I'm in agreement Ilia! A lovely selection of poems PITA B! I especially like the Knight of Illusion one, unchain what binds you to who you are not appeals to my sense of becoming who you truly are.
I really like your current Proust avvie too PITA B!
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Holy plasma balls ~ Blake the Master Sorcerer ~ Magic in his hands
The white knight is not always white. He is bruised and bettered and bloody For it was he that fought the fight- And once the days are done and all the wars are won, He will clean himself proper and fit And ride the damsel ride He will look long and wide Till he finds his love abide, someday Only then will he have found his way- He would try to forget the murders he would fight Each and every night, and the thought he killed some mothers son and how they would fight. But he was the greatest there ever was to be But the last White Knight never found his tranquility. It just wasn't meant to be.
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Every time you don't follow your inner guidance, you feel a loss of energy, loss of power, a sense of spiritual deadness. ~~~~Shakti Gawain~~~~
~ I hear every word you tell, to the dying hope inside. You think you'll become less beautiful, before time steals your chance? Lady, you will not miss. My darling, by these words, allow me this dance. ~ Woven in honesty, Maybe you reflect what I contain? Innermost fantasy, envision as necessary, a night desired in passion.
Sweet angel, raise your tempting lashes toward my soul. Chills from unknown emotions profoundly tell me so. ~ You scream from a mountain so loudly I am shaken. You swim in the pools of crystal and blue, your glistening release. I want, that I shall feel your waves splashing my face, refreshing me complete. Still, by your deep groaning cry of desolate isolation, What you say to my spirit commands my most focused concentration. ~ Spread your arms, as wings toward the wind. Imagine how I want to lift you away. Unchain what binds you to who you are not. Fall into my embrace. I will ease away the pain from your wondrous face ~ The sun brings up your charm today. The smell of crisp sanity in your fountain. You watch as blooms come alive in your garden hideaway. Summer rain mists down on your newborn passion. The man waits for you by the edge of the stream. The knight of Illusion, Captures you, it is no dream.
-- Edited by PITA B at 18:24, 2008-12-07
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Every time you don't follow your inner guidance, you feel a loss of energy, loss of power, a sense of spiritual deadness. ~~~~Shakti Gawain~~~~