Permaculture in New Zealand

They tell me this stuff doesnt sell so here it is for free,, by Aleena La'ulu

They told me poetry doesn’t sell, but I love my poetry and would like to share it, hope nobody minds. Warning, some content may offend.

Life Love and Living

For years I sat at my table, on the beach, on the cliffs at Titahi Bay and now here I have a book of it. Love from the unpublished poet

Silently watching the changing mood

With his silent trained mouth
He watched them longingly
How do I get that?
How do I find that
they walk around him watching him as he watches back
Their together harmoniously
caring
Why don’t I fit easily into that
I never learnt that
As he watches how they do it this respectful interaction
Where are the dramas do they get bored living so nicely in unity
That’s not what I was taught of how to be
They seem to portray having it all together I need to investigate this a little further
I have some time up my sleeve to watch these people to see the truth
Either that or learn something I have never quite seen or experienced in my lifetime
I hope they don’t get too paranoid or think I’m a freak for pondering too long the mysteries that surround these possibly genuinely, usually happy people.

Falling in love again

Seascapes and sand dunes gaze
Lollipops and lovers crazed
I’m falling in love again
Oh oh…..here we go again
Screaming down that big long slide
Clutching at the sides
“What if” playing on the tune
Broken hearts and grazed knees
Please don’t do all this again
Or at least be kind and provide safety gear and harness
And cushions should I fall

At one

It is the oneness that I am with the sea
It is the wholeness that I feel as a drop of rain
Almost insignificant, but still a part of
It is the emptiness
But yet
Wonder and amazement
When I reach for the bright morning star
But can never truly embrace entirety
For all that I shall ever touch of the heavens are here
The tears of the angles for humankind’s disillusional fears that rule this earth
So it is that I am neither
Heaven nor seas
But of the earth

Butterfly

Hello Mr. Butterfly dancing in the sun
Perfection painted on delicate elaborate wings
You bring a smile to my face that feels like hot cocoa in winter
I see there is hope and miracles
As you gently brush my face
It is like the touch of soft young feathery kisses to my heart my hands
All over my face
Love itself must have come from you lovely innocent
Life’s toils and mazes were unable to leave their scratched impression on you
I seek your flowing steady strength and presence
If I could suck it through a straw I would

On the fence

Waiting for a tidal wave of inspiration to smack me off my feet and drag me into meaningful
Crouching on the edge of life’s fence post nervously anticipating participation
Dreaded crossroads
Decision making not my favorite sign post on the highway
But the hopes and chances of some magnificent portal leading to Eden are tighter than a homophobic anus
My fears
The unseen large abysmal pot holes screaming out all the trapping of stagnation
To fill this poem with all the questions toiling with my mind would be laboriously painful
Nursing epileptic procrastination
As if the bastard ever brought comfort
These times you wish fate would come galloping by on his gallant white horse
Pick you up and throw you into heavenly
I am not alone in this
I know it
I feel it
You feel it too
Your very being crying out for more but you just don’t know what
I begin to realize
Something is wrong with these roads
None of them lead to what it is I truly seek
Old fashioned roses with scent, world peace and no fear or greed
But I fail to see the sign post for this road
The ever impending doom scratching at my core
I must find my purpose goal destination
But it must be now
Why can’t I order it alongside an instant coffee in a life map drive through?
Is it too much to ask?
Lord thank you for answering my prayer, but I don’t know if I like your answer. Is the road I am to take to follow my heart?
BUT THERE ARE NO STREET LIGHTS ON THAT ROAD!
I can’t see what is up ahead.
Do I start walking down it anyway?
What if there are potholes? Robbers? Ten foot aliens with bazookas?
Or even something worse like
A TAX COLLECTOR!
I might end up losing what I have
Yet truthfully I know all I really have
Is the comfort
Of what I know

You

I hate the way that honey moons end
I hate the fact you said I was your best friend
And that you’d love me till the end

I hate every fucken love song, played on the radio,
I wish I had never met you
Take back my hello

I hate those bloody sunsets with dim candles and wine
All the laughs and tears we shared

You just wasted my fucken time.

I hate the way you climbed up to my two story window in the early hours
Waking me from my sleep just to give me flowers
I hate how every one loved you
And I hate the way you breathe

I hate everything about you without me.

Paranoid speaker

Panic stricken, debilitating fear
I’m doing it to myself again
Heart racing like a torpedo out of control, I’ll explode soon
I’m a time bomb waiting to happen
Shaking like a leaf storming down the country side
I’m scared…..I so don’t like standing up
It feels like trying to cut through the wind with a wet mop
They’re all looking at me again
Watching my every move…. contemplating how much I’ve grown since last they saw me try this speeches thing
The vibe…the feeling has all gone from my frozen toes
But I’ve got something to say and I can’t help but say it
There she goes again
Their all wondering what is really going on inside my head
I know it
Maybe their checking out the way I tied my hair today or wondering what labels I’m wearing
Their probably not listening to me any way
But what if they really are
Oh God, I want to stand up like a Bill Clinton type of figure, but I know I’ll end up looking like Mr. Bean
Is there no cure for pounding hearts and stomach wrenching butterflies galloping like dragons on fire up and around my wrecked brain

Smoking hot

I came in here to start a one way conversation with you’s
I like one way conversations
Because everything I’ve got to say
Always seems so much more important than what others have to say
I am the centre of the universe…I know these things
Although….at times I do get shy about this I admit
I know you all want to come and talk to me
Invite yourselves around to my house for a cup of tea and out stay ya welcome
I guess I will just have to accept my fate
I aint got time to continue on the way that I have been
Having one on one conversations
I know you all want to hear what it is that I have to say
But you need to slow down a little
And see that there is only one of me
I am precious I know
I should stop smoking……yes I agree
But don’t worry about it….legislators going all crazed at my shocking habits

Crazy love

I think I might be in love with him
I love him already I know this much
I thought about it already sometime ago I guess it was subconsciously mulling itself over somewhere snoopily in the background that I could possibly love him
My alter ego sneakily crept in and took over from the self destructive, cold hearted, product of society and gently handed him a few keys
All the while I struggled with the skanky ho that enables me to love again
I argued with her for quite some time
But the conniving tart reminded me of how soft loving cuddles could warm me up and melt me into memories of what it felt like to be loved again
I’m over games and stuff of that sort
I’m not worried if he runs a mile squealing at my admittance of this emotion
I love everybody to a certain degree
To say otherwise would be a lie
But for you I’ll share my time a little more than I do with others
I can’t say I’ll love you more
But I will tidy up my bedroom and change the sheets……
I could take a shower a little more often
I won’t laugh at your jokes though…..if their not funny
I can’t be who I’m not……I’ll encourage you to be the same
There’s nothing worse than buying sexy, cellophaned, candied, pretense lines
They only purchase sorrow in the end
Please don’t tell me you like blue when deep down you know you really like red
Red, two years down the track hurts deeper than red two weeks down the track
I’m too weary to give you promises
I’m old enough to know promises can’t be kept
Marriage certificates seem like paper chains to me…empty words in the end

Suicidal livers

I’m an unlovable slug
I’m on my way to commit suicide
I thought about climbing a cliff with no ropes, hey maybe I could climb Mount Everest
Or jump off a building
I thought about skydiving and not pulling the cord
Or maybe swerving in front of oncoming traffic
I could always go and play on the train track at night
Or overdose on sleeping pills
I could slit my wrists and lay in a hot bath and marvel at the blood as it all pours out
I’m going to commit suicide soon but not just yet
I want to tell you all about it to see how much sympathy I can get along the way of my long drawn out good bye
And all the while I ponder every which way I could do it
I will smoke and smoke and smoke…..just incase I never get up the courage
So cancer can get me first
Maybe I will get hit by a bus or swept away in a flood
Maybe the earth will crack up and I’ll be standing right there where it does if I’m lucky
Maybe a tornado will be so kind to give me a ride and whack my head with a flying branch……..
I could possibly try white water rafting, I could get lucky some how and hit a rock
I guess as long as I don’t get squashed by a giant flying poo……I’ll be quite happy about that
I sat there for sometime once
With a noose around my neck stretching out the process of my long goodbye by wondering probably a little too much at how long it would take and how much it might hurt
Well there’s not much point in living……..I haven’t seen it yet
I will commit suicide I think
Probably it’s better to make a real damned nuisance of myself and get shot by someone
That way it won’t look like suicide….more like a hero
It’s happened before…….lets see there was Gandhi, Jesus, and heaps of others I should imagine…..that felt….exactly how I’m feeling I bet
Now about the current situation of the world…repetitive boring men struggling for power
Suicidal livers continued……

I’ve been listening to them for centuries like a broken record stuck in the same old groove
Their still treating me like I’m insignificant
Their still playing their head games….trying to keep me down
They make up 10 syllable words…and big long processes and legislation so I don’t understand
Their trying to confuse me again….telling me I’ve got A.D.D, or some other mental disorder.
Their telling me, there is something wrong with me…..not them……
I can’t be bothered with this
So I’m going to commit suicide soon because I don’t quite fit the category of what they call correct.
It’s the only way really, the only way out, away from them
Well I think it is
I will meditate on this thought for a while on my way to committing suicide I think on this longest ever goodbye
I will try to make money instead

Political assassinator

Hey there Mr. Fat Cat, New Jersey
Chromosomal damage, spontaneous abortion, cancer and birth defects among the many consequences of your Fat Cat cocktail
Where did you put your 10,000 drums in 1979?
Are they the 10,000 drums found in Nigeria in 1984 mmmmmmmmmmm?

Mr. Steel suite button pusher, pushed around at school
Vow never to be bullied again ticking in the eyes as they gleam with excitement
No more shall you face them
You can do it all right hear from behind security doors
Armies at your beck and call
Just like those plastic ones you played with when you were a kid

Hey there Mr. Million dollar yacht
Has your money filled that gap yet?
You thought I didn’t see you
But I did
I saw you sneak your nuclear waste down your ancestors old gold mines in Zimbabwe
But don’t worry I won’t tell anyone of significance
Well……………Not in your eyes anyway

When you left

When you left
My heart
Fell off the page
Like a fat stone
Thrilled at gravity
My eyes
Leaked out shards of my heart

In the hope of something

In the hope of something more
I give up my today freely
I give to nothing but hope
For what else do I have?
Our tomorrow’s mere reflections of our today’s
If I am unhappy today
Then I did not use my yesterday as I should have
So I shall try again, because I can

A drink of blood

Taste of blood in my mouth
My head spinning around like a hole in the ground
At my heels
As the trees are cut
And the forests cleared
Precious knowledge seeps down through the cracks and crevices of humanities greed
I’m wondering, what will I breathe?
As the lakes
Rivers
And seas
Are contaminated by the industrial revolution
I can feel life bleed through my fingers
I’m screaming out to you
I’m trying to hold it
But it just keeps pouring through my fingers
What will I drink?
I choke
On chemicals
Rubbish dumps
Nuclear waste
Contamination degrading agricultural land faster than I can spit
Hello, hello, hello
I echo
What will I eat?
And then I heard this uneducated fool say ‘don’t be so dramatic’

Add

Advertisements blasting out of every nook and cranny like some sort of invasive stain on living
I feel so dirty
A collection of bill boards
Imbedded beneath the skin
This blood needs siphoning
To remove all the consumerism contamination
There are so much sale signs stuck to my eyes
I need a chisel to remind me of sunsets and trees

Opposite lovers

When the moon eclipses with the sun
When fairy tales become anon
I will see you there
In twilight
Twisted dreams entwine as one
Strangers dance their own alone
Treasures of a day renewed in ever lasting light
The marriage of the day to night
Two soul’s forever chasing time.

PIN CUSHION

Tiny
Little
Pins
Pricking
At your heart
The sun will probably do a lot more shining before it goes out
The winds got a bit more blowing to do yet
I don’t think it’ll be the last time
You will feel
Tiny
Little
Pins
Pricking
At your heart

Pills

I told the shrink I was in love with love itself
Nothing less than honey moons will do
I’ve been in love at least 7 times now I Said
After 2 years they all seem to turn the TV on and I have to compete with commercials for attention
And every time it happens I kick em’ out
And then I reminisce over all the good times
And then I think oh what have I done
I’ve lost my true love
And my hearts breaking
And I think
No it wasn’t my fault
You know
He cast me aside like a piece of screwed up paper
And then I concentrate on the pain so hard I begin to feel all weak like some withered fallen leaf
And you know what he said
The shrink
He said
Maybe I should take a pill
You got to be kidding I said. Those things are evil, I said
More evil than strappy high heeled stilettos
Pills continued………

Those things could stab clean through a small child playing on the ground ya know
I wouldn’t touch them with a ten foot pole
Pills –
Make you feel all strange –
Dormant almost –
To reality
Not that I’ve tried them mind you
No
I’d rather be in love with love itself than all dopey and numb to reality

Concert

Rooms PuMpInG

Whole Crowd JuMpInG

Music ThUmPiNg

MASS CAN DuMpInG

My beautiful child

Love cuddles up to safety and warmth
Love is my bundle of joy, when he needs me
Which grows less and less
That I miss more and more
Love, though I comfort you
I am comforted

Beautiful children

Children are such lovely little creatures
You wonder what’s inside their heads
They turn and lick the concrete when you least expect it
Pick up dirt and put it in their mouths
Play with dangerous things when you’re not looking
They jump on you as if you’re indestructible
Throw tantrums
And do the craziest of things
Far out
How I love the creatures

I miss you

I had my best love
I had my best friend
Tell me how it can be

You no-longer love me

I miss the stars I miss the moon and the sunsets with you

I miss our friendship, I miss you.

I would do anything for you
Just tell me, I will
Take back what is still
Burning in your heart
I wish I could not try to change what isn’t real
But I have this pain to cure
“How you feel”
Wrap you up and hold you tight
Demons of the night dispersed in fear
Please bring him back to me

Goat’s life

I’m as angry as a goat eating thorns and spitting tacks
I’m as angry as a little devil laying prickles in the grass
My little hooves tromping up the hill
Looking for a blade of grass
The sweetest most delicious to devour
Sweet dandelions yum
I’m free
I’m free
From all you scum
I got a view of the beach
I piss on the ground
Sunrises and sunsets
Birds twittering the sweetest sound
I roll around in open fields and meadows
Never want never need
I laugh at the ridiculous people minding their manners and starching their knickers
Adorning themselves with golden crowns
But the little devils come to shoot me down, they must be jealous of my freedom
You can take my life; you can cook me up in your pot
You take and take and take and do your best to steal it
But you can never have what I’ve got
I don’t have to cook, clean, sew or do the dishes
You people make so much work for yourselves you’ve piled yourselves up the hell with dumb wishes
Light

Captured in a spiraling web
Entwined in the light of day
Twist of fate brings hope
Beneath the wings that lift me
Courage with hope and faith
Pulls me from the depths of confusion
Your love is strength
I can
I will
I must
For love, I will give all I can be
For you the only one I will do anything I am in debt
The past is irrevocably lost
For which I no longer care or ponder
I am found in your eyes
I am home and at peace within myself
This is the gift you have unknowingly given and now I know my reality was not where I sought in earlier days
I am glad I have found the path
Master man with the plan

To my only child

When you laugh
My heart shines
I am the proud mother
At times you bring such joy I could burst
I will strive to show you the truth
Love wholly my child
Breathe in the view of the beautiful sea
Soar through the sky Like freedom itself Above all else don’t forget to Love
I love the handfuls of daisies and weeds
I love the pride you felt when you showed me your ready to cook omelet mixed on the carpet
I love to kiss sore elbows and fingers
I love the years of laughs you gave, when you asked me to kiss your sore bum
But now you are seven
You understand why I didn’t

Sunset

I’m blinded with sunset
Romance the suns reflection on the sea
Cutting golden pathways bordered with sparkles wherever it is you choose to sit
It is as though it were only for
As if I were the only one that mattered to impress
Time almost stands still on these cliffs

A thousand words

A thousand words with no meaning
All my thoughts and all my feelings
Just momentary

Disposable

Disposable cup
Disposable nappy
Disposable wrapper
Disposable life
Disposable earth
Who cares, we have here and now

Memories

A simple touch
A familiar sweet smell
Your presence reminded by belongings
I shall carry
In omni presence is creation amidst the sigh
Bequeath my former
Surrendered in sweet defeat
Hand the knife with handle first
I am but a blade in shallow grass
Among the many
I am in love with you
So blissful
For now I have yet another reason
For which I must be strong
To live

He painted words

You speak in riddles and rhymes
Colorful explosions of words drifting out into oblivion
And on the odd occasion I truly understand you
Feel the depth of your words hit the corner
Of my heart and bounce out my chest
Did you say that to me?
I have to question
The perplexity of it all
To understand that maybe just maybe
An angel spoke through you and hit me like a truck
Trying to comprehend the very depths of life
The existence of those within our realm
And the interconnectedness of the unseen forces that link us
Is it you that occupies your mouth one hundred per cent of the time when at times it seems a message you hold is a key to what I’m sure I thought was deep within space my soul crying out to hear it
Yet not knowing what it is that I need to hear audibly
As if my soul were holding it’s breath in ache of a realization that only another can trigger
Shelter for the needy
Light for the lonely
Let sadness pass away into serenity
Peace upon our soul
Let there be no fear
To see the sun for the first time
He painted words continued……….

In new eyes equal to yours and theirs

Let the guide of a new day
Inspire your freedom from within
It’s not too late to turn you affections
From objects to truth
You know the truth
Within your very depth a whisper
How long will you ignore your heart?
How long will your ignore your reason
Be still
And know

And still I miss you

Like suffocation in the remembrance of air
I breathe
For what is the mountain?
Without the clouds to hold her
My heart beats as if it were stone
What is night without day forever at side but eternal darkness?

When the moon eclipses with the sun

When the moon eclipses with the sun
When fairy tales become anon
I will see you there
In twilight
Twisted dreams entwine as one
Strangers dance their own alone
Treasures of a day renewed in ever lasting light
The marriage of the day to night, two soul’s forever chasing time.

Nervousness

My Heart skipping like a fat elephant on a
flimsy
Stage

The evening settles in

Outside the box the wind blows in darkening skies
The stars shine alone tonight on the other side of the grey blanket of clouds.
The lights are on, it’s warm inside
No doubt someone is kissing another somewhere
No doubt some ones laughing in a field of corn
And here I am laying on my bed once more all cozy like a beached whale surrounded in pillow puffs
Someone’s probably watching their child die of starvation right at this very moment
My heart aches so hard for a society that believes it hasn’t contributed to such things
But it’s so far from me, I’m safe. Aren’t I lucky?

Lost it

I went to heaven
I went to hell
I went to the past
The future
And now
I looked behind the door,
The bottom of the glass
The fridge
I’ve searched and searched
And checked and looked
But I just can’t seem to find
The ‘point’ you said I was missing
Cherries

My best poetry never written
Stubbornly--you laugh
Well of course you would say that
But
The times,
Brief moments
Flashes of thoughts that leave a perfect cherry for that point in time alone.
Never to be remembered
Nor written
I thank you for the cherries

On depression

Oh what luck?
Another bloody day

Light on my face

If I am afraid to show the light on my face ------------ what am I?
Blindly follow the dreams to my goals
To own the aura of peace on my soul
To show who I am at oneness
With fear I tread to those not afraid to shine without hesitance create the dreams of visions
For what is life really?
To settle for existence
What is it for?
But wasted space
On borrowed land I tread lightly

Rehearsed speech

I thought I saw you today
Everything that I rehearsed that I would say just slipped away
My heart skipped a beat as it did every time I saw you
How could I have been such a fool?
When all I wanted to do
I mean
I just wanted to say
I just want to say
Everything I rehearsed I would say
But as usual
The moment just slipped away

Hey God

Hey god why didn’t you call me
I sat up all night waiting by the phone
I sent out an extra long prayer
Asking, no, begging you, to not leave me alone
But the moon has disappeared, gone with the night
No answer to my prayers
I read some where, by now I should have seen a light
It’s been two years now god
Two whole years and you haven’t come around
Did I tell you that I love you?
That I want you around
Did I tell you that I need you and the angel’s heavenly sound?
Did I tell you that I missed you?

The cool thing about poetry
Is you don’t necessarily have to make sense

Tumbling towers

You tore me down
Like tumbling towers
You came prepared, you brought the flowers
I’ll love you forever
From across the sky
I’ll blow a kiss from wherever I sleep
But I must do what I have to do
Life is a precious thing to keep

War 1
Staring at my obligations through hardened scowling eyes
Bound by enforceable penalties inflicting conformity
The only thing worse than being trapped in a bubble
Is knowing it
Pessimists shooting opinions through the atmosphere like rocket launchers on a Sunday afternoon
Between cups of chamomile
Their aim….
To expand the spaces between my bubble and the next persons
I bet you you are nice
I bet if I held your hand looked into your eyes and kissed you
Our warring so called friends might just fade off into the distance
Cup my ears with your hands
Be lost a moment
The stupefying poser leaches have made us heavy
You’ve hurt your knee
Let me carry your babe for you
She said
I love the sunrise but I hate the morning

War 2
It’s a black and white situation with a splash of red on the horizon
It always has been
I disagree with you and I wipe out anything in-between
There are no shades of grey
No ifs, buts or maybes, no compromise. There has been no miscommunication.
I am right. You are wrong
And anything you say is a lie.

War 3
Don’t know what I’m thinking and doing half the time
Head feels like an empty blank hollow
Can’t concentrate
Start crying for no reason
Laugh hysterically for ages for no good reason
Terrible visions, dreams, blood is gushing, I’m hearing screams
Heart racing
Heavy chest
Heavy body
Feeling of being split down the middle
Sore, strained eyes
Weakness weak like I’m fading out half way across definition
Sanity what is it again I thought I knew the reason when I came
Can’t hold a conversation very well sometimes
If in doubt shoot it yeah
Flash backs on a nightmare someone else is living
I am blessed to be only a tourist on this night’s nightmare
Without approval

Loss of faith in abilities to create
Barren of hope
Struck down with lightening
I fear to emerge
Should I be faced with uncontrollable, delirious laughter and finger pointing
Look there she is the one the one that dared to speak
That said something once that was stupid yes remember?
Should I be faced with opposement
Drowned in reluctance
I stumble near to relinquished ability
Need of sun to light my way
I cower in darkness
Although I know my way by heart
I fear to leave this present site
Without the sun

An angel watches
Protects
Each fall so many times
In each mind different interpretations
Of a situation
Twirling, spinning, whirling
Confusion status
Connections a fragment of time and place
Moment after moment
Nothing ever the same
But good does come again and again
An angel watches

The wind hurls its abuse
The sea rages in its fury
The night devours the light
No stars shine this eve
Swallowed into blackness
Their presence lost to this night‘s eyes forever

Weighing up the choices

I begin the thought of which
Holding up the scales
Solitude and loneliness
Versus
Anxiety and tension
Happiness and retreat
If I could just see it first
It wouldn’t be so hard choosing

Simple

A simple wish a simple star granted in its bloom
Beyond the miles I have tread
Clouds have uncovered the moon
Now I walk in calmest light
Here I wish to stay
And ponder for a while
Live my life in happiness for yet another day

Holding it

Despondent peace and happiness entwined
The rollercoaster ache of ecstasy and pain that feels as though it were tears of blood cutting through my soul like jagged shards
Some how you think you can love beyond belief all you can
To fill a void you thought insignificant in comparison
Only to find it larger than life
To love, to give
Some how turns into a loss of a part of yourself, never to be regained
Some how packed secretly into the luggage of life’s passers-by
Such helplessness I feel
In the knowledge
That nothing is mine to hold forever
I finally understand what you said five years ago
Each passing day

Once words were said of ‘scent of us apart’
Now understood not just in mind
But now by heart
I feel the words and know their truth
Just in bud
The flower fresh with smell so sweet
It fills with sweetest cleansing
Words that I have spoken
Far from their worthy core
Dreaded words betray my heart
Worn words cannot portray the colors in all their rays of glory
I am far from here

A woman

Her eyes are the eyes of hope
Her love, blind and unconditional
She the faith of divine glory
To hear her is to hear a thousand angels sing
Her heart, a haven to any seeking refuge
The treasures of her soul could wrap the broken hearts of time
Mended gently with a kiss
She in her entirety, the jewel of creation
Woman, thy grace is immeasurable
Fly away
Fly away beautiful
Come get me soon when my work is done

And amazingly somehow

I learned to love myself
I felt it in the warm rain as I ran through the forest
I saw it in the sunrise on the most gorgeous horizon
I dreamt it as a child
The most heavenly place

Where my soul soared and my lovers wings were the softest blanket
Sweetest heaven I have known in stranger’s songs,
The sadness
I felt it behind his eyes, I know it, and I’ve been there too

A part of god

A shining part of god
You are the difference
The reason, the miracle
Jewel in the eye of the creator
Love
What more can be said on the subject that has not already been said
Blissful emotion
Sends the heart soaring so high so fast
One could dream away a lifetime lulling over its sweet caress before another word is written
Love, it is such mental unsoundness that interferes with even the straightest of paths
All the while I write I am pulled from this page into my hearts treasure trove of fondest memories. Love enlace me in your web. I would happily sit eternity in your presence.
Lost in time bedazzled by glittering moments that resemble what I can only describe as rays of starlight bursting from my chest. Pondering this taste of the heavens as only a true romanticist can.

Give me poetry

Above all else give me poetry

I beg of you, do not shake my faith in neatly packaged emotions
Expressed in the form of the only communication within my reach
Give me life
Above all else give me life
Cause my heart to sing for joy
Blind me of sorrow and want with love

Black widow

Tears of the black widow
She devours love she needs
Fill my cup she weeps
For it empties
And I know not why
My love I spoil
Tears of my own doing
I cannot help it she cries
Have mercy
She and I the same
Crave love hate love
I fill the cup she empties it
I am alas solo once more

Cotton wool baby

Walks in safety, ignorance and bliss
Calm hearted, sweet willed
No fears
No tears
Blind, deaf, no prejudice
Cotton wool baby
So there is
And flowers bloom
Radiating fragrance, vibrancy
Scenting magic into the air
And all that surrounds
Peace, generating compelling fragrances
That soar endlessly
The infinite thoughts that must be expressed and searched
The mind boggles
Racing illusions
Flashes of color
Inhale the thought
And feel its vision become part of whole
At oneness
Finally for now
Once my dreams were all I had to hold
Now I am free
Cotton wool baby continued………

I can finally see
That you and I are wrapped in time
Lying here next to you like a dream
It seems you are everything I need here in this world
I think that I have found all that I would see
Beyond my wildest dreams
I am a part of the light
In my heart beyond the outer sight
I am in love with you
Flame that burns within
Radiance there could be no-one else
In my heart in my life
The way we talk and walk
The way you look shining a smile that must have reached out from eternity to grab me for the best of reasons how can I ever thank you

Entered by Aleena La'ulu