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.
Nestled in Our solitude Like baby birds in downy nest We croon to one another's tune And sing our solaced hearts to rest. Too many nights on rain-hued streets Too many days in sunless cloud We crept alone like keyless thieves And cried inside but not out loud. Seeking for a silver lining Searching for a bowl to fill Looking for a life, untarnished And love received, believed and real. For in the dark woods of the memory Was there we lost the taste of good And wandered, lonely, like homeless gypsies Begging love like it was food. Until we stumbled On one another Until we fell in desperate grasp In empty arms that bade us welcome And made for us a home at last. And there's no need for consolation Regret, or time to mourn the lack We lost our lives on haunted highways And love has given our lives back. And it is here We'll dwell forever To savor all the joy we've found Like birds that sail on winds eternal Our feet no more, to touch the ground.
As If A Dream Softness lay on your hands like clouds in summer And you touched me like a cherished violin Eyes so full of sweetness I went drowning Down to your depths and hurried up again. Whispered on my neck, your mouth went seeking And I, enthralled, became your willing muse Through entwined fingers love came shyly peeking Forgetting what it was we had to lose. And there the grass rolled out as if a carpet And there the sky scrolled back as if a dream And there the birds of heaven serenaded And flowers wove a tapestry unseamed. No song and yet we danced in arms of longing Delicate and quiet as the dawn Till midnight fled and we were overtaken By longing stronger than the strongest storm. And passion touched my skin like strands of silver Searing like the lightning in your eyes Hands, once soft, became as rough as iron And the bright moon echoed with our lovers' cries. The joy of love, no poet can describe it The need of man for woman, who can tell What else on earth can give a taste of heaven Take it away and makes you taste of hell? Here in the night I reach the arms of wanting I long once more to walk the road of bliss Touch me with hands of softness and of iron And dream me back to our first summer's kiss.
What is it about bad boys That makes me go weak in the knees? What is wrong with me? Why can't I fall for someone nice And stable and ordinary? Why do I go for the villains And anti-heroes And the jerks who treat me like dirt? And why do they fall for me? I'm a nice girl I'm sweet and romantic And kind I'm thoughtful and helpful, Generous, unselfish, Soft hearted and soft bodied With a mind like a sieve My heart falls off my sleeve Cause that's where I keep it And it frequently ends up Under bus wheels or trains Or under some guy's steel toed boot. If I have the choice Between some nice normal guy And some motorcycle, leather-clad Angel from the Bad Place Which one do you think I choose? Huh? I think we know the answer To that one (Actually, I choose Guy # 3) The wolf-in-sheep's-clothing That you never see coming, The one that appears like an angel And turns out to be a devil in disguise. My taste in men Is questionable That's a known fact Friends shake their heads And say, "What do you see in that guy?" And I have no good answer I let my heart lead me And my heart is stark raving insane It doesn't have a clue It just wants what it wants And apparently, It has a death wish. One day, I hope to marry But I'll probably have to go Off planet To find a suitable partner That can meet all of my specifications, Qualities and requirements He'll have to be exceptional, Good-looking, funny, smart, Poetic, passionate, spontaneous And crazy (Oh, yeah....... And have a handwritten note From God.) Otherwise, I will remain, unattached As they say Whoever they are While at the same time, Attaching myself to the underdogs And rebels w/or/w/out causes, The class of men who Ultimately have no class But are so very able and willing To hide that fact For long periods of time Until they are sure That I have fallen madly in love And no longer have need of my mind. I am such a loser No, seriously, I am You wouldn't know it To look at me You wouldn't know it To talk to me You probably wouldn't ever know it Unless I told you about it Like I'm doing now Like the dope that I am There's such a thing As being too honest, I guess Right? Right. I've broken the hearts Of a lot of good men Men who adored me And desired me like candy (Or crack cocaine) Men who thought I was the wildest, most exciting girl That they'd ever met And they were right But what they didn't know But soon came to know, Is that I can't fall in love with the guys in white hats, I am a villain And an angel in disguise What is wrong with me?! Good Lord, what is wrong with me?!