I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
This never happened to me in my life or childhood. I can't even imagine it. I don't know how a father's love feels. But I love this song and I wish all of the dads seeing this page a Happy Father's Day!!!! And please!!!! Dance with your kids and tell them you love them!!!!!! Please......😍
For those of you who do not know... I am Spanish/French/Afro-American Cherokee. I love all kinds of music and to explore all facets of my cultural backgrounds.
I can't be put in a box or genre. But most of all, I am a child and lover of God. And I cannot be silenced.
Sometimes The Pleasure I lie to myself when I'm by myself And the night is dark and cold I don't want to hear the voice of fear And the tale that can't be told. Can you lose a thing you never owned? Can you convince yourself that's true? For I am convinced that I have your heart And that I am beloved by you. So many nights, so many fights And what was the fighting for? I can only remember the empty room And the slamming of the door. But when it is good, it is so good Like a desert after the rain Our hungry eyes tell us all those lies That the pleasure is worth the pain. And so we bear the heartbreak And so we bow to woe And so we kneel as our minds reel And the need refuses to go. What is it in a woman's soul That only a man can meet? And what is it in her wounded heart That can knock him off his feet? Sometimes we sit and talk all night With candlelight and wine Lose ourselves in love's sweetness That by morning we can't find. And yet, and yet, we thrust ourselves Upon the bloody knife That raised by your hand or by mine Can't cut out the nameless strife. So we walk away and run away And go running back again To arms of bliss and the lethal kiss And the pleasure that's worth the pain. Perhaps one day, we'll find a way To eliminate what's wrong Erase this chorus and rewrite the verses Of this beautiful but very sad song. Till then, we'll crave the passion That carries us away like the tide This love that kills and turns and heals And binds me to your side. There is no rhyme or reason For this madness that we share We take the pain that gives the pleasure Though this sadness we must bear. We are but fools, love, you and I A woman and a man Bound by things the mind can't know And the heart alone, can understand.
