Give me your golden heart
Give me your kindred spirit
Give me your bright light
Give me your forgiving soul
Give me your generosity
Give me your glass world
Give me your crying desert
Give me your precious wisdom
Give me your burning essence
Give me your tender heart beat
Give me your gentle words
Give me your beloved patience
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The serpentine somnambulence of fire,
like a drop of a dragon, encapsulated in
pine kindling and smoking oak, the stone
fireplace watches her as she poems ink,
birthing galaxies on old parchment, and
as the flames grow, she sees sentences
dancing in the gold and orange, alight
muses nine of Apollo, burning just for her.
Under a catastrophic star he stares into the abyss of the flames. Forgotten love hibernates within the charcoal as he gazes at her lost wick. Castles drift in his mind as he wishes the blaze never died out. She stands in front of the tangerine edges seeing her soul be reignited.
There are bonds of ashes that settle like
the dust of an old book with intaglios of
her former lover in the flames, immolated,
she was a witch on a pyre for him, he was
gasoline poured onto her bonfire, and now
all that is left are dead nebulae and ghosts
of “I do.” She arises a phoenix, only to see
him, in the space between shadows, a ghost.
There are screams within the chandelier dreams. There are fires within the light, there is a glimpse of light in the flames. No matter where he turns, no matter where she rises, there will always be a breeze of ink. Hearts need to bleed, veins need to cry, and pages never fade. The gust of memories will live forevermore.
Dances with Tricksters – Italics
Braeden Michaels – Non Italics
It was a pleasure to collaborate with Allie. Please check out her blog!
Never under estimate
the voltage of affection
Revitalized
Never fear the force
of precious sentiments
Rejuvenated
Never be afraid
of the overwhelming tears
Reborn
Never neglect the seeds
of devotion
Reinvigorated
Never ignore the moments
that you once embraced
Reclaim
Never give up on love
A thousand mile per hour shove
Galant jab to the head
Like a heavyweight boxer
A face plant with spit to the floor
Pummeled by deception
Belted by the winds of lust
Aggression rises like a wave
An undercut to the ribs
Bombarded with questions
Chopped down with a sharp ax
Blasted by the electric shock
Beaten by a power house
A crack with a whip
Bitten by her savage guts
Tossed around like a rag doll
A defense shattered from the word go
Dominated like a slave
Articulate and clever
Owned by a blood sucking wench
Standing before rules and regulations
Slowly out growing demands
Up against the tightrope
Released a blow to the throat
Standing against the walls of reality
No longer living in fear
Arms raised in victory
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She walked into the rhythm of the Unspoken dance
She walked into a breeze that illuminated her glow
She left California to feel another sun
She walked into a haze that became clear from her scars
She walked into the word loyalty and never looked back
She left happiness without a choice
She walked into the phrase Come here with a luscious smile
She walked into the candles of hope to give her a glimpse of her future
She left summer to stand in a chill
She walked into the morning rain without an umbrella to embrace the sensitivity
She walked into a pale sky seeking colors that would make her stronger
She left a chapter struggling to turn the pages still looking beautiful
It’s been a pleasure my love
It’s been a joy my sweet heart
You are my center
It’s been a delight my plum
It’s been wondrous my beloved
You are my rock
It’s been precious my sweet pea
It’s been a dreamscape my angel
You are my other half
It’s been enchanting my dear
It’s been a world of glee my light
You are my world
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Please
Be delicate if you hug her
Please
Be sincere if you say those three words
Please
Be gentle if you truly love her
Please
Be intuitive if you want to understand her
Please
Be everything to her if you want her
Constant waves of happiness
Soaring and gliding in silver air
A unspoken soft and gentle touch
Hot whispers dripping from
her sensitive earlobe
A tickling pleasure back and forth
Conversations lead to sweet love
Clothes thrown to the floor
A world of explorations
Appreciating the fondness
Capturing the endearments
Cuddling up to the closeness
Loyalty swarming with every thrust
I love you’s falling from the sky
Cherishing the unity
Madly in love with the rapture
Refusing to ever let go
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Lonely park benches
Seeking warmth and comfort
Posted in a local newspaper
Ice Cream shops fizzle
Wanted signs hung
“Lover of 101 flavors”
Acoustic guitars scream at
5am pleading for a
dreamy love song or lullaby
on Leaping Hearts Avenue
of Northern France
Moonlights reflect on the
crying and moaning ocean
“I’m just full of water but
empty on the inside”
Without a vein blood can’t
rush to the aching heart
I once knew serenity as I nibbled on your earlobe. I once knew the sounds of waterfalls as you inhaled my existence. I once stood behind the shadows of affection as you stumbled in silence. I once saw the tormented mist in your gut wrenching eyes. I once fell madly in love with your naval and collarbone. I once knew the honey oozing off your tongue. I once knew the lilacs and daises shining under our secret garden. I once knew the meaning of love when I saw you blush. I once cared for your everlasting lightning soul. I once saw you seeking truth in the gravel. I once fell in love with your fireworks. All I can see is your tormented mist in the dark where we use to be close.
I see paradise in your
endearing photograph
Can’t stop looking at you
I see utopia on your
alluring lipstick
Can’t stop looking at you
I see the garden of Eden
in your mystical eyes
Can’t stop looking at you
I see milk and honey
from head to toe
Can’t stop looking at you
I see perfection and
and everlasting desire for you
Never will I stop
looking at you
No verses can disguise
the barbwire truth
Furious on the inside
Depression settles like dust
A intact plan merges
Ignoring my needs
Methodical and analytical
Reread the chorus
Every day was an opportunity
you threw away to show me
Nothing will prepare you
for what I’m about to do….
She has eyes like the sunrise
and deep scabs like diamonds
She has darkness in her clouds
and she could see the light
She has everlasting dreams
and tenderness in her veins
She has discolored nightmares
and the blood drips from her wounds
She has beauty in her mind
and fears up on a shelf
She has loyalty in a grip
and dedication on her sleeve
She has a glass world of love
and sensitivity woven in her skin
She has purity in her voice
and gentleness in her spirit
Calmly
I wait for my empress
Delicately
I dwell in her vast ocean
Patiently
I embrace her awakened scars
Quietly
I salivate for her two words
Passionately
I wait for her wicked arrival
Faithfully
I cradle her butterfly skin
Sincerely
I welcome the grand gesture
Softly
I sit here waiting for her two words
Once upon a time,
I used to wish for a love like ours,
Once upon a time
I pondered that very phrase.
I sat under those bright stars beside you
and saw the words “forever” ring in my ears.
Or at least a love that the stars would forever engrave in themselves,
To be look upon with awe and wonder,
Questions of how did they over come the odds and make it to that kind of happiness,
A love worthy of songs and fairy tales and beauty,
As we gazed into each other’s eyes
I wanted to see a glimpse of happiness.
In my heart I could feel the world stop
but darling in my mind our lives continued.
But I’m starting to find that once upon a time only begin once,
The moment had scratches and it was no longer clear to me.
The only clarity I saw was that we should no longer stare in the fairy tale and stare into reality.
And everything that falls in between is up to chance.
Love is just not a word in a song, card, or in a poem.
Love isn’t just displayed in a movie scene or a play.
Love requires action, consistency, and a splash of romance.
So darling, I could be your perfect once upon a disaster,
Tangles in the highest tower laced with thorns and roses, tasted in the last bite of the poisoned apple,
Or….or we can work to create a new fairy tale.
Once I threw our written fairy tale in the trash can I grabbed a note pad.
I wrote 10 reasons why I am madly in love with you.
I wrote 10 reasons why I want to be with you.
I tore this sheet out of the notepad and placed it on the refrigerator.
Let the old stars die, fall with the hearts of those before us,
I don’t need a fairy tale nor a “Once Upon A Time” beginning.
Sweetheart, my love, I just need to be open, expressive, intuitive, caring, and considerate.
And lets give birth to a new galaxy full of stars that will shine and dazzle those who look up and wish a forever on once upon a time….
If I truly love you, every day that word “forever” will truly mean something.
Forever starts with my attitude, outlook, and the desire to show you how much you mean to me.
A Writer’s Soul – Non Italics
Overflowing Ink – Italics
I had done a collaboration with Kristen and it was quite fun! Kristen is a wonderful writer. Please check out her blog if you haven’t – you will read some great poetry!
“Unable to perceive the shape of you, I find you all around me. Your presence fills my eyes with your love. It humbles my heart, for you are everywhere.”
You are the Breath of Passion
The Embodiment of all my Heart beats for,
Longs for,
All this understanding
So unworthy of the least of You,
Can ever perceive.
You are the blood in my veins
Saliva drippings from the fire ooze magic
All this longwinded gust
Soar through every inch of
my glowing urges
Stars that span the ebon Nighttide,
Miracles of Light and Time
are mere phantoms,
shallow and hapless,
Unremembered figments of Yesterday
Compared to the Depth of my Love
I can see fragments of the twinkles
Sweat pouring from the golden heavens
Caught in a whirlwind of passion
Your moans are magnetizing
Never ending cravings
Watching you grip the sheets, sigh
All that Speaks of mystery
All that Whispers portentous enigmas
All the Hums with the Vibrancy of Forever
Are Fading shadows,
Dim and Meaningless
Compared to the Depth of my Passion
Caution tape ripped
Entering euphoria without bounds
Slippery and yet rough edges
Lip biting memories etched
Nonexistent tenderness
Unleashed saturations
How I Sigh in your Sweet Embrace!
How my skin yearns for the Touch of Your hands,
How these lips long to be Kissed by Yours,
How I have waited,
Breathless, Trapped, Longing
For Your Sweet Honeyed Love!
A bellow of raw words
Intoxicating oceans
Commanding you to vulnerability
Taste the lava, taste the lava
Overwhelming fervor
Yearning for more
This was a joy to collaborate with Morgan!
Braeden – Italics
Morgan – Non
Cynthia A. Morgan is an award-winning author & blogger; columnist for the national publication Fresh LifeStyle Magazine; and member of the Poetry Society of America and Artists for Peace. Creator of the Epic YA Fantasy Dark Fey Trilogy, Morgan’s powerful story relates how the power of Hope, Acceptance and Forgiveness can change the world when Positive Action is taken to create change. The only way to achieve Peace is to become Peace.
Morgan is also the author of the popular blog Booknvolume where her over 17K followers are regularly treated to Morgan’s own brand of poetry, English Sonnets, musings about life, personal recipes, photography, book reviews and more.
Eyes filled of ocean blue
A smile that turns me into mush
Unexplainable amounts of love
Precious and adorable
Billion dollar laughter
In awe of his presence
A curious personality
Blessed and lucky on the inside
On the outside of the glass
Aphorisms ringing like a bell
Insensitivity weaves a cobweb
Vulnerability trapped in a
medical syringe
Harshness spoken with a sterile
and violent tongue
Commanding and demanding
Blatant and in bright lights
Waterworks flowing like a creek
Hearts awaken and cringe
An awkward silence creeps
Hoping love seeps through the cracks
seeking a mysterious ocean
Trembling locked lips
underneath the flashing red light
Caution tape torn between
Wicked Lust Lane and Insatiable road
Full force of ripped love
Entangled speeding tickets
Stilettos bright as fire engine red
walking Romeo’s Kiss Boulevard
Seeking infatuation and
burning sensations among the chatter
Sirens storming in the air
Exploring hands twisting
Passing every stop sign
down this riveting and passionate road
Stale chips
fallen on a checkered pattern
linoleum floor
Empty pizza boxes
stacked on a granite
counter top
Blaring from the speakers
Duran Duran’s Greatest Hits
Reminiscing of old times
Lost arguments boil
to the rim and simmer down
Recognizing friendships
are made to last unlike
marriages and cars
Green pastures and mountain
eagle like views overtake
your narrow perception
on Coach Road in
the quiet town of 4000 humans
Only the stars become thick
and the air is gold in
the heart of Northern Ireland
Storm of Ink 