Her Curtain Falls

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The door opened.
The door closed.
Arms open, grasping the wall
A thankful breath for survival
Fleeting bedroom route taken
Wandering towards her dresser
One by one earings separated
Body scrutinized in the mirror
Precarious eyes fall from witness

Craggy fingers skim about her neck
Tension felt to her toes
Shivers absolute over her body
His creation, she weakens
Leaning into him enduringly
His whispered presence declared:

You’re mine now, my stifled one
The merciless day is over…

Pins slowly removed
Curls allowed to be free
Cascading her curves
Gathering auburn ringlets
Spawns gentle smelling
A zipper stream composes
Her dress long forgotten
His tone used to rouse her:

Take off the passable mask
Come to me, my dark one

Turning through aphonic moaning
Delighted to see her dreaming one
She weeps:

Help me discount this cruel world, my love
Draw our bath
Combine two minds
Make me laugh
But, first, just lie back

I’m Up For It

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We could watch paint dry together
Listen to my secretive prose
Quiet words flying nearby
I know

I’m up for it, if you are.

Stand in line to watch water evaporate
Tap our feet to your street music
Keep alive our creative beat
Finally same concrete
I hear

I’m up for it, if you are.

Sit here guessing similar fears
Search eyes; touch skin
For truth and acceptance
Kiss trembling away
I feel

I’m up for it, if you are.

All three creative and real
Capable of floating up
To be caught for witness
Changing many lives
I believe

I’m up for it, if you are.

Lying there with you
Let it be: I ask
Maybe today you can?
Try to be my kind of Saturday

Who Said The Word Snow? I’m Coming To Find You…

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I’m quite upset this morning, don’t you see?

We were supposed to wake up screaming something like, “IT’S SNOWING!”

They let us know 19 hours too early, that school would be canceled today without thinking.

Whoopie! I’ll spend my day writing and baking. It’s just the weather to write of love-making.

I’ll keep the kettle hot for coffee, cocoa and tea, all the while children watch something on T.V.

No, I’m not up North and I haven’t moved back to the middle of this country.

You see, we’re still down here in cowboy country, but the snow apparently isn’t coming.

Texas had a winter warning, snow and ice it seemed, and me without my equipment for sledding.

I guess we’ll read and eat those muffins over there cooling.

Yes, eat them all day long, it seems.

We won’t get out of our jammies, I don’t care what you think.

Who closes school for a snow day 19 hours too early?

That would be Texas, we don’t have the road clearing means…

But please, wait until you see something happening.

Today, life was canceled for snow and ice.

I have two confused children who await explaining!

I Hope This Never Ends

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Galveston, TX

Galveston, TX

I wondered the quiet beach and imagined you today

Seemingly embodied in each crystal clear blue wave

I searched for your words as you twisted us closer

Roughly escorting me deeper into that vast ocean

Pull me under and into your strong current, I plea

Might as well, around you I can’t seem to breathe

Feel us spin effortlessly in the morning water, too

Again I stumble, beating my head against the sand

Maybe I’ll learn and these feelings can finally end

Again, what my mind does for you…

Push Me

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Push Me!
Demand, I push you back
Open Me Up!
Force, my feelings out
Hold my arms down
Seize my eyes, as they attack yours

Feel it?
Feel that powerful tension
Don’t turn away
I need you to stay

Letting me win
Well, that’s often his way

Push Me, my whispered plea
Make me push you back
Open Me Up, I silently beg
Force my lack of feelings out

The Journey

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. . . So it matters to me . . .

. . . A deliberate path . . .

. . . Time taken, care advised . . .

. . . Focus the journey and stay alive . . .

. . . Mustn’t allow my weakness to flow . . .

. . . It’s all a game, don’t you know . . .

. . . Scratch that, it isn’t you see . . .

. . . My past crushed me . . .

. . . My present a healing hell . . .

. . . My future deliberate, one only I can tell . . .

What My Mind Does For You

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Hurry night, I’ve something waiting!

I have dreaming of tomorrows to show you

Wild thoughts I continue to prepare

Oh! What my mind does for you.

Proving what you can do, will do.

I lift you up through the clouds

I love to watch you strut about!

Thoughts of you, anticipating

Tomorrow, I beg you to open up

Show me what you’re needing

Maybe you’ll consume all of me

Tomorrow, you suit my dreams

I know my mind, I know it well

It isn’t safe

I shouldn’t go

Oh, but I will

You’re gone, Gone, GONE

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The party’s over
The bags are packed and by the door
Don’t you dare leave me, not again
You’re gone gone gone
I’ve loved you forever and back
You’ve been here since the beginning
I’ve not had to ask for your forgiveness
You understand what I’ve been through
A similar path, me and you
Lost in translation for others, it is true
I promised to tell a story
This I will do

You

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Happy New Year!! Thanks for an awesome ending to 2013. I can’t even begin to describe my feelings towards 2014.

This next year is going to rock. I feel it deep down. I hope you feel it for yourselves, too.

I’ll be here just doing what I do, but the beat will be a lot louder from here on out. Can you handle it? Hold on, it’s about to get crazy up in here!!

Happy New Year!

You.

You did it.

Without knowing, you did it.

What I feel, without knowing, you did it.

You.

You made it.

My heart beating fast, you made it.

What I hear, my heart beating fast, you made it.

You.

You created it.

My mind racing, you created it.

What I think, my mind racing, you created it.

You.

You sense it.

Without admittance, you sense it.

What I am, without admittance, you sense it, too.

My Dynasty

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Counting the days, now it’s hours, it seems.

Coming to you, darlings, it’s no longer a dream.

Talk me through my travels, we’ll be just fine.

 Not visions of sugar-plums, do I see.

Only me steamrolling you to the floor this Saturday eve.

Prepare, my loves, be waiting for me by the door.

Oh what joy! Christmas with siblings, I couldn’t ask for more.

Get ready, I’ll be searching your eyes. Are you okay?

No, I’m not, but I’ll be just fine.

Pull the reins of the beast that controls our time.

I’m yours and you are mine, this Christmas.

These Are A Few of My Favorite Things

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I’m leaning on Julie Andrews this morning, I’ll always love her. Don’t mess with the Sound of Music, it’s just fine the way it is. Okay, that’s my two cents. Can we all move on now?

Oh the news, oy vey! In other news, I’m about to make my WordPress friends all cringe with talk of damsels in distress. Not a normal stance for me, but I needed to remember why we all believe in love. I need to remember.  Continue reading →

Dark Windows

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Learning how to take care of myself, my childhood.

Self controlling my every move, a teenager.

Searching for a way out, a young adult.

Arming myself for life through books, an adult.

Trusting someone enough to live with them, a newlywed.

Mending a broken heart because of disconnect, a wife.

Forgiving those who stole my trust, a mother.

Understanding those young parents who raised me, a woman.

Here I am, when does the education stop? Where’s that happy ending?

Around every corner a lesson to be learned.

Life’s seriousness never ends.

A place to relax, a shoulder for trust, to hold on longer is asking too much.

A lifetime of breathing through prayer, seems not enough.

Tuesday Teachings: Writers Are Affected

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*Definition of  – *

sus·cep·ti·ble [suh-sep-tuh-buh l] 

3. capable of being affected emotionally; impressionable.

** So that means **

non·sus·cep·ti·ble [non-suh-sep-tuh-buh l]

3. incapable of being affected emotionally; nonimpressionable.

*** Either way, we’re affected ***

Affected to stay the same or affected to change, I’d say.

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Writers Are Affected

In spite of everything, remember, when life’s dead-end is staring you in the face:

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.
-Richard Bach

Your moment is coming, in spite of everything…

Nonetheless, if nothing else, please know that you are more than allowed to:

Risk more than others think is safe.
Care more than others think is wise.
Dream more than others think is practical.
Expect more than others think is possible.
-Claude Bissell

You are allowed to be you, if nothing else.

At any rate, frankly, when the easy choice is to walk away:

When you feel like giving up,
remember why you held on for so long in the first place.
-unknown

A Community is here to help you, if you chose to stay, when the easy choice is to walk away.

You teach best (Photo credit: Thalita Carvalho)