sundance

I wish to stay drenched
forever
in those soul-reaching
sterling grey eyes

not moving a muscle
nor breathing just savouring
Looking at your beautiful face

Until now I thought you were only a poem,

I say, a poem I wanted to show everyone...
and I laugh and fall dreaming again

of the desire to show you to everyone I love,

to move openly together

I touch you knowing we weren’t born tomorrow,

and somehow, each of us will help the other live,

I’d call it love if love
didn’t take so many years

but lust too is a jewel
a sweet flower and what

pure happiness to know


Should I simplify my life for you?

Don’t ask me how it all began 

Your hands, precisely equal to my own
in my hands you can place
all your trust in the world . . .

This is the place.
And I am here, 

We circle silently
about the wreck

we dive into the hold.

I am he: and he is I

Everyone is in deep slumber.
Us turning in turn like planets

rotating in their midnight meadow
A word of touch is enough to let you know

You are not alone in the universe,
even in sleep.

Whatever happens with us,

your body and soul will haunt mine…

…

Your traveled, generous thighs

between which my whole face rests

the innocence and wisdom of the place
my tongue has found a place
to live,
your touch on me, firm, protective,
searching 
me out, reaching where

I had been waiting for you for years 

What ever happens, this is.

Would you believe me I had you
on my mind every second today

I always crave to sit on the beach
right next to you, yet so terrified of your reply.
I don't know the path you will choose
either way it's all ok, just wanted to send this message
in a bottle and now going to hide back in my crab hole

www.sundance.tv...



And a song

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a reply to: realnewsrealfunny

Thanks for the poem!

Here is a box with confect for you. Pick some, if you like. Or pick them all, if you can.


Aspects of the Divine (LOVE):

(The order in which they appear has no meaning)

1. Humor
2. Integrity
3. Dignity
4. Honesty
5. Kindness
6. Tenderness
7. Courage
8. Wisdom
9. Compassion
10. Willpower
11. Creativity
12. Devotion (Bhakti – devotion for the Divine most High)
13. Feeling
14. Faith
15. Hope
16. Intelligence
17. Humbleness
18. Consideration
19. Genuineness
20. Passion (for Truth)
21. Sacrifice
22. Enthusiasm
23. Sobriety
24. Ecstasy capability
25. Attentiveness
26. Respectability
27. Care
28. Beauty
29. Goodness
30. Power
31. Joy
32. Serenity
33. Fearlessness
34. Righteousness
35. Strength
36. Sensibility
37. Perfection
38. Justice
39. Contentment
40. Style
41. Patience
42. Grace
43. Peacefullness
44. Endurance
45. Forgivness
46. Fighting spirit
47. Authority
48. One HAND clapping

I do read your poems I always had a wondered .. Where does the religious theme of your writing stem from (too tired to try to word this properly)

(Another writer on the site always mentions "the Old man" curious about that too )

To your post: Divine Love or Love did both sorry

Not to be default just to be difficult but I would say

Aspect of Divine Love:

I would imagine that everything you have listed and every other possible one there is

My one and only aspect(?) of Love for the Devine:

Unconditional love.. I couldn't possibly describe it (to be difficult: I would always have it regardless of what aspects(?) Divine has of me)

My love for humanity: remaining (not oblivious) but non judgmental

My love for human that I would reciprocate : trust and aspect(?) of the person 1.non egoistic 2.appreciation (basically giving a f*) 3.confidence 4.loving humour


Thank you so much for your reply it's a really thoughtful/intriguing one..

what is your answer ? (no need to answer anything either )

Good nigh/day

Complete and utter beauty. Thank for this thread.

I found my strength,
imagine that in one breath
you can drift out of yourself
Float off through the night
I want to see all your desires

The beautiful feeling of being
unrestrained by your skin
To look upon the face
you can not replace

We dissolve in the city night
under the street lights
In warm droplets of the rain
I am spinning around you

No matter how hard they stare,
they cannot see us or feel us
We have our own world where
right now the seasons change

Snowflakes sparkly, glorious,
Each one unique last of their kind
Falling softly on my tounge.
The beautiful spring came

Nature resumes her loveliness,
our souls can finally revive
The white snow started melting away,
slowly exposing the forest floor

Ice glaziers vaporised into the clouds
You could see the deep valleys
and the mountains.

The wind loved to play
with the frozen hard pines
sliding through the land in south
Spring went carrying on
through low lands and high lands,
aiming North.

Melting snow carries off all the left layers
until everything was swept clean revealing nature
Spring finally found herself near the oak tree

Bringing a degree of heat, giving a way to the sun
that gently started warming all the roots,
trunks and the forest crown

You could undeniably feel the rays
hitting all the curves of your skin
The Celsius number started to gain
volumes rising towards the sky

The creeks and brooks began to swell,
the snow finally gone,
melting all the ice hard brittle molecules,

From the deep soil and natural wells
nutrients started pouring into the little creeks
bulging into violent streams,

Unstoppable, tumbling, and roaring down waves,
escalating force turned into mighty rivers
joining poring through directly into delta's mouth.

I think I will make this thread into my diary

Yesterday in my 25 min walk home from work.. it felt like someone has created this magical world around me.. I can't believe what I saw !!! all of this !!! I couldn't believe my eyes I've never seen anything like it before (not so vivid and not all at once anyway)

When we were we,
with you is the only place
I wanted to be.
When we were
just two separate souls,
I used to dream of a place
where we'd come together as one
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your mind's longing.
Don't you want to surrender
your mind and space to me
I am only mousing
over your next move,
I want to trace my breath to you,
Play with your edges,
you come to know mine.
Sink in the depths of you..

My favorite

The Sweethearts;or,The Top and the Ball
A translation of Hans Christian Andersen's

A top and a ball were lying together in a drawer among a lot of other toys.
The top said to the ball,
"Since we live in the same drawer, we ought to be sweethearts."
But the ball, which was covered with a morocco leather, and thought as much of itself as any fine lady, would not even answer such a proposal.
The next day the little boy to whom the top belonged took it out, painted it red and yellow, and drove a brass nail into it; so that the top looked very elegant when it was spinning around.
"Look at me!" it said to the ball.
"What do you think? Shall we be sweethearts now?
We are just made for each other!
You bounce and I dance.
None could be happier than we two."
"That's what you think!" said the ball.
"You evidently don't realize that my father and my mother were a pair of morocco slippers, and that I have a cork in my body!"
"Yes, but I am made of mahogany!" said the top.
"The mayor himself turned me on his own lathe and had a lot of fun doing it."
"Am I supposed to believe that?" said the ball.
"May I never be whipped again if I'm lying!" answered the top.
"You speak very well for yourself, but I'm afraid it's impossible.
I'm almost engaged to a swallow.
Whenever I bounce up in the air, it puts its head out of its nest and says, 'Will you be mine? Will you be mine?'
And to myself I've always said 'Yes.'
But I promise I shall never forget you."
"That will do me a lot of good," said the top, and that ended their conversation right then and there!
The next day the ball was taken out, and the top saw her flying high up into the air, just like a bird; so high that you could hardly see her.
And every time she came back, she bounced up again, as soon as she touched the ground.
That was either because she was longing for the swallow or because she had cork in her body.
At the ninth bounce the ball disappeared; the boy looked and looked, but it was gone.
The top sighed;
"I know where she is: she's in the swallow's nest and has married the swallow."
The more the top thought of this, the more infatuated he became with the ball. Just because he couldn't have her, his love for her increased, but, alas! she was in love with somebody else. The top danced and spun, and in his thoughts the ball became more and more beautiful.
Many years went by - it was now an old love affair.
The top was no longer young.
But one day he was gilded all over; never had he looked so beautiful. He was now a golden top, and he leaped and spun till he hummed. This certainly was something.
But suddenly he jumped too high, and disappeared!
They looked and looked, even down in the cellar, but he was not to be found.
Where was he? He had jumped into the dustbin, where all sorts of rubbish was lying-old cabbage stalks, dust, dirt, and gravel that had fallen down through the gutter.
"What a place to land in! Here my gilding will soon disappear.
And what kind of riffraff am I with?" he mumbled, as he glared at a long, scrawny-looking cabbage stalk and at a strange round thing that looked like an apple.
But it wasn't an apple-it was an old ball that for years had been lying in the roof gutter and was soaked through with water.
"Thank goodness! At last I have an equal to talk to!" said the ball, looking at the golden top.
"I want you to know that I am made of morocco leather, sewn by maiden hands, and that I have a cork in my body; but no one will think so now! I almost married a swallow, but I landed in the roof gutter instead, and there I have been for the last five years, soaked!
That's a long time, believe me, for a young lady."
But the top said nothing.
He thought of his old sweetheart, and the more he listened, the more certain he felt it was she.
Just then the housemaid came to throw some rubbish in the dustbin.
"Why," she cried, "here's the golden top!"
And the top was carried back into the living room and admired by everybody.
But the ball was never heard of again.
The top never spoke a word about his old sweetheart, for love vanishes when one's sweetheart has been soaking in a roof gutter for five years. Yes, you don't even recognize her when you meet her in a dustbin.

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a reply to: realnewsrealfunny

Like lullabies you are on my mind.
I see you in all the pieces in my life.

I want to take you away with me,
Bring all your dreams and fears

I want to start again with you,
Leave all your worries here.

I want only you.
I know that you feel me too

Here I stand clear as a day
To something lawless
Am I humble, am I ghost?

I was a mist yearning and exhaling
then your breath caught me
and I lingered in your chest.

This will only go one way,
I won't take a word of compromise
You really see nothing of this girl ?

Capable of housing all your prayers
they flicker inside me like a candle light
Stop and surrender in this flame of life

You aren't mine,
You are my first love.

There was a short poem somewhere here with a line of words that struck me hard
That one line on white letters on a grey background stood out unlike anything else

The words got me each moment I wanted to smash down the walls of those halls
For some reason those words were more powerful then I could ever dare to concure
They wrapped me in chains and held me down so easily as the wind wraps around a tree
The more I tried to break free the tighter they engraved the more brutal resisting became

The strangest moment was when I no longer had the strenght to fight
Yet somehow in that ultimate moment of defeat
I found myself in a state I can only compare to the eye of a tornado
Silent.. Still.. It was only then I thought I understood their purpose

The line read:

Are you really that insecure
about everything I do ?

I found myself Secretly wishing they were addressed to me

a reply to: realnewsrealfunny

www.youtube.com...

Yesterday .... Trendy Coffee

"Concrete Angel"
(feat. Christina Novelli)

Let me breath you in
And breath the words in your mouth
Inside your shivering, the silence shouts so loud
I just want to, I just want to stay around
And while my heart beats I promise I won't let you down.

If I'm somewhere else it doesn't mean that I don't see
That you don't trust yourself, that's why you don't trust me
It makes me crazy, when you're crazy, you don't speak
You think you know me, but what you know is just skin deep.

If you keep building these walls
Brick by brick towers so tall
Soon I won't see you at all
Till the concrete angel falls
I knew who you were from the start
But now I don't know who you are
Soon there will be nothing at all
Till the concrete angel falls.

a reply to: realnewsrealfunny

a reply to: realnewsrealfunny

from todays thread

IDINA MENZEL LYRICS

Play the Idina Menzel Quiz
"Let It Go"

The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation,
And it looks like I'm the queen.

The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried!

Don't let them in, don't let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know
Well, now they know!

Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door!

I don't care
What they're going to say
Let the storm rage on,
The cold never bothered me anyway!

It's funny how some distance
Makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me
Can't get to me at all!

It's time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
No right, no wrong, no rules for me I'm free!

Let it go, let it go
I am one with the wind and sky
Let it go, let it go
You'll never see me cry!

Here I stand
And here I'll stay
Let the storm rage on!

My power flurries through the air into the ground
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around
And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast
I'm never going back,
The past is in the past!

Let it go, let it go
And I'll rise like the break of dawn
Let it go, let it go
That perfect girl is gone!

Here I stand
In the light of day
Let the storm rage on,
The cold never bothered me anyway!




(real picture from our bushfires)

a reply to: realnewsrealfunny

Who am I?

a reply to: Willingly

Is that baby you ?

a reply to: realnewsrealfunny
Not sure what to say that wouldn't be inadequate so...

how about a
and a

perhaps a

Lovely thread!

originally posted by: TNMockingbird
a reply to: realnewsrealfunny
Not sure what to say that wouldn't be inadequate so...

how about a

and a

perhaps a

Lovely thread!

I was just thinking about you.. reminded me of you but i didnt want to post it (body art) I wouldnt normally but i like the picture