Wednesday, January 28, 2015

The Loss of Dreams....


This is a piece on a fallen fairy why and how she fell. Her job to spin dreams of many colours to place them on the eyelids of man.

Lost..

Through the forest
She wandered
Lost
Not knowing where to go

No sound penetrated the
Darkness
Even the wind was still

A whimper escaped her
Lips so blue
Whilst all around
The silence grew

Pictures of the mind

A fairy world
She came from
Translucent blue and grey
With magic
Always being
The order of the day

Celestial skies
Deep green meadows framed
Where lambs played and gambolled
And shone the sun so brightly
Even when it rained

For this was an enchanted place
Where dreams were spun
In golden threads
Before lighting on the sight of men
Placing pictures in their minds

Emerging

From many levels they did come
High and low
Far and wide
All varied energies emerging
Into great swoops
Pictures of every shade and colour

Intermingled so they were
As ribbons caught and sewn
Together
In variegated bands
Each serving its purpose
As illusions often do

Knowing Inside

Some to cloud the thoughts of man
Some to disturb
These were dark in colour
Red, black, dark blue
Colours true they were
For deeds they had to do

Yet ones of lilac, pink and white
Would light upon man's eyelids
And bring forth much delight
A smile upon their lips would form
Whilst deep in sleep they lay
For knowingness inside them
Still took place

Doing...

And she herself
Her body light as down
Transparent wings
Carrying her
Far and wide
Doing the work
She had come to do

Now for eons
With others of her ilk
They played their game
And plied their trade
Of night filled dreams
To all who fell asleep

Losing herself..


It mattered not
To them
These bringers of fantasy
And the like
Their job it was to do

But how could she
Who knew so well
The dreams of man
Beguiled now
Herself too
For temptation takes on
Many guises

She followed thus
A bronzed youth
His golden curls
And deep green eyes
His body beautiful
And strong
Pulled her to him

Without thought of
All she left behind
She followed him

Erotic love it had become
Her body lithe
Lifting to him
And he in glory
And being man
Took her

And thus she lost
Her fairy ways
Her lips turned blue
As she became
A human maid

Now wanders she
In forest dark
Not knowing where
Or how to find
Her way back home
and so it is......

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Love...The Strongest Link of All


On one of my recent pages a very lovely lady wrote..." thank you for the reminders, the remembering, and the rejoicing" so this is about that and more...do enjoy...

Remember

Remember me this day
And if you may
Rejoice
No separation can there be
When hearts together come
Loving made manifest
Then carries on
Like ripples of a stream
Moving slowly yet so strong
Bringing newness
Joy to everyone

Greatest Gift

A time to rejoice
You and me
We share our hearts so lovingly
The greatest gift that we can see
Knowing you
Knowing me

Reflections of a different kind
When into other's eyes we gaze
Seeing beyond physicality
Seeing soul shine

Reflections

Mirrors reflecting endlessly
That Which Is
A certainty
Given us long long ago

Carried on through lifetimes
We have spent
Sometimes together
Sometimes apart
Yet on and on
The skein of beingness doth flow

Now time it is to know
The vastness of eternity
Flowing from a mighty source
Realms of light beyond recall
Transcending these for all to do

The train..

Along the tracks a train doth chuff
Hedgerows on either side
White flowers peeping through
Air is pure and fresh to breath
Sky so blue

Children run from everywhere
To gaze at such a sight
They know the train has come for them
To take them all back home

Messages arrived at every door
Born by birds so white
On window panes they pecked away
Till opened up they were

Little hands held out
Waiting to receive
The summons there contained

At night in dreams they had been told
The visitors would come
Telling them where they should go
Which carriage was for them

Wheel of Fate


Parents weep
Their children gone
No power can separate
For love the strongest link of all

One day again they will meet
In other lands
At other times
So perfect is the will of Him
Spinning eternity
Wheel of Fate

and so it is

Through Gates of Heaven...Angels at the Gate


cnwriter..carolinaStarred PageBy cnwriter..carolina, \To enter through the Gates of Heaven one must pass the angels with fiery swords who stand as guardians...one cannot take hatred or darkness there...it is not allowed... entrance will be barred....

Angel at the Gate

A magical land awaits it does
For those who walk the path of love
For some a marvellous journey starts
Not for all

Darkness not allowed
Those who carry such
Find the gateway shut
Angels at the gate
With fiery swords

Loving is the only key
That opens up the gate
Transcending other stuff
Rising high above

Enlightenment

Guardians they are
Not allowing fear or hate
Nor any other malignancy
To enter in
Behind the gates Light doth shine
Emanating from heart of God
Enlightenment supreme
Will be your gift to share

Words not always needed there
Love shining from your eyes
If you transgress forgive yourself
That is what matters most

Balm of Gilead

Those there will be
Not understand
Prefer they to fight and scream
Hearts theirs need repairing do
Balm of Gilead placed with them

A narrow path it is to walk
Where stumbling can hurt you so
Obstacles placed in your way
To stop your progress into God

Yet all you need is to transcend
High above actions and words
Others perpetrate
Attempts to make you fall

Alpha Omega


Today as every day
Light of Christ shines on you
Your Consciousness of Christ within
Bringing awareness of your true self

A movement of spiritual inner awareness be
You then become the promised One
The Messiah
Alpha Omega
Everlasting One

As you already are


and so it is

Myths of Greece and Rome and Now.....


Just as in days of yore when Helios rode across the firmament there are those who encircle the earth and the sky with their doings of negativity. Yet greater beings called Spiritual Warriors will always have the abilities to bring healing and harmony to our beloved planet and the skies above....enjoy

Other Times

Myths come from a different time
Happenings that once took place
Through time have changed
Yet a story still they tell


Myths of Greece and Rome
Fascinated me in days of yore
Pictured myself in those times
When honour and betrayal both
Waved flags
Similar to those today
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5nARZKS-AY
Men and women alike
Smiled on the outside
Inside worms did snake
As they do now

Infamy

On a chariot across the sky
Each and every day
Helios made his way
A foolish god Hyperion
Crowned with shining aureole of the sun
Men in power to this day
Wear a crown of infamy
Travel they do around the earth
Bringing dolour everywhere

Myths alive have come again

Temptations

Few indeed there are
Who do not succumb
To the blandishments
Offered by them
Pleasures of the flesh every one

In each a germ of rottenness
Births a child of much regret
Shutters blind their eyes
No longer do they know the Light

Into darkness have made their way

A Different Tune

Dour and dark the Age is now
Few of us to hold the Light
But one Spiritual Warrior is all it takes
To cancel out much negativity

Across the planet and in higher realms
These happenings take place
We march to a different tune
To those who wear those crowns of hate

Ours always a symphony of Love
That cannot be changed
Echoing everywhere through cracks and crevices
Far and wide


and so it is

Monday, January 26, 2015

Hare-ing or Horing....Wot A Way to Go!!!!!!!


Just like an old fable of the owl and the pussy cat so the hare and the hound can be changed into something rather different...a fun piece indeed for those who are not righteously indignant or indignantly righteous....enjoy

Going Which Way

The hare and the hore one lovely day
Decided to find an excitingnew way
Playing around could be such fun
High and low and inbetween
Ninety Six indeed
It matters not at all to me
For choices always they are free
When lovers together come
Perhaps lusters often we do mean

A bump a hump across a tree
That lines the way so beautifully
Into treasures hidden are they
Within a mass of clotted hair

The Opening

A projection long and pink
Sometimes mottled brown indeed
Expanding then in tandem sweet
Between a purse of wrinkled skin

Hiding there in glorious disarray
A sweeping fur of coloured hue
Leading the way
To treasures hidden deep inside

Ecstasy

The hore and the hare
Together did they
Go out and look for
Vicarious ways

Some they might find
So varied would be
To anything else
That had happened for them

A ritual intense
Lifting beyond
What had gone on before
An upheaval immense
Never again to experience]/i]

Strait and Laced

If you mind on certain tracks doth run
Within this story you will find
A rather norty piece indeed

Then those of you so strait and laced
Will huff and puff indignantly
Forsooth ask if deleted it can be
Forget you do that words alone
Should not to you bring such aplomb

But then the choice is yours for you to make
As it will always be!!!!!

read more of my pages from erotica to spirituality and everything inbetween
hereA Vampyr Story
hereA Green Eyed Lady
hereLove and Hatred
here Sex Lies and GMO's
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