for my love rests on wings...

for my love rests on wings

of

butterflies
that flutter against the grain
of the wheat that blows wistfully
in the sweet winds of love

he waits for me
to

transform

he knows the time is near...

i waited for him...

i wait for him still...

yet my transformation is not yet complete

like falling leaves in Autumn

his soul whispers cascade

on the breeze that carries our future

on the clouds that survey our landscape,

on the seas that chart our course
on meandering paths that we will walk

as we greet
covered bridges
where we will stop to kiss

and atop hay bails

where we'll play
in that old barn that rests up on the hill...

he waits so beautifully

he keeps to himself

knowing full well, that

i am almost there

he's enjoying the flight

yet he longs for me to fly along side him

on wings of butterflies

that carry us forth

to new places.

new dimensions of love

together...

©
2009

image source: 'to the source'... an older painting by Calli

click the link to view one of my completed WIP (work-in-progress):
G A R A H S T A H

wanting to know more...

the experience of him

being near him

brought whispers

of a love of past

and inklings of a future love

to feel known

and to feel from him

the desire, to be known more fully

a lovely feeling, indeed!

she thought she knew him

but discovered, and pleasantly so

that he was so much more

than what she thought,

imagined.

this seemed impossible (though she knows that nothing is impossible).

for he was already upon a pedestal in her mind

she thought to herself, "how can this be?" ...

"he's fantastic"...

"i want to know more"...

...

knowing others on the deepest level

is her way and also his

so the two shall meet

magnify their qualities

share

grow as two,

stronger than one...

wanting to know someone

inside and out

that drive

that force

that says, I MUST know more

...

he searches every inch of her

his need as great as hers

this is the way it should be

he sees things in her that

delight and surprise

for he also thought he knew her

but together

there is something
new,
magnified,
brilliant...

oh, the joy they will share getting to know MORE...

©
2009

image source: relationships_seduction

the essence of...

wanting him
needing,
desiring with a hunger, that defies logic.

how can one man be
so symbolic of the gods
and have such persuasive power?
charisma?
and... not even know it
he's enchanting,
intoxicating!
he breathes life
into my heart...
my soul...
my mind...

he sweeps through me and
creates in me a flame
an inextinguishable burning flame.
a passion unsurpassed
infused with an
energy to rival that of Olympians

he brings this to me and more...

what is it exactly?
if it could be named
i would
if it would be bottled
i could
and drink it up
have my fill
but would i ever feel
i've had enough?
i think not!
this brand of hunger
cannot be satisfied,
this hunger, an intensely
animal desire to be with him.
to have him near.

what is it?

elusive in nature, his essence,
inexplicable
yet
loving.
deeply.
deeply loving.
not at all contrived
it's simply his way.

i am confused by the urgency felt,
this need to know
is he my Garden of Eden?
or my Camelot?

such mysteries exist, but
to taunt?
to tease?
yet only for those of us
who demand answers,
explanations as to why
do we feel such unease

the only thing i know
is that he arrived like a whisper
a soft, knowing, gallant whisper.

perhaps, just to be
is the way
the only way

i am humbled by this silence, this lesson.
i need to let go
of the need to know
and

just let it be...
HIS essence elusive to me...

©
2009

image source: oh for the fun of it, a pic of Gerard Butler, just because i can! ;)and please note this is NOT written about Gerard Butler, his photo just suited this post!

over the edge...

had i come to this, gently?
ah, no! on the contrary,
i came to this

beginning with a wicked, whirlwind of a crush
a heart that raced, beat with the rhythm of a Spanish guitar
and weakened knees


over the edge, and made useless by love
embroiled in a passion that has yet to
to be expressed...though my mind has lived
that passion a thousand times...
a thousand ways...

OVER THE EDGE

©
2009
image source: Over_the_edge_by_energyphoto

what lies before her...

what lies before her?

a fork in the road
...a right
a left...
turns, curves

does she diverge to that left
or to that right

or does she create her own new, fresh,
uncharted path?

she can
she has free-will
she has freedom to choose

will she choose him?
or another?
or her Self as the path...

selfish, no
at times she needs to make herself priority
she needs to tread lightly
slowly
yet have in the present moment
a shining glimmer of hope
for her beautiful future.
she knows that manifesting
takes time.
she knows the beauty of
what she experiences in the present
was created in her past.

it's only getting better!
she is making sure of that.

she works with the Divine
in creating her existence

she desires love.
love is what she is made of
she wants to share that
she will share that
she can wait
she knows that when the
soul wants
the soul waits...

she will have everything
she needs
when the time is right

she has that power
to create

it's in her hands
and create she will...


©
2009


image source: What Lies Before Her ~ (older) painting by Calli

a stranglehold...

falling bodies
landing in a crypt
of broken hearts
of wants not satisfied
of needs not realized

where have you gone?
you were here
or were you just
an apparition
dust in the wimpering winds...

(an awakening)
(an awakening)

impassioned pleas
be with me...
take me with you...
a stranglehold on my heart
befalls my existence

as steeples rise and fall
as the mist vapors come and go
leaving an encasement
a shell
behind
colourless
wishing to be born

trials
tribulations
when all that is wanted
is freedom gained
granted
taken

caged love
forsaken love
unrequited love
forgotten love
disdainful love

shadow me no longer
tear this cloak
shred it to the winds
flight take me now
for i wish to soar
on skies of cerulean blue
skies of blackened soot
do not suit my soul
with their shades of grey
not even the Moon
recognizes
and the stars not dare...

bring forth
a way...
to exist plainly, simply
outside of your love

sheperds take heed
for darkness prevails here in this land
of stagnant beginnings
and endings that live on

dare not
want not
eclipsed heart
eclipsed dreams
sullen mind
sullen mood

dare not
want not...

a stranglehold...



©
2009


image source: vertigo_jessica tremp

in those moments...

in those moments
when you say my name
and look intensely into my eyesand caress the back of my neckshoulders
gently,
lovingly

in those moments
when we laughwhen we slip our hands in each other's back pocket
and we sway our hips side-to-side
playfully, as we look out at what scene lies before us

in those moments
when we breathe a little heavier
when you lace your fingers between mine
when your lips touch, ever so slightlythen pull back with a teasewhen we embrace
and i can feel the beating of our hearts
the warmththe anticipationthe oneness

in those moments
i am alive
i am passionate
i am more myself than ever before
in those moments
that we never want to end

we are...
we are...

immersed,
entwined
in a
beautiful
and
sacred
love

©
2009

image source: moonlove

play with me...

be so alive
as to feel every sense
every nuance
...of love
...of play
...of joy
kiss me then run
i will catch you
we will come together
embrace


fall to the sands
...laughing
...holding
...kissing
...smiling
...loving
...teasing

play is
a vital
ingredient,
essential to living!
essential in love!

recipe for living & loving:

1 part play

1 part sensuality

1 part lust

1 part humor

1 part chemistry

1 part compatibility (in mind, body & soul)

1 part respect

1 part equality
1 part kindness

1 part Joie de vivre! ( an extra pinch of this never hurts)...

fold ingredients together, lovingly

and Voilà
you have LOVE...

©

2009

image source: couples_swept_away_couple2

you sauntered, i ran...

i dream

i breath

i want

i want

i want...

falling for you
i ran as fast as my legs could carry me
you sauntered 
i felt free
and on the breeze
happy
full of excited feelings

                                



i couldn't stop

                                         it was as if fate

                                         had stepped in

                                         to push

                                         to give momentum

                                         to this feeling

                                         to this weary soul

                                         that so desired love ~

                                         above all else...

then at once,
i stood quietly
tried to remain as such
to ponder

...release this hurried feeling

you were in no hurry to begin
i was dying to begin,
to be fully exposed
mind,
heart,
body,
soul...                                                                                                                







     you took your time...
I could learn a thing or two about that.

©
2009

image source: andrea-h at deviantart
* i love this photographer/these photos...


if you enjoy the song playing go see the video with Sheryl Crow and Sting...it's beautiful...
always on your side

JD where is he when I need him?...a 180 for me...

oh that man, that JD.
he drives all the ladies crazy!

he's the quintessential bad boy,
with a wicked sensual side
prized by Brando himself,  in Don Juan.

and he's a Pirate (Captain Jack Sparrow) that SO turns it on...

i've got friends plentiful, who love him so
doesn't matter what age, they all want to know, JD
even ask, my child number three, has had fights with me ;)

this is also for Dee, besides me,  (she's at another blog)
but she knows what I mean. she's got it too, it's a sickness ;)

 he brings tingles up and down my spine
when he played in Benny & Joon,
i wanted to make him mine!

oh, JD you sexy, beautiful man
and put up against my other love?
AR (Alan Rickman) well, sweet it is!
but next time don't kill my man,  you Sweeney Todd, have  some respect, AR's your elder...;)

but what a discovery that you can sing!
i knew you had your roots in a band
but just knowing you can carry a tunesimply magnifies your charm.

who needs Brad or Clooney, we got you
you cover it all, sweet & trueand to top it all offAccording to a new survey in Britain’s Cosmopolitan Magazine, Johnny Depp is the sexiest man in the world. 
 oh, JD i need to see The Man Who Cried (again & again).speaking of Men, they all love you tooand want what you got, but damnit's innate with you and it can't be boughtso they just have to make do...
Ooo, and give me some Chocolat, Juliette can
live without. she won't mind
i gotta have that gypsy soul
matches so well with mine.

 oh,  Edward Scissorhands...that was so cool!

Gilbert Grape, you were sweet...
Finding Neverland? you were a dream...
i'm not sure where i loved you best
i just know you got that somethin
that makes finding out, so worth the quest!

 oh, JD whenever i am blue
you bring the sunshine, so true!
if i could put you in my pocket
like a little charm, i would...but seeing your face works just fine!that's your sole purpose as i always say, for that face to grace my pages.i'm a little selfish that way.you're like candy and i got no complaintsthat Vanessa, she's one lucky lady!

ya know tho, you freaked me out a little
in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
maybe it was those big teeth, i don't know
but let's let Gene Wilder keep that role. 
and now you're the Mad Hatter, can't wait to see!not released in theaters till Spring 2010? ah, but i'll probably wait till you're out on DVD.(why couldn't it be 2003?...;) 
You and Tim Burton make quite a pair  ~glad you've collaborated it's been anything but square

 Ooo, and somehowSleepy Hollow, i've yet to see
i need a JD fix,
better get to Netflix ! 

© 2009


*this was a trip to write, long overdue.
that JD! ahh...he's somethin!
but, JD give up the smokes, Baby! they'll kill ya! 

written totally & completely ~ All In Fun!!! and provided some damn good therapy! ;)



*just in! ~ just found this hilarious video about my boy, Johnny Depp, a perfect fit for this pre-scheduled post (eleven minutes before it's set time)...how do i get so lucky?!!! ...just proves the 'sickness' spreads far & wide...;)
~ enjoy! ~

She is a work-in-progress...

she is a work-in-progress

she paints pictures and has the need as
deep as any ocean

she attempts to paint her own likeness
only to find, curiously, she cannot.

she is a sometime writer & poet
a bohemian soul at her core and
freedom, she wishes were her middle name.

she is mystical and mysterious
yet an open book

she dreams of a love
so deep
that it simply astounds her
and of fairy tales starring
her and her beloved

she sees beauty in all things ~
in melancholy, even in despair

when she loves, she loves deeply
and completely

she moves in and out of her reality
only because, at times, it’s just too harsh to bear

she loves her children
her god
her mother earth

she is an idealist and a dreamer
she chooses to see the very best in humanity

she lives in a small world
yet a significant one

she has so much love to give

she paints as a way to
express her Self
her emotions
her beliefs

she is in a constant state of evolution, as is her work

a blank canvas thrills her
as she adds brushstrokes one by one
as she leans into something, still unknown

because She, will always be

A work-in-progress…

©  2009

* you'll recognize some lines from previous poems as this is a compilation

of thoughts...