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Comment by Jack Seawolfe on September 25, 2009 at 8:45pm

As I walk the night, the moon half full, the air is damp and a soft wind blows. I think of many times that I am called to its darkness. It is like a cape to be put on. We open up, touched deep within. At times alone but for the Earth and the sky, and other time dancing to the drum around the fire. So it is our time this night with the moon half full, its energy growing within as it does without.

Comment by Debra Donatto on June 14, 2009 at 7:17pm

All I have is taken
Bound to the pyre of their desire
A bonfire of rage and fear
As they stand laughing.

In defiance, I remain staring strongly.
Their cruelty cannot dampen
What blazes deep within
And as the panicked pulse
Consumes their feable minds
They give life to the flame.

Praise God! They bleat
As lost sheep desparately
Aligning in darkness,
While the golden reflection dances
Across their savage faces.

Praise God! Their over holy
Pleas rejoice their destruction.
Their weakness disgusts me
As I watch them cling to their fear-
And their loving God grows cold.

Zen meditations dissolve
With my charring flesh,
And I am left vaccant
As bitter resentment fills
Invading my anquished passions.

What evil wrought this karmic plan?
What lesson? What lesson?
And for whom?
My paradise - now pangs of shame -
As I look into their faces
And know we are one.

Their Father's golden warmth
Touches life entirely
He takes me up in dance and song
As I long to soar away
Unfold my wings and fly
With graceful pride....

Yet, now I desire the deep security
Of Mother's arms
Wrapping me breathless forever
In her dark embrace.

William Shakespear wrote:
"The Heretic is he who lights the fire,
Not she who burns in it."

For those who have died needlessly for our fears, may they not be forgotten. May we take the light and life they gave into the future of the world we all share. Where there is intolerance, prejudice, or discrimination we are all affected.

They burned us once, but "Never Again."

Comment by michelle sullivan on February 20, 2009 at 4:52pm

when the time is right come to my alter late at night as a princess pure in heart sing un to me my songs encribed upon my tempel walls
Conscrate your jewels unto me offer precious perfumes to me
say unto me your name that only I know then you may ware my red ribbon a round your waist

Comment by Lady Bleu on February 6, 2009 at 12:07pm

I would like feedback on my writing. Thanks!

Comment by Lady Bleu on February 2, 2009 at 1:31pm

Deborah, When something comes to me in the form of ideas and I try to write I understand what you mean when it feels forces. So what I do is write the ideas or parts of the poem without trying to make it come together. Later on it will click and you will get the rest. Hope this helps. I have a separate notebook for this so I don't go looking for pieces of paper all over the place. That used to aggravate me to no end. (Cause I couldn't find them when I needed them)

Comment by Deborah on February 2, 2009 at 11:38am

I didn't know to protect what you write you need to put a (c) with it. Well, I wrote what I posted myself , if that helps any, blessings to all and thanks for reading, Deb

Comment by Deborah on February 2, 2009 at 11:35am

In the shadows,what
do I see waiting for me,
Nothing..it's just the darkness
watching me.
In the shadows, what do I feel,
Nothing.. it's just the darkness
watching me.
In the shadows what do I see,
Nothing, it's just me....
I am the darkness waiting for me,
I am the darkness that I feel...coming for me.

I want to write, I love to write but it seems to me that it feels forced sometimes. How do I get past this, any ideas??

Comment by sweetstormy on January 13, 2009 at 9:39pm

hope I am submitting this right. all comments welcome

Long Past Midnight
The mist of passion swirl slowly
Merging your body and soul
Turning the mist into flames
That lick softly around your lips
caressing your spirit
Turning you into a molten river of heat
Hating and loving you for doing this to me
Long past midnight you are gone
pk (c) 2008

Comment by stonewolf on September 27, 2008 at 4:56am

YOU MAY ADD SHORT STORIES AS WELL

Comment by stonewolf on September 27, 2008 at 4:55am

YOU'RE WELCOME CHERISE ,OLD POETRY WILL DO FINE

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