Look deeper

She's a basket full of contradictions
Wrapped in cellophane of indifference
Sealed with a bow of insecurities
But buried deep inside that basket
Is a heart of gold
Lips that taste like hunny
And a passion for love that would make aphrodite blush.
The key, caring enough to look deeper.

Woman Is

Passion lingers beneath the facade of trust.
Like a flower if unnurtured it will die.
Poison the soil in which it grows and it will wither away.
A womans heart holds the keys to the world.
Unlock her passion and your life will flourish with a wealth that can be neither bought nor sold.
Let her unfurl before you.
But be cautious.
Woman is both fragile and fierce.
It is within her to guide, support, and nurture all around her.
But her soul craves nurture as well.
It is through the love she recieves she is able to give.
Hold her in awe as the sunrise.
Show her the beauty she holds within your eyes.
Be true, be kind, be strong yet weak enough to show her your greatest strength is her.
Wisdom is knowing what you have when you hold it.
Once you let it go let it move on.
The woman you failed to cherish deserves a man who never lets go.

Masterpieces

When life shatters at your feet
Do not despair.
Select carefully the pieces
And build your masterpiece from there.
For life the grand illusion
Bittersweet hides the divine.
Let your tears fall when needed
They wash away the pain
clearing the path for better times.

The art of seduction

Words. They seduce,inspire,captivate,wound.
To have a love affair with mind.
Capture in a sentence the essence of a beauty, a feeling,a moment in time.
Framing the sunrise its myriad of technicolors awakening like a sleepy child,first peeking from beneath its cool blue safety only to explode across it with such vibrance it illuminates the world.
The sensual command of language. Exploring,imploring,evoking emotions hidden from consciousness.
Oh the sweet ecstasy of intellectual stimulation.
The capture of the heart through the mind.
Opening of two souls by mere conversation.
True power is not in pain.
It does not dwell within a coin or a trinket.
True power is in mastery.
Commanding with such force, such sweet eloquent skill, the use of language as to capture a soul for a moment or a lifetime.
The ability to move another so deeply to the very core of thier existence they feel what you feel,see through your eyes, hear the thoughts that rumble inside your mind.
If once ,however briefly , one becomes snared in the net of your words revel in the knowledge for a brief moment in time you mastered the art.
If even just one can feel, there is hope for immortality.
If there is hope for immortality then there too is hope for love.
If only a love affair with words.

Midnight Awakens

His face haunts my mind
Dark looming.
Passion,longing,love
Urgency and need.
All the emotions missing for so long.
The memory dwindles
But burns deep inside.
Sweat drenches the sheets.
My hands shake.
Fear, excitement.
Alone in darkness.
Shaken.
The memory of a face I dont know.
Whispers from a voice never heard.
Hope.despair.
Awake.
The angel is gone.
With him hope.
The memory.
Once. Another life.
He was exquisite.
And I was loved.
Or maybe he's just lost.
Searching for me.
Hope returns again.
Will he know me?
I him?
How many lives
Do I have left to live?