Keep quiet

To be beyond angry, to be infinitely sad,
to feel such great frustration, to feel like your going mad,

To want till your mind aches, to stand up tall to it all,
to hold back from the bite, to know when its not your call,

To approach with caution and care, to take second place,
to give up something precious, to accept losing face.

Rage against fear flies the nest

With grateful thanks to Matt Hunter, Zouch Media

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Judge me not

As I wander ~ between ~ light and dark ~ Once in a while ~ A soul touched by grace passes me by.

Rainbow

Surfing the rainbow / sky reflecting joyful soul / gently on earth now.

Illusion

Soft creak of leather, all the better,
a scratch of lace, with first embrace,

Quick glimpse of skin, drawing him in,
her perfume warm, his senses storm,

Her is voice low, taking it slow,
she see a light, no time to fight,

Alone in the dark, with pounding heart,
Yearning for more, he turned from the door.

Valentine swan song, she sings

The difference between passionate imagination and insanity, is your actions.

Love is service ~ picking up the pieces ~ mending shattered dreams ~ stepping into the darkside ~ holding hands

Passion is separate ~ wicked and desperate ~ longing to escape ~ the confines ~ of the mind.

Kiss me with your words / caress imagination / my passionate poem.

Let me sing for you ~ free spirit ~ let my song pierce your heart ~ for just a second ~ I am within.

Sir George and the Dragon

Sir George had heard the story, of a fair damsel in distress.
kept captive by the welsh dragon, up in his rocky nest,

As is the very duty, of brave young knights of old,
he set forth on his journey, to see what was foretold,

Jumping astride his trusty steed, he the crossed rolling hills,
fording through the rivers, his blood felt only thrill,

Finally upon his arrival, at far flung mountain lair,
Leaping down from horse, with sword drawn, he stepped without a care,

For slaying dragons took great might, he knew he might be killed,
but better to be proud martyr, than thought he was not skilled,

Creeping at the entrance, to darkened cave above,
he heard the sound of laughter, a sound unthinkable of,

Within the cave, Elska the brave, gave one last mighty shove,
she stood, straightened her hair, and dusted off her gloves,

Striding out of the cave, she took poor George by fright,
"Fair lady are you unhurt, who saved you from this blight,"

She looked at him a moment, a smile slowly formed,
Oh I see you want to meet HIM, and as comprehension dawned,

Why don't you go, see for yourself, if your game to venture in,
With that she left him standing there, happy with her win,

Never let it be said that chivalry is dead, but it is wise to remember,
This lady can hold her own, and is more than capable to dismember.