light.
Deformed and demented in the twilight.
With a message clear and so revealing.
That helps me to understand healing.
Jabber-jaw to others she seems to be.
She carried a message meant for me.
An insight much needed to my care.
Hope for my nocturnal nightmares.
"We all need help now and then."
"Its hard to find a trusted friend."
She shines like an icon in my mind.
Helping me where I was so blind.
The vicious cycle is but a loop.
Escapable when we can regroup.
Traditions are meant to be broken.
When love from the heart is spoken.

Sister Golden Dream

Once I got to meet sister golden dream.
She really wasn't at all who she seemed.
She was a lot less and a whole lot more.
Thanks to her I had the world to explore.
The way she used to flick her long hair.
She didn't know me; I was looking there.
Remembering how her hair would dance.
It would fly in the wind given a chance.
One day quite to my shocked surprise.
She cut it all off; Right before my eyes.

Ghost Dancer

I danced again with your ghost tonight.
Your cold body lying in the open light.
Hearing an old familiar tune did me in.
But you weren't the ghost my friend.
It was just mind capturing you again.
We tried to dance but I wasn't good.
One of many things you understood.
Just a memory that used to hurt bad.
For a moment it made me really sad.

Shadow Strangers

It is quiet as I walk down the hall.
I know he is there behind that wall.
He will want me at his becon call.
I tell myself that he is just small.
He starts yelling; Not new at all.
He must be thinking he's at a mall.
I must get to him before he falls.
Nervous laughter then the brawl.
Again comes the southern draw.
I have to stay calm and withdraw.
I can't let this be the last straw.
Slowly my composure will thaw.
Shadow strangers but so raw.