Clinging Sunsets

Words cannot convey

exactly what I’m trying to say…

when in my mind, I see your face

you have something I can never replace

knowing the world’s a better place with you in it

feeling you near even though you’re distant

imagining you so hard you must feel it!

 

Close my eyes

hypnotized

and you’re there in the air

Nodding your head, you deliver

the music that makes me shiver

with your smoky, hooded stare

you’re in my mind; you’re everywhere

 

Patience is a trait I’ve learned

though many times been burned

nothing stops the desire

like sizzling sparks of fire

when I do get the essence returned

 

I see clinging sunsets with whispers of blue

you should feel traces of me calling out to you

the charm has worked before; can you feel it now?

To make sure you know somehow

and to prove my desire is true

 

I know that soon you’ll be coming my way

a little game I like to play:

give a little, take a little; a push and a pull over time

until the day everything will align

It has happened before at least twice

more than a per chance roll of the dice

revelation, obsession, aspiration

feeding the fire of infatuation

 

Suddenly you’re right in front of me!

In the flesh; your indifference, your sooty, sexy glam

can be replaced by someone who understands

how open arms can make everything okay

Everything hooking up and synching the right way

 

Can I do this one more time?

Clicking off my list of the sublime

You are the ultimate to me

don’t know why I didn’t see

what we have in common; our faith is ingrained

we’re both just a little insane

And I’m loving every inch I see

of our rapid-fire sweet destiny

 

 

 

 

Blood and Water

“We’ve all heard the phrase “blood is thicker than water” usually referring to family ties as being stronger than other connections we have in our lives.  I have often times begged to differ this reference since it hasn’t been very fitting in my own life.

I hearken back to a time, a warm and sunny summer day, when us four young teenage siblings (2 brothers and 2 sisters) left a movie theater to begin our walk back home.  As we made our way through the parking lot, a couple teenage boys began saying some really nasty things to my sister and I.  They got close and taunted us, and I worried for our physical safety.  I remember being very scared.  When we turned to our brothers for help, we saw them running away across the parking lot!  No help there.  My sister and I were on our own.

This attitude has continued in my family throughout the years.  Despite my best efforts at closeness with family members, I still find myself on the outskirts of things – excluded from the so-called “family”.  I will always respect my parents for who they are, but they have treated my brothers differently from my sister and I our whole lives.  They gave them the support they needed when we were young and continue to show their preference for the boys (who are now grown men) in many ways.

Oh, I let this eat away at me for years!  In particularly when my daughter came into the picture, and her uncles and grandparents on my side made no effort to get to know her.  This hurt deeply and for a long time.  Then one day, I stumbled across an explanation of the quotation, “Blood is thicker than water”, that made so much more sense.

14. “Blood is thicker than water.”

This is one of many Bible verses that has been misadapted for common use, because the word “convenant” doesn’t roll off the tongue in everyday use. However, the real version completely changes the meaning. The quote comes from: “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.” This actually means that blood shed in battle bonds soldiers more strongly than simple genetics. Although we commonly use it to suggest the strength of family ties, it doesn’t refer to family at all.

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While most people would think that “blood” refers to family ties and their importance, the original version of the saying was talking about something much different.  It may mean different things to different people, but to me it means the person or people who have stuck with you through thick and thin, showed their support no matter what, let go of the silly differences you may have, and really CARE about you and are interested in your life – THAT is blood to me.

So this is just a little something to think about, especially during this time of year.  So many people feel obligated to family members, but often they are let down or even hurt by those very same people.  Ask yourself this:  who in my life really cares about me?  Who has stuck by me through the good and the bad?  Who would stand up for me no matter what?  If you are one of the lucky ones, you will get an answer.  Cherish this person or people and never let them go.  Realize that family ties don’t always bind and being related doesn’t always insure loyalty, trust, attention, or love.

Bloodstone

vampire

She is cursed to always crave

master to the slave

bloodstone to the master

cradle to the grave

 

He guards his wicked treasure

twilight to the dawn

with a selfishness so absolute

sharing with no one.

 

A drop or two won’t satiate

gratify

alleviate

 

It leaves her empty, unfulfilled

left to wonder moonlit fields

barren plains of a love gone wrong

a mere shadow of feelings, once so strong

desiring attention of a certain kind

left to search but never find.

 

A price to pay – a guide to take her there

to his warmth

his wild lair.

 

The path is tangled, craggy and steep;

the mountains are high and the rivers deep.

Frigid winds carry snow that blinds her eyes

still, she senses reward, fortune, her prize.

 

It is with a relief so pure, so humble, so sweet

when he is awakened from his sleep

and then he gives her what she craves:

Bloodstone to the master

cradle to the grave.

 

You fill my cup…

forever your slave.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Darkness

the-darkness

The darkness in my hair

brings out the darkness in my eyes

brings out the darkness in your stare

behind your innocent disguise.

 

What used to be all light and sunny; never.

A funeral pyre that’s forever

We could think on all that’s lost

regardless of the cost

but the point would be moot and fruitless, ever after.

 

Let it burn, why don’t you?

Live and learn, I’ll hold you

while the spirit dwindles down

to the dust, back to the ground

and the things you thought forever seek to fool you,

a love you thought so fast to once control you.

 

What’s over now has taken its last bow:

memories in your sleep to enfold you

the darkness you were warned is upon you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Playa

internet-guy

Better watch yourself

he’s just playing with you

saying all those words you want to hear

none of them true.

 

Holy roller, business owner, multimillionaire –

you’ve been on the road of heartbreak

he’s the answer to your prayer.

Philanthropist, romanticist, sex god love affair

he’s everything a man can be

now you’re tangled in his lair.

 

Then that sickly, nagging feeling:

is he really who he seems?

Is he just an online fantasy

or the answer to your dreams?

 

Time will tell and things will show

he’s played this game before –

with her and her and her and her

and everyone you know.

 

Disappointment and resentment;

feelings you know well

still it doesn’t seem to matter

your guard’s a fragile shell.

 

Letting go and moving on; it isn’t very hard –

the disillusioned disenchantment of a heart already scarred.

Sometimes you still wonder just who he really is

if that even was his name

but if he’s everything he said he was

he wouldn’t play this game.

 

Devil Kisses

devil

Born of the devil’s kiss, an aching in her soul

her skin not clear but exquisitely marked

For the devil liked her very much – did he

Showering her, blanketing her from head to toe with hot, desiring kisses

The kiss of life, the kiss of death

Leaving small, charcoal evidences behind wherever he touched

like tiny bruises that went deeper than they appeared

for they looked like shallow things, only they were much more profound

sinking down to her very being

And when as a child she wondered very much on the origin of the symbols

and the implications

well then her grandmother told her, “Those are devil kisses – he must like you very much!”

So she lay in her bed at night, just a little sweaty and fearful; imagining:

would the devil himself show up; and did he love her?

Later, through times of strife, she wished he would show up

to explain a few things

Then again, maybe he did.

In the form of a cruel lover; revealing to her things like deceit, jealousy and revenge!

Ah, but those are merely earthly things, she thinks…

since she knows the devil must have more important occupations to fill his time.

And every now and then she can feel the scorching from deep within,

the mark – an indicator and sign

of something so much more

and be it evil or benign

it is there all the same

as she looks out upon the world with a burning gaze:

Beauty without; the devil within.