Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Naked



Here I stand naked to the universe
Unclothed without embarrassment
My mind is open without guard

All illusions have been stripped
Disintegration is complete
Breathing deeply of freedoms air

Though my heart bleeds
You can see that it still beats
Getting stronger by the moment

I was broken and in desperate need
Now I stand ready with armored truth
No longer whipped by those who harm

My soul has become peaceful
No regrets or blemishes upon it
As a warm blanket serenity settles in

As a new lea- I tremble with life
Awaiting the rain of questions
Though answers may not be had

I do not flinch from what may be coming
Though my skin is bare and may bleed
I stand strong for a new cycle in life




© 2010 30 june/cb

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Heroes Need Not Apply



Heroes do not exist-at least not in life
Promises are made but never fulfilled
Dreams are just that-dreams

He stood before me this self proclaimed hero
Only to crumble before me as danger neared
Leaving me to face the darkness-alone

Leaving deep wounds which seep and will not heal
Gangrene takes over on infected limbs which need to be cut
Crippling one in more ways than just in the heart

Such a fool he found in me-an idiot!
A believer in fantasy and romantic liaison
Following the stars streaking across the sky

Heroes need not apply-not anymore
Too much blood is shed from wicked wounds
It hurts too much when they walk away



© 2010 28 june/cb






Monday, June 28, 2010

Shooting Stars




Tails of light painting trails
Streaking across velvet skies
Chrystal beams reflecting sunlight
Captured within its dust

Whispers of hope and dreams
Accompany these shooting stars
Wishful thinking from those below
As the full moon lights the way

Promises made to a chosen few
His hand touching those selected stars
Fulfillment comes in rare forms
Unexpected by those so blessed

Yet with the passing of time
A star explodes then is revived 
Awakening dreams long forgotten
Flushing out desires-wants

Hinges are blown off celestial doors
Windows to the heavens opened wide
Sound traveling just behind the light
Giving the needed breath for life

The heavens are filled with such stars
Shooting across the darkened skies
All reaching destinies unknown
As a phoenix reborn



© 2010 27 june/cb

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Sunday Blues



It’s Sunday morning baby
I am sitting out on the patio
The morning paper is open
The tea is on the table

You have been away for awhile
The days are starting to grow long
I grow weary of the waiting
The blues are hitting me hard

My days are always busy
This you know well enough
However you are with me
In the quiet moments of each day

The loneliness is difficult
My heart hurts from the pain
Relief is felt only
When I remember how we are

Yes baby, it’s Sunday morning
Another week has gone by
The tea is getting cold
As I sing the blues today



© 2010 27 june/cb

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

FREEDOM









FREEDOM



THATS WHAT YOU GET


WHEN YOU FIGHT FOR YOUR BELIEFS


WHEN YOU FIGHT TO BE ABLE TO SURVIVE





FREEDOM




TO BE ABLE TO WALK WITHOUT FEAR


WITH YOUR HEAD HELD HIGH


PROUD TO BE WHO YOU ARE






FREEDOM





TO BE ABLE TO BREATHE FREELY


WITHOUT FEAR OF REPRISAL


TO VOICE YOUR OPINIONS






FREEDOM




TO COME HOME AND SEE YOUR CHILDREN


SOUND ASLEEP IN THEIR BEDS SAFE


YOUR WIFE OR HUSBAND HOME





FREEDOM





IS PEACE WITH OUT ROCKETS IN THE AIR


NO BLOOD ON THE GROUND


AIR CLEAN AND CLEAR







FREEDOM





NEVER FORGET THERE IS A PRICE TO PAY


IT IS NEVER FREE


THE COST IS HIGH AND MUST BE PAID






FREEDOM






IS A DREAM THAT MANY HAVE


NOT ALL OF US ARE LUCKY


SOME FIGHT FOR THIS STILL






FREEDOM…SOMEDAY PEACE!





© 2008/cb

 
 
*this is a piece which has been commented on quite a bit.  today's news regarding internet control and freedom of expression has prompted me to post here.  our freedom is taken for granted by many.  we need to keep fighting here at home or we will be taken from within our own country.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Days Before Summer





In these last few days before the start of summer


I have thought about what I have lost


The most precious of these losses –at least for me


Has been the loss of time-precious time






I often wonder if I had done something different


If maybe I had said something with more wit or intelligence


If I had declared my feelings with more fervor-more passion


Would things have been different or maybe it would not have mattered






On cold winters evenings or in the coolness of the spring nights


These thoughts have stayed with me-like snowflakes which will not melt


Eventually these thoughts formed frozen ice balls-icicles


This with time would start to melt drop by drop






Each drop contained a memory-a smile-a sigh-emotions


These are things that will never leave me


They are treasures beyond any monetary value


Yet with the passing of time-they will slowly fade






These thoughts have piles one on top of the other


Leaf after leaf forming a unique book containing puzzles


Some I have solved through the years while others still need answers


I have no idea if any of those will ever find answers






Time is slowly running out on me-I feel this deeply


In the last few days before the start of summer


I have sat inside a clear glass ball and watched


As the world around me told me of its stories











© 2010 21 june/cb

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Shopping List









Off to the supermarket in my little royal blue coupe


Searching out and parking in the most roomy of spaces


Making sure that there was no one close


Out I hop with my keys in hand, purse and list






Grabbing that cart and checking to see if it’s clean


Now I can place my handbag where the child would be


Placing my Bluetooth in its comfy place


Making sure the mobile is handy, just in case!






Stepping through those clean glass sliding doors


The coolness within greets me mingling with the fresh scents


Placing my sunglasses upon my head, allowing my eyes to adjust


Looking around, taking a deep breath, off I go to the first aisle






First I hit the paper aisle-need to have tissues and toilettes


Second aisle is the wine, followed by the aisle with cheeses


Third aisle, well let me see, that would be the oils and scented candles


We must not forget to get the matches so they can be lit and warmed!






Let’s see now, oh yes, next is the dairy aisle!


Ice cream, chocolate syrup and whipped cream-yummy!


I must not forget-swinging over to the fruit section


Strawberries, bananas, grapes and, yes, some carrots






Now I must hurry and off to the butcher section


Time to pick out the meat of which I desire


Some steak, rump roast and hot dogs of course!


Making sure that they are as fresh as could be






I almost forgot to check the hair and eye colors


I have to make sure that the smile is pearly white


His laughter has to be wholesome as well


Not that it matters much as long as all else functions






Finally I checked my list-went through it twice


Yes all is here and I am ready to check out


Standing in line-waiting my turn


He has actually made me blush!






As I start to leave the store-out of the cart he jumps


He takes my keys-unloads the cart-then proceeds to open my door


A silly smile upon my face as I watched him seat himself next to me


With a knowing smile he tweaks my nose-leaving me even redder!






With a satisfied sigh and a wide grin


Happily I maneuver my little royal blue coupe home


Upon arrival he steps out and brings in the toys


As with a devilish grin I head toward the boudoir







© 2010 21 june/cb

Insatiable



As I walk in among the sea of people


I am always searching for your face






While I sit in a park under the leafy trees


I am always listening for your voice






In the darkness and quiet of the night


My hands reach out for you






Each passing day my need for you increases


My want for you is incredible






It is a hunger which cannot be satisfied


A thirst which cannot be sated






When I sit and write down my thoughts


It is my heart who searches for you among my words






It is then that I truly wonder-what if


And always I get the same answer-what if






In the end it is the emptiness which surrounds me


An abyss filled with all the longings which are unreal







© 2010 20 june/cb

Inheritance



You held my small hand in yours



With tenderness you caressed my tiny fingers


My small eyes looked into yours


Though you thought I was blind-I was not








You held me in your strong arms


I could feel your hesitation but you did not back away


You protected me-became my guide from that moment on


Sometimes we walked together on paths known to you








With time those paths became stranger and scary


You held me tight and would not let me go


Then we came to a road where you knew


I needed to find my legs to walk then to run








You understood my need for independence


When I would trip or fall-you held back


You knew I would figure it out-I would use my mind


As you also knew that if I needed to –I would call for you








I watched all you did for me and knew that it was a gift


There were no ties or conditions-you just did


From you I learned what patience was-and my lack of it


You showed me what heart was and tried to emulate








My inheritance from you was your sense of humor


You smile, your laughter and your joy for life


You left me your legacy of tolerance for all people


To view things from all sides-even upside down!








You have been my mirror and I have been yours


In you I saw the good that you have given me


In me you saw the results of which I hope you approve!


I am who I am because of you








I will not squander what you have given me


They are much to precious to be kept to myself


This I will share with those around me


Inheritances are meant to be shared







© 2010 20 june/cb


*HAPPY FATHER'S DAY to all the men who have been gifted with children!

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

The Star Fish Story




In front of the door of the shell house I found this morning two starfish.

And I thought...

They both look very tired, so I took them into the house.

After they had been drinking coffee, they were a little livelier.

Unsolicited, one of the starfish began to tell a story.

A story of love lost and found.

After a while the other began to cry.

I asked: Why are you crying, little starfish?

And he answered:

"I wanted everything and everything was lost"

And I said:

"Most of the things we find are not worthy to be preserved.

But these things attach themselves to us like chewing gum on shoe soles.

And you know what?

Because we do not take care of it we will never get rid of.

But sometimes we find something, and it seems perfect.

It is volatile. We want to keep it. And we want to improve it.”

We think:

This is so great.. How can I make it much better?

And we ask and ask; questioning.

Turn answers into questions.

Turn questions into answers.

Desires are awakened. Wishes we never had.

And suddenly we are disappointed

For nothing of all this we wanted to come true.



"Why is this so?"

Asked the little starfish

"Because we are all so full and packed full of ourselves.

There is no space in us-only gaps. We get this perfect just not into it,

we cannot make it a part of us!"



"What would be the solution? If there is only but one?"

Asked the little starfish.



"The solution" I answered,"the solution,

Is to be like an empty glass.

Let the other to pour into it.

His story, his dreams, his hopes and his wishes.

Do not ask;

Do I like that? Do I want that? Can I accept that?

Just feel. Feel and wait.

Maybe something unexpected happens.

Rebirth

Complement

Transformation!"



"I don`t understand that!"

Said the little starfish



"You wanted everything and now, you have nothing.

Attempted to be nothing to get everything!"



"I don’t know if I can!"

Said the starfish



"It is always worth a try!"



There was a little uncomfortable pause.

As always, if no one knows what would have to say.



"Apology...!"

Said the other starfish in the quiet,

"Could we have another coffee?"





© 2010 15 June/King Awesome

 
*a gift given
so that light flowed once more
as life found its wings
and happiness smiled

Monday, June 14, 2010

It's A Mess


We are taught to believe in love
We are taught to trust in love
We are taught the fairytale
Happily ever after happens
We have never been taught
That it hurts so much when it doesn’t work


It is a story as old as time itself
Boy meets girl; Girl likes boy
They converse and viola!
Hearts and flowers fill the air
Then the balloon bursts
The sadness starts


Accusations fly; questions unanswered
Jealousies and misunderstandings
Each blames the other
Or worse-only one takes the blame
You try to fix what is cracked
Only to see it shatter in pieces


You both look at the mess
Tears welling up in both your eyes
You both say just one more try
Two more tries and then finally three tries
You both realize it just won’t work
This only makes the pain worse


You both see the one you fell in love with
Yet you both cannot seem to make it work
You both believe but now you know
Happily ever after may not be it for you both
That it hurts so much when it doesn’t work
Something we were never taught





© 2010 14 jun/cb

Then Some...


When the night was done

Sexual desire sated by the night
With the dawning of the day
The ravaging would go on

The lust reawakened deep inside
That bright scar glows ever brighter
With the oldest game known
Mystical sexual constellation

Its contours defined on your body
A game mastered with your touch,
The seamless pleasure and stars abound,
Rooted in a gasp devoured,


As two ardent mouths dissolve together,
Time upon time tongues dancing
Hands masterfully playing
Muscles screaming in estacy


Prisoners of lust unsated
Steam rising from bodies exposed
The sun warming skin already hot
Heated breath on hidden places


Tasting fruit deep inside
Reaping all that is lust and then some…






© 2002/cb

Forbidden Fruit



Haunted by his eyes


A most piercing blue


Passionate yet ice cold





His devastating smile


Exposing his perfect teeth


His eyes now a liquid blue




Throwing aside his cigarette


He stands to walk towards me


His animal gait mesmerizing






His touch sends my skin tingling


His face with stubble growth


Rubbing my neck





My mind is reeling


My body keeps responding


He is not free






Succumbing finally


As sometimes a woman does


Taking of forbidden fruit







© 2010 feb 17/cb

Red Velvet Walls


The red room lined with velvet


Where the heat is intense

The blood pounding



Here in this velvet lined room

My adoring love awaits

Eyes filled with liquid lust



Within these red velvet walls

The ecstatic moans muffled

Skin slick with passions juices



Red velvet walls

Erotic sensual feel

Splattered with love’s mess





© 2010/cb

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Three Cowpokes




Three cowpokes


Rode into town


As I sit here on the porch


Keeping an eye on things in town






Being sheriff


It has its downs


It has its perks






Yup...saw them come


Against the setting sun


Shadowed faces; large brimmed hats


Guns hung low upon their hips






Looked like trouble they did


Have to watch close; shouldn’t be too hard


The sun lit their faces for a moment


lol! The Cute-The Bad-and The Ooze!!!


lol






Guess you can call them "the perks" lol


Just have to look around


The women are starting to gather


Yup...gonna be trouble in town tonight....






Music is heard just down the street


These boys don't realize this town is full of women


...no men


As they saunter over; I watching them go


Walking with stealth-animal gait






Hmmm....


Nice walks...


Nice view......


I can stay here all night!






My mind wanders to past times


What it would be like...


Been too long since the last time


A cowboy was ridden...






Sighing...back to business here


Settled back listening to the town


Start to settle for the eve






Soon the sounds of laughter


Float thru the air


Masculine mixed with the feminine


How I wished to be there






Duty calls


Holds me here


Need to keep an eye


On this sleepy feminine town






Soon shots ring out


Springing to my feet


Checking on my gun


Making sure it was ready as I run






Getting closer I see a crowd has formed


Pushing my way in the crowd opens up


On the ground lay one of them cowboys


A hole in his chest; I guess i named him well


....oozing blood






Guess his appeal


Proved to be too much


Or maybe


Not enough!






One of the others


Scratches on his face


The cuteness will fade


Replaced by scars






The last, he was just too drunk


Bent over was he but when he lifted his face


Numbness is what you saw


The women involved had guns in their hands






These cowboys could not have known






It was the wrong night to look for feminine company


These women here had no interest in men


Nor will they ever






Sadly, the one on the ground


Will never live to tell


What he really saw that night


The other two were pale and flushed


Gathered their horses and rode out of town






Doc came took the body


While I went back to duty


Took my place back on the porch


Watching over this sleepy town


Of femininity







© 2008 27 march/cb

The Red Knight


Let me

Tell you all about

The RED knight....

Sir Mentor by name



He lived in a forest

Dark and dreary

There he rested

This knight of old



His people knew him simply

As Mentor

But the world called him

The Red Knight



He came back to rest

Did not think he was needed

He put his armor away

All set to spend his last days

Being a farmer in the Avy Nation



Little did he know

He would be called again

To defend the weak

The poor and the innocent



This knight braved

Many a war

The Pinch-Poke War

Was the last one known



There he fought bravely

Suffering horrible pain

Ribs hurting...his ears taking

Bearing some horrible scars...



Defending womanhood

Old or young...

Fought the dragons of injustice...

Valiant and courteous was this Avy Nation knight

He did have one flaw

This knight of old

A temper which sometimes

Cost him remorse and pain



This was balanced

By the heart within

Made of precious Gold

Filled with sweetness inside!



Small children approached with caution

Only to have this knight play

Giving them candy as laughter rang

Loudly in this quiet village



This knight of kindness

Always made time to listen

Especially those

Who had no friends at all!



Mentor

Had a devastating smile

A rapier wit

He was much loved by all!



Today, The Red Knight

Was called once again

Mayhap for the last time

Alert and awake



He jumped upon

His trusty black stallion

His armor shined brightly

As he guided his steed

With but his knees



Away he galloped

Lance in place

Sword at his side

Alive he was once again!



His armor shown red as blood

His diamond stud gleaming in his ear

His steed stood as proud he

Stepping large for all to see



The people of Avy Nation

Watched him speed off

Children cried

Maids and matrons too

The men watched with hats off



Into the sunset

He rode

Off to war again



When will he return

It is anyone’s guess

He comes when he is needed

And goes where he must



Disappear he would

Until he is done

He will be back

When the task is done



It is said

When in need

Simply whisper

"Mentor...need your help!"



Soon he will appear

Red armor bright

Diamond stud gleaming

To help you in your plight!











© 2008 7 apr/cb

 
*walking down memory lane but i like this story! 

The Mentorini




The MENTORINI

Such a sensation

Quite a concoction!



Shaken?

Stirred?

Maybe STRAIGHT-UP!



What would your choice be here?

The effects are

Quite... unexpected!



The ingredients

Can set you flying

Or can sit you down!



Add a little Houdini...

Some charm...A devastating smile

And yes...add some RED!



Yes...

The MENTORINI



A delectable

Delicious

Concoction indeed!!



So which would it be?

Which way would you like it?



Shaken?

Stirred?

Or

Straight-up???







© 2008 5 apr/cb

 
*dedicated to a dear friend-Brandon aka Mentor

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Twilight - Le Crépuscule


Twilight







It is not enough


To just live


It is not enough


To just breath


It is not enough


To just be






My soul


Needs to be rendered


My heart


Needs to bleed


My body


Needs to feel






The softness


Of your breath


Upon my skin


Sensitized by your touch


Is the joyous pain


The branding needed






Time upon time


Touch upon touch


After the dreams


Become reality


My time with you


Is eternal






Keep me in your arms


Let your body remember me


Save me


Help me


As twilight takes me


Whispering your name…


















© 2010 feb 06/cb






Le Crépuscule



Il ne suffit pas


Pour vivre seule


Il ne suffit pas


À un peu haleine


Il ne suffit pas


Pour être juste










Mon âme


Doit être rendue


Mon cœur


Doit saigner librement


Mon corps


Besoin de se sentir










La douceur


De votre souffle


Sur ma peau


Sensibilisé par les tiennes


Est la douleur joyeuse


L'image de marque nécessaires










Temps sur le temps


Touch au toucher


Après les rêves


Devenir réalité


Mon temps avec vous


Est éternel










Tenez-moi dans tes bras


Laissez votre corps se souvenir de moi


Sauve-moi


Aidez-moi


Comme le crépuscule me prend


Murmure ton nom ...














© 2010 fév 06/cb