And then… That which was is not and that which was not now was.

TRUTH

What can I say of truth? That it eluded me I could not grab hold!
I thought if I embraced her, she would do me wrong
I supposed if I lived by her what I wanted would be gone

Oh sure I’ll embrace her when she serves my needs
I will hold her when she is a last resort
I could not see her beauty; it was unseen to the eye
If I could not put my eye on it what good could it do me?

Truth has a different kind of beauty that I now see with my heart

I see with my good conscience I see with my soul.
In my spirit, I grabbed hold of truth in every way I knew
In casual words, in my relations with others, in view of myself
By doing what I honestly knew to be right, I fed her beauty to my soul and she healed me
Oh truth, you no longer elude me.

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2014

Cold falls.

Night secretly becomes.
My awareness falters,
I miss the mark.
The fire small now grows
I gaze with delight
Show me the moon kind gods of night
Reveal endless stars thou prophets of old
Enlightened men transformed, show me your magic!
The fire glows to my enchantment
Its aura brings a sensual peace
My essence changes to gold, I fly with dancing fire gods

The mark was missed but now I fly____________________

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(Warning this poem/story is rated “R” Adult content, sexual fantasy, sensual vampire-ism written in 2010)

Come let me show you a vision of pure ecstasy.

It is a story of passion and shocking truth.
I found myself in a tropical jungle.
In a fine bed warm and dry made of feather and twine.
I saw my lover coming toward me, as always his beauty aroused my desire.
He appeared as a fine strong Indian dark and gentle.
Abruptly before I knew what had happened he was warm inside me my body throbbed!
This is not the way of my familiar young Indian he is another soul!
I felt very good with him on top of my body.
I am beautiful and comely myself.
I allow him to take me in any way he pleases and it is good!

He thrusts, suddenly I feel him penetrate my neck with his teeth down to my jugular
As he drinks my blood, my head throbs in a strange way I feel all pressure and strain leave my body. He then speaks to me: “You are right I am not your lover I am Death himself and I await you. When we finally meet, I will make you feel like no other lover. I will relieve you of your heavy burdensome flesh. I am your ultimate mortal passion, your final excitement as a woman. I am the unexpected pleasure that you have longed for in your soul. Yes I am your servant my precious and I will take your body so your soul may soar! I await you not as a dark entity but as the release you yearn for my love come to me quickly that we may partake of your transience. Meet me in the jungle of your soul, wet with dewdrops and teaming with life and sound. Be my delight and I shall be yours. I am your instrument use me when He calls use me.”

Come let us look upon a vision of pure ecstasy. It is a story of passion and shocking truth. You have found yourself in a tropical jungle. In a fine bed warm and dry made of feather and twine. You see your lover come toward you, as always his beauty arouses your desire. He appears as a strong sumptuous Indian, dark and gentle. Abruptly before you know what is happening he is hot inside you, your body throbs! This is not the way of your familiar lover this is another soul! You feel very fine with him covering your body. You are beautiful and comely yourself. You allow him to take you in any way he pleases and it is good! While he thrusts below suddenly, you feel him penetrate your necks jugular with his sharp teeth! As he drinks of your blood your head throbs in a strange way. You feel all pressure and strain leave your body. He then speaks to you: “I am not your lover I am Death himself and I await you. When finally we meet I will make you feel like no other lover has no matter how strong your passionate memories are. I will relieve you of your heavy burdensome flesh. I will be your ultimate mortal passion. Your final excitement as a woman will be at my hand! I am the unexpected pleasure your soul has longed for. Yes I am your servant my precious and I will take your body so your heart may soar! I await you not as a dark entity but as the release you yearn for. My love come to me quickly that we may partake of your transience. Meet me in the jungle of your soul, wet with dewdrops and teaming with life and sound. Be my delighter and I shall be yours. I am your instrument use me when He calls use me.”

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February 2014, 27th.  The Dream Catcher

There’s a secret place in the color of day
where ancient sacred entities play
reveal your face oh blessed king
of light and color and dancing stream
my dreams and visions you catch in the night
how is it this day I see the sight
of the great illusive “dream catcher”

Before me

Photo of a real dream catcher spirit.

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Earth, gives and takes.

Sun presents water sparkling bubbles teasing air.

Thick green leaves give life.

Ant sharp sting strike back.

The desert dry hot barren it takes.

Do not test the desert father dear do not tempt snake rattles.

Fang shiny wet death realms unseen.

Earth, experience duality.

Today sacred Earth you are seen.
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Greatest Gifts

Tuesday, September 22, 2009 at 1:59am | Edit Note | Delete
THE GREATEST MOST PRECIOUS THINGS IN LIFE ARE GIFTS
WE THINK WE CAN AQUIRE THEM; TO OUR OWN DISMAY.
WHEN WE GIVE AWAY WHAT WE THINK WE NEED MOST
WE ARE FIT TO RECEIVE THE GREATEST GIFTS IN LIFE___________________

I THOUGHT HOPE WORKED FOR THE FUTURE
HOPE WORKS IN ME NOW AND KEEPS MY COMFORT.
IT ALLOWS ME TO ACCEPT SITUATIONS KNOWING GOD MAKES THINGS RIGHT

HOPE IS NOW_______________________

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