Monthly Archives: January 2014

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When I Close My Eyes

A thousand times or more I have closed my eyes
and felt your lips on mine
softly brushing, parting, tasting
probing, merging.

A thousand times or more I have lifted my arms
to encircle and embrace your welcoming body
and thrilled to your gentle caresses
stroking, kneading, exploring, finding.

A thousand times or more I have taken you into my mouth
and made exquisite love to you
with lips and tongue –
sucking, tasting, savoring.

A thousand times or more I have opened to your
hard and forceful thrust
bordering on ecstasy with each movement
striving, surrendering,  flying.

Wanting every inch of you
Dying to ride you into oblivion
to feel you fill me completely
while we soar to heights unimagined.

(c) 2014 The Spirit of the Goddess

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The Battlefield

The battlefield exists in my head.
The combatants are regrouping,
re-arming for their next attack.
The home team takes comfort in what they can see;
the logical progression of familiar scenes
narrated in crisp tones with familiar dialogue
while the visitors nod with knowing smirks
And behind the scenes a chorus of naiads
suggest other worlds in their songs

If you choose to listen to this seductive siren
Be prepared for swift ascent to a world of ephemeral ecstasy
and a precipitous plunge to despair,
so my Head coach cautions.
The sirens sing not only for you
They sing for whoever is fool enough to listen to their melodies
And often their sweet harmony will take you down unintended paths
Betraying your trust for their own gratification.

The battlefield languishes
The combatants bide their time
When hope is at its highest,
when I start to utter victorious words,
they will once again take their places
brandish their cruel weapons
camouflaged in beguiling images
destroying certainty,  confounding rational thought.

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You Are Gone

You are gone

I search
even knowing the outcome
you aren’t there.
The pain engulfs me –
ever sharper
So why do I search?

I can hardly string  words together
A disoriented soul
spawns a disorganized mind
Disbelieving
Unaccepting
Pleading to whatever god will listen.

You are still so much to me
more than the sum of your numerous alluring traits.
Always seductive, thought-provoking, stimulating.
and drawing out an other self
not known before
unable to be fully realized.

I was never more invincible
Than after contact with you – no matter how brief
Flirtatious, teasing, taunting
Tempting…. tormenting
You sent me into the clouds where
I lingered, floated and dreamed.

but you are gone…

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I Want To Write Comedy

I want to write comedy
My drama queen is near used up
Fresh out of tears
Shirking the heavy cloak
That weighs down my beat up spirit
Seeking a lighter space
A place of gladness in my soul
A spot of sunshine in the garden.

I want to make people laugh
Not to despair for me
To welcome back my steady smile
Anticipate good news
Remembering punch  lines
Delivered with clever timing
Reach out open arms
And draw in this world of beauty.
 

All the tools I need
Are lined up willing ready
Love of family and friends
Treasured memories never to be lost
Hoarding my health for richness of years to come
Generous with caring and love
Wisdom of years past
Still a work in progress.

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A Now a Musical Break – Sit back and relax

A couple of years ago I selected several of my original photos and set them to the music of Diana Krall….The Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

I hope you enjoy both the music and my photos.
This was the first and only one I’ve put together. I’m waiting for the right inspiration to do another.