Here are some things I picked up while chatting with people. If there is a name then that is the name of the person who posted the item and does not mean that is the one who wrote the piece. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have. I bet those named didn't know I had grabbed these ;)





Gunther---Saturday, December 28 at 8:49 pm
"I tell her she is lovely and she laughs,
Shy laughter altogether lovely too;
Knowing, perhps that it was true before;
And, when she laughs, that it is still more true.




"Taiesin, Shamanism and the Bardic Mysteries In Britain and Ireland"

I praise the one
who, to keep guard over me,
did bestow my seven sences,
from fire and earth, water and air:...
one is for instinct,
two is for feeling,
three is for speaking,
four is for tasting,
five is for seeing,
six is for hearing,
seven is for smelling...




Prince:
Friends and lovers,
always one or the other.
Where are you,
my mate, to share my soul?
Did I pass you in the hall,
do you live next door?
Are you searching me,
as I do for you?
Or, are you with someone else,
forever beyond my reach?
You are out there,
this I know.
I hope when we meet,
we know...
Friends and lovers,
can be one AND the other.




In the dimly burning night, we fell into the heart screaming,
burning whispers to the souls of our feet.
"And kiss me again" you said, and kiss you again I did, moving lips
twitching, aching, as the world revolved complete.
Into the night we cried, so powerlessly moving ever onwards;
Days crash by like moonlit drives, seeping effortlessly through the
streets.




Crucifying each other;
Making love on silky sheets behind night's dreamless face,
"So kiss me again" you said, and kiss you again I did, pushing your
baited breath through itchy folds of lace.
I love it when you scream so hard, it makes me want to die so long,
to remember the moment forever, leaving but a trace.

And outside, as the cricket's compose, dogs howel violently, while
inside heated whimpers begin to run down our cheeks.
"Please kiss me again" I said, complying with the request you did,
placing praying hands on my body.
The piercing light cuts through your eyes, peeling them like
ripened plums,
As the shadows dance between her breasts-wonderful and weak.
The musky odor of human lust rises higher now, consuming us, while
the waters of our bodies run together in the night.




http://www.voicenet.com/~anomaly/poems.html




Take me back in the arms I love
Need me like you did before
Touch me once again
And remember when
There was no one that you wanted more

Don't go you know you will break my heart
She won't love you like I will
I'm the one who'll stay
When she walks away
And you know I'll be standing here still

I'll be waiting for you
Here inside my heart
I'm the one who wants to love you more
You will see I can give you
Everything you need
Let me be the one to love you more

See me as if you never knew
Hold me so you can't let go
Just believe in me
I will make you see
All the things that your heart needs to know

I'll be waiting for you
Here inside my heart
I'm the one who wants to love you more
You will see I can give you
Everything you need
Let me be the one to love you more

And some way all the love that we had can be saved
Whatever it takes we'll find a way

I'll be waiting for you
Here inside my heart
I'm the one who wants to love you more
You will see I can give you
Everything you need
Let me be the one to love you more




These next 2 are actually pieces I got from Norton's Anthology of English Literature, a set of 2 books that I used to enjoy immensely.





Madrigal

My love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well become her;
For every season she hath dressings fit,
For winter, spring, and summer.
No beauty she doth miss
When all her robes are on;
But beauty's self she is
When all her robes are gone.




The Silver Swan

The silver swan, who living had no note.
When death approached, unlocked her silent throat;
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more:
"Farewell, all joys; Oh death, come close mine eyes;
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise."




This is a part of a song from one of my favorite cd's, that I THANKFULY took with me on my "vacation" a while ago so I do have it now still. The cd is by a Canadian artist who's name is Mary Jane Lamond, her debut cd "Bho Thir Nan Craobh" or, in english instead of Scot Gaelic, from the land of the trees.





Dh'˜lainn deoch a lˆimh mo rin,
Deoch-slˆinte le Fear an Tir,
Dh'˜lainn deoch a lˆimh mo rin.

I'd drink a toast from the hand of my love,
A toast to the man of the Tower,
I'd drink a toast from the hand of my love.








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