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Icarys -> RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? (6/11/2008 7:54:57 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: tsatske Spark of God Not until the Sun refuses You, Do I Refuse You. Not until the Son Rebukes You, Can I find fault. Not until the Father has cast you out, Can I Judge You. Until the Body proclaims You cut off, We are Kin. Until the Tao itself rejects You, We are Bond. Until the Master Turns His back to You, We are of one blood. As Long as the wind kisses your cheek, My desire will be the same. As Long as Fire can Warm You, You will have a home, in my heart. As long as Love Abides on Earth, It holds strong between us. I can not forget- You are the Face of God That's beautiful..care to share anymore? here's one more from me. Fly Home It's been way to long.. I've searched the heavens.. I've searched the earth and seas.. praying for the day of your rebirth.. with eyes closed I've heard.. the fluttering of your wings.. what does it mean to be free.. I've heard the whispers of your soul and they've given the answers to me.. i was so far far away it was hard.. hard to hear the beauty of your words.. but i know now what it all means.. you were my winged gift.. and you gave your wings to me..

SinLee -> RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? (6/11/2008 8:03:04 PM)
pleasures denied never touched your lips with mine but i know they are softer than the finest silk never tasted your tongue though i swear it is sweater than any flavor could match never looked into your eyes yet they command me through pictures already taken never felt your skin however it would warm my blood at the slightest touch never seen you unclothed the mere thought of your glorious nudity sends tremors through me never felt the strength of your arms though i know them to be the safest place never seen the splendor of your manhood yet i know its magnificence would make any woman fall prey to you never known your pain though i willto stand beside you through all of it never known the pleasure of your torture the luxury of which could never be measured in gold or diamonds never felt your lust rising my heart skips beats at a thought of you lusting after me as well never felt your love though i know it would cradle me as a child - keeping me safe for you and only you. Sinamynlee

ResidentSadist -> RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? (6/11/2008 8:08:58 PM)
I am… I'm a long awaited arrival I'm a doctor in despair I'm a dream come true I'm an apple for your blues I'm a slow ride on a long train I'm a lighting strike I'm a long needed caress I'm the sadist to give your pleasure a painful redress I'm a Master of all I see I'm a white knight in shiny armor I'm an old fashion dungeon keeper I'm a savior to set your soul free I'm a banquette for the hungry I'm a long cool drink for the thirsty I'm a comfort for your needs I'm a Band-Aid when you bleed I am dog in heat I am a genius when I think I live on the edge of the brink But don't fall 'cause that rush hurts more than you think I play with knives I cut my name in flesh I tug on your leash I play hard like a cat who can spare 9 lives I open up the forbidden doors I let out all the hidden fears I bind with real locks and chains I will put an end to the years of your emotional pain I am the man your mother warned you about I am the one to break your childhood promises I have the power to overcome your resistance I am the one to cure your ill remnants If you come along with me I will take you to a place you should see In this place the animals are free … 'cause the animals are me Kalon Eric - March 2001

Icarys -> RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? (6/11/2008 8:09:05 PM)
Thanks to everyone who has posted so far.i appreciate you taking the time.keep it coming.

Icarys -> RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? (6/11/2008 8:11:48 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: ResidentSadist I am… I'm a long awaited arrival I'm a doctor in despair I'm a dream come true I'm an apple for your blues I'm a slow ride on a long train I'm a lighting strike I'm a long needed caress I'm the sadist to give your pleasure a painful redress I'm a Master of all I see I'm a white knight in shiny armor I'm an old fashion dungeon keeper I'm a savior to set your soul free I'm a banquette for the hungry I'm a long cool drink for the thirsty I'm a comfort for your needs I'm a Band-Aid when you bleed I am dog in heat I am a genius when I think I live on the edge of the brink But don't fall 'cause that rush hurts more than you think I play with knives I cut my name in flesh I tug on your leash I play hard like a cat who can spare 9 lives I open up the forbidden doors I let out all the hidden fears I bind with real locks and chains I will put an end to the years of your emotional pain I am the man your mother warned you about I am the one to break your childhood promises I have the power to overcome your resistance I am the one to cure your ill remnants If you come along with me I will take you to a place you should see In this place the animals are free … 'cause the animals are me Kalon Eric - March 2001 That's a great one..lol

SinLee -> RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? (6/11/2008 8:12:48 PM)
Very pretty RS :) icarys, there's more of mine if you click on my website in my sig, i haven't uploaded them all yet, mostly cause i'm a lazyass :p

ResidentSadist -> RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? (6/11/2008 8:24:51 PM)
I see old poetry went over well... here is another from same era ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Midnight Song A gentle sleep caresses my weary mind The midnight song plays out under the moon It floats along waiting for dreamers to find Melody in the essence and comfort in the tune In my dreams I am home again with the one I love I feel her in my sleep though she is gone But she returns upon that midnight song Like sweet comfort she will always be my home When love comes easy often passion runs amiss The path can be familiar and sensual And forbidden fruits taste better when sexual Sometimes it’s hard to sort the passion from the bliss Only when you are lonely and go to bed hungry Can you measure the essence of those you truly miss Look to your dreams to find who comes to comfort you Do you see me there… as I see you? There are so many to love in this life I often wonder how a heart can carry them all Like the journey of a river that forever flows to the sea I flow with passion’s course nourished by the love that does fit me In dreams I hear the calling Visits from lovers gone Come to me in the midnight song Kalon Eirc - March 2001

Icarys -> RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? (6/11/2008 8:27:47 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: ResidentSadist I see old poetry went over well... here is another from same era ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Midnight Song A gentle sleep caresses my weary mind The midnight song plays out under the moon It floats along waiting for dreamers to find Melody in the essence and comfort in the tune In my dreams I am home again with the one I love I feel her in my sleep though she is gone But she returns upon that midnight song Like sweet comfort she will always be my home When love comes easy often passion runs amiss The path can be familiar and sensual And forbidden fruits taste better when sexual Sometimes it’s hard to sort the passion from the bliss Only when you are lonely and go to bed hungry Can you measure the essence of those you truly miss Look to your dreams to find who comes to comfort you Do you see me there… as I see you? There are so many to love in this life I often wonder how a heart can carry them all Like the journey of a river that forever flows to the sea I flow with passion’s course nourished by the love that does fit me In dreams I hear the calling Visits from lovers gone Come to me in the midnight song Kalon Eirc - March 2001 Well done RS..very nice.

SinLee -> RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? (6/11/2008 8:34:07 PM)
My muse i know it’s not intentional, it wasn’t how it was meant to be i see you’re around and i smile because you just may speak to me the thoughts that were hazy all at once become clear because thoughts of you remind me that one day, you may be near you talk of nothings and everythings and and i realize that some moments i can’t even try to look away from your eyes you lift me up, my thoughts, my spirits, my mood you make me blush every single time you say something lewd your voice makes my pulse race as i imagine what else it may say your teasing me only makes me want more of you each day i sit there drifting off to sleep and you are last on my mind i wake and start looking, hoping your words i will find never hoping for something flowery, or sappy, per se just anything to let me know you thought about me that day oddly when i don’t find it, i don’t sit and dispair because there’s always tomorrow, and tomorrow you’ll be there these feelings course through me, like a flood of joy whether you come for me or not, i can’t even play coy you’re the reason that i wake right now, the reason to rise you’re the reason that i am still okay throught the days goodbyes you already know, i wish i could give more but can not but for what it’s worth, i’ll keep giving you these words i’ve got you are magic to me, you whom i call my muse i can only hope one day for me, you will find a use a reason such as mine, to bestow affection on me to decide to take me, and let me be forever free. Sinamynlee

Icarys -> RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? (6/11/2008 8:40:57 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: SinLee My muse i know it’s not intentional, it wasn’t how it was meant to be i see you’re around and i smile because you just may speak to me the thoughts that were hazy all at once become clear because thoughts of you remind me that one day, you may be near you talk of nothings and everythings and and i realize that some moments i can’t even try to look away from your eyes you lift me up, my thoughts, my spirits, my mood you make me blush every single time you say something lewd your voice makes my pulse race as i imagine what else it may say your teasing me only makes me want more of you each day i sit there drifting off to sleep and you are last on my mind i wake and start looking, hoping your words i will find never hoping for something flowery, or sappy, per se just anything to let me know you thought about me that day oddly when i don’t find it, i don’t sit and dispair because there’s always tomorrow, and tomorrow you’ll be there these feelings course through me, like a flood of joy whether you come for me or not, i can’t even play coy you’re the reason that i wake right now, the reason to rise you’re the reason that i am still okay throught the days goodbyes you already know, i wish i could give more but can not but for what it’s worth, i’ll keep giving you these words i’ve got you are magic to me, you whom i call my muse i can only hope one day for me, you will find a use a reason such as mine, to bestow affection on me to decide to take me, and let me be forever free. Sinamynlee Ty SinLee..nice website also.

GreedyTop -> RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? (6/11/2008 10:26:16 PM)
Touch me. Keep me from my fears. See me. Save me from being invisble. Kiss me. Let me feel alive. Leave me. Prove to me I'm right.

ResidentSadist -> RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? (6/11/2008 10:33:32 PM)
slave You came to me and gave yourself fully Passion and manners abound Serving up your heart and soul Presented in style with feline grace When greeting you with sweet flowers My gentleman’s welcome lost all restrain I felt your beckon call My bridled beast emerged … in moments the collar was placed I receive you as my property … you are mine I shall take you at my whim… over and over and over again And I took you fully, claiming first your respect, then passion and finally pain You claimed me too, carving forever a place you call your spot We captured an audience with our display We charmed our friends with our play We had become “we” from the start It was a ritual claim in record time A Master and his slave Just doing their parts Beyond my sense of duty Or even my aggressive instinct Out of love for you I wish to give you the parts of me you seek You make me feel alive You give me peace I know you I own you Kalon Eric - May 2002 Re: slave donna

SinLee -> RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? (6/11/2008 10:35:13 PM)
awww that one's sweet, sweetie

SinLee -> RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? (6/11/2008 10:38:29 PM)
used to fading from reality watching life pass by remember when... we used to go out we used to talk we used to make love i remember vividly nights at the bar in depth conversations unbridled passion i say i'm sorry "don't be" shouldn't i be? aren't you? Sinamynlee

Icarys -> RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? (6/12/2008 8:50:20 AM)
Great stuff..(all of it) i don't follow any traditional structure myself, just enjoy the feeling i get when i'm inspired at that moment to put my thoughts down..thanks for participating everyone..

parttimehotty -> RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? (6/12/2008 9:00:11 AM)
There was an old man from Nantucket......................[:D]

GreedyTop -> RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? (6/12/2008 9:02:24 AM)
I went outside of my usual places, and you were there. I went outside of my usual places, and you knew me. I went outside of my usual places, and you loved me. I went outside of my usual places, and I hated you Because you were outside of my usual places.

parttimehotty -> RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? (6/12/2008 9:05:32 AM)
Hey! Thought you went to the store!!!

GreedyTop -> RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? (6/12/2008 9:08:37 AM)
I'm back, DUH.. you sign off (can I say snort now?)

LDRandAstarte -> RE: Poetry..If that's what you'd call it..Care to share? (6/13/2008 11:13:40 AM)
Roses are red Violets are blue Some poems rhyme And some don't

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