Dominique, 21 march 2012
He is my
lover
So full
And yet
empty
A light upon
the shadows that surround me
We do not
touch
But the feelings
are there
He is my
love
No matter
the distance
I give him
my heart
When Apollo’s
around I miss his dearly
When I see
him slowly approach
I swell with
joy
He is my
heart
His gaze
upon me so sweetly given
I no longer feel
any fear of the dark
I walk
proudly knowing I am his
I know that
he is mine
The moon is
my lover
He will
light my darkened path
He will
protect me from demons at play
No matter
the distance
His beauty I
forever see
The moon is
my love
Even as the
sun comes to play
I day dream
of him
My heart
rejoices as dusk quickly falls
With loving
eyes I catch a glimpse
The moon is
my heart
As he
watches over me
I walk with
a clear mind
Always
knowing I will be safe
His light
showing the monsters that lurk
In this
world and in the next
We are
forever bound
His beauty
leading me to eternal bliss
My love for
thee that keeps him alive
Dominique, 21 march 2012
I tie toe in your footprints
Only wishing to become one
To touch your lingering hand
In this loving touch of sun
I urge you to pull me in your arms
Feel my thundering heart beat
Touch me with your gentle hands
From the tip of my nose to my feet
Allow me to show my feelings
I’ll show you them very well
You’ll love me more and more
As if from some witch’s spell
Let us come together
In natures loving embrace
We’ll preform our mother’s sweet dance
We’ll touch, and lick and taste
Let us show the sky
And the stars that lay beyond
A show that they can’t
deny
It will become our beautiful love song
Dominique, 21 march 2012
My thoughts
sacred
they are my own
My dreams
in Pandora’s Box
they are locked tightly
My secrets
they are hidden
never seeing the light of day
My body
it holds much
my essence
My soul
it is free
it is forever
My will
as hard as diamonds
an unbreakable shield
As much as I despise it so
things will change
I am unable to keep what is mine
My thoughts
shared
stolen
My dreams
set free
never found
My secrets
told
never kept
My body
bruised
broken
My soul
disappears
no more
My will
the precious stone breaks
the shield shatters
I am left with nothing more
Even the smallest object is not kept
We are run over by unfair judgment
We are slapped by words and lies
Not one is truthful
All we do is hide
Each wears a false mask,
behind it is fear
Fear of change
Fear of trust
Fear of love
Fear of lust
But these fears can be broken
It takes only one
One voice
One's choice
One's power
One's share
only one has to care
It will grow
Overflow
from tens
to hundreds
to thousands
the mask will be torn
never again worn
We will be free
Hopes on the scene
So is pride and joy
Now we will yell and shout
"We are free!"
Free from the chains of regret
Free from the binding of guilt
No more drowning in what-ifs
No more choking on might or maybes
"We are free!"
We fought back
"We are free!"
We had the strength
But really I'm only talking
That voice had not been heard
We are not really free
And why?
Because pleas fall on deaf ears
For now we only wait
That mask is still in place
One day that voice will come
And with it
Those precious jewels we have lost
Oh how nice it will be to be free
to be free
to be free!
Dominique, 21 march 2012
My beautiful, free butterfly
So glorious in natures embrace
Glistening wings against gentle winds
A wonderful sight in empty space
My precious, innocent butterfly
Dodging God’s sparkling tears
In the distance thunder roars
My dear can you not hear?
My fragile, sweet butterfly
Hide quickly from this brutal rain
Strong gales that mien and tear
I pray that you escape pain
My transparent, bloody butterfly
Please again flutter your golden wings
Do not follow the reapers shadow
So not listen to the angels sing
My quiet lovely butterfly
In this land you are dearly missed
Paradise will never be the same
But I pray you stay in eternal bliss
Dominique, 21 march 2012
Can we really see all that is before us,
Or just a blurry image of possible lies?
Can we feel what we want,
Or is our judgment too unclear?
Can we taste, hear, sense what is right there,
or is the devils mark obscuring our view?
We allow others to hide our sight slightly
Not seeing what we want
But what the world wants us to assume
Can we rid our self of these blind folds?
Can we as humans freely think?
No, it’s not possible
We all look at life through stained glass
A blurry image that only shows us little
A glass so fragile yet can cause us to doubt
Not all know how to look past it
And not all of us want out
To break the glass is to show the truth
A harsh reality one cannot handle
So many will stay not wanting to see past
This is our pelage looking at life through stained glass
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