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His Loving  Light  Turned  To  Dark

 

You bring me light to start my day

It has fulfilled me in every way

You bring me light it touches my soul

Even though now it’s dim and loosing its glow

It still fills my heart I want you to know

I know in a matter of moments we’ll have to part

Your loving light will forever be dark

 

That’s what I’m thinking

As I cradle your head

As you lay dieing in this hospital bed

My mind taking flight thinking

Of all our daily beginnings

The endings of our daily light

How you loved me with passions hunger

Many times through out the night

 

Though it’s been a short time I’ve

Been blessed living in your loving light

I know deep inside no one could of

Loved me more as you did day or night

 

I kiss a tear that falls to your cheek

I know you’ve been fighting this battle

Way before we did meet

So I kiss you softly, close your eyes

My darling and sleep I knowyour weak

 

As you did close your eyes, a sigh

Escaped your lips

I knew it was your last

As I touched your lips with my finger tips

I felt the sadness in my heart

As I watched your bright loving light

Fade away forever to dark

 

© Copyright 2006

CreativeVibes

Tags: poem, death, first love, light

The Bear and The Otter!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Native we are,you and me
A Bear and an Otter who
would of thought such a
bonding their could be!

 

I dream of your hands,so
big and strong, gliding along
my body as I slip and glide,
feeling  your strength as
you hold me,touching me
so sensually, sparking the
fires deep inside.

 

I dream of your face,my tiny
hands caressing it,touching
your lips with mine.
The taste of wildberry wine.

 

Our bodies melting into one
electric currents running through
and within,gasping air,twists
and turns,the explosive vibrations
our lusty need we both take with
such lustful, passionate greed.

 

We experience fully the trance
of our blended lust, the taste of
hot desires of our passions dance.

 

The Bear and The Otter,who
would of ever thought !!

 

(c) copyright 2006
CreativeVibes
Dedicted to Travis J.

 

Poem/Remember Who I Am

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Remember who I am !

Remember who I am! I am not just the words I type,
I am the words that touch you, make you laugh, make
you feel those parts of me I close off to others. For I
want you to feel who I am, to really know who I am.



Remember who I am! I am not just a picture on a site.
I am the picture of a real woman, one with her heart in
the twinkle of her eyes, whose eyes look at a picture of
    you and see into you, the more of who you think you are.



     Remember who I am! I am a woman! A real woman with
a heart that’s capable of enormous love, and enormous
passion, one that when given isn’t given lightly, though
 given freely, it’s not given to build your ego, to create a
    fantasy with or for your amusement. For it is a real heart.

Remember who I am! The eyes of a woman, the heart of
a woman, the soul of a woman, and not just anywoman!
A woman who choose to give her time to you!

Remember who I am!

© copyright 2006
CreativeVibes

 

To Be My Love In Life

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To Be My Lover In Life

 

 

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking the fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. .

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your sorrow, if you have been opened up by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can betray another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.

I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not a pretty day, and if you can source your life from Creator’s presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver light of a full moon, 'Yes!'

This is what I need of you and you need of me.

 

©copyright 2006

CreativeVibes

 

The Calling

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Calling, Wherever You Will Go

So lately been wondering
Who will be there to take my place?
When I'm gone, you'll need love
To light the shadows on your face
If a greater wave shall fall
It'll fall upon us all
With those dreams that are set in stone
Could you make it on your own?

If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high, or down low
I'll go wherever you will go

And maybe I'll find out
A way to make it back someday
To watch you, to guide you
Through the darkest of your days
If a greater wave shall fall
And fall upon us all
Then I hope theres someone out there
Who can bring me back to you

If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high, or down low
I'll go wherever you will go

Run away with my heart
Run away with my hopes
Run away with my love

I know now just quite how
my life and love might still go on
In your heart, in your mind
I'll stay with you for all of time

If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high, or down low
I'll go wherever you will go
If I could turn back time
I'll go wherever you will go
If I could make you mine
I'll go wherever you will go

I'll go wherever you will go
All I have is love to give
All I have is me to give
All I have is love to give
Let it be enough

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(c)2006

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The Art of Becoming A Rose

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Art of Becoming A Rose

 

I am a blank canvas, to put upon, the angles, the curves, the colors, the
the defining lines that will create the whole of  the new me, the who from

the inside to be portrayed on the outside.

 

The object is a ROSE. Not just any ROSE! The most beautiful, special budding

ROSE I will fill the canvas from side to side, to view from all directions, it to be

seen, not to hide.

 

Every angle, every curve, not all perfect, some curled, some straight, some just
turned under just so, the light to reflect the beauty, the colors from the darkest, to

the faintest, of the lightest of the most perfect color.

 

The color that I choose for this most special ROSE, is PINK. From the darkest to

the lightest the color will flow, to shimmer, to electrify, to project the most
beautiful angelic glow.

 

The stem from upon which the bud is held, will be that of a vine, intertwining, stem, interlacing leaves of Celtic green, many thorns along it, sharply pointed to
help protect this bud from bites, toxic waste of spittle which the buds petals would
deteriorate.

Toxic to, mildew that can smother, wilt, proliferate though out the bloom, the stem, from the clouds full of bursting harmful rains, sunshine rays of warmest sun, shining down surrounding, soft rains falling, penetrating the ground around is what this blooming bud needs,

 

For the bud to suck up through it’s stem and roots all the nourishment it will need, the

breeze, on which fairy’s voices softly singing encouragements of loves sweet songs, to
fill this buds vineing stem, each precious petal with a different nourishment to capture,

 

To make the most brilliant ROSE, of the brightest, warmest, most electrifying PINKS

to ever be experienced, is for what I strive to portray upon this blank canvas that is
mine, to fulfill a vision from within my souls minds eye.

Alexandra Carpenter

© copyright 2006

All Rights Reserved

 

Yup! GONNA BE A BEAR

 In this life I'm a woman. In the next life,I'm going to
be a BEAR! When your a BEAR, you get to hibernate, you do nothing except sleep
for six months. I could deal with That...

Before you hibernate, you're suppose to eat yourself Silly! I can deal with that,too!

When you're a girl BEAR, you birth your children( who are the size of walnuts)
while your sleeping, you wake to partially grown,cute,cuddly cubs. I could definently deal with that!

If your a MOMMA BEAR, everyone knows you mean business, you swat anyone
who bothers your cubs,if your cubs get out of line,you can swat them,too! I could
deal with that...

If your a BEAR,your MATE expects you to wake up growling, expects you will
have hairy legs, and excess body fat.......

YUP!  Coming back as a BEAR!!!!

Not me....lol Coming back as a WOLF....

What would you come back as??

 

Poem Emailed To Me! WoooHoooooo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our Morning Meal

I wake in the morning
to the bright sunshine

And all I can think of is
you constantly on my mind

 

I awake to your sweet lips

I awake to your desire

Your sweet smile has
stoked my fire

 

I shower in the morning

To start my day

With you on my mind 
all I do is play

 

Your smile does sparkle

Your lips as sweet wine

Just want to hold you
and make you mine

 

I brush your hair

With tender care

And pull you to me, with
gentle care

 

I feel your passion

So vibrant, so strong

With you in my arms I
can do no wrong

 

I feel your sweet kisses

All over my neck

As I lay you sweet darling
on the wet shower deck

 

My kisses down on you

How delicious you feel

As I make you my darling
my morning meal

 

You arch towards me

Your lips in mine

As I eat at your table
and sup your sweet wine

 

Your body arches to me

Your moans I hear

As I suck your sweet lips
My darling My dear

 

Your passion erupts

Your waters freely flow

And then my dear we journey
into that wonderful glow

 

I think of you constantly

But that is just one part

For my darling, my baby,
you have captured my heart

 

Your tender smile, carresses

And soft sweet kiss

Oh darling of that I really do miss

 

Your body is nourishment to my soul

But darlling your heart is

What makes me whole.

 

Kent B (c) copyright 2006

I AM A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Am A Beautiful Woman

 

I am a BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, with a beauty that doesn't wash off. I earned it, unearthed it,
rescued it like a jewel in the dust, picked it up and made it shine.
For years, I did not see it, though I sensed it was there. Now it dazzles and thrives.
I am healthy, capable, independent, strong yet still so fragile, floored by a sigh. My body is
that of a creator.....angles meeting curves, hardness drifting into soft.
I am mother, daughter, sister, lover to myself. Embraceable and brave, I extend my heart.
My body is home, my home a shrine to life, comfortable, warm and rich with treasures.
Mine is the scent of hot spices caught in a breeze, mine the laughter that wings through
the door. I share myself only with those who honor me as I am and protect myself, my
house, and my time from invaders.
I search for my center in the midst of chaos, practice peace as wild dogs clamor in my
mind. I use power for the greater good, release rage in neutral settings, with no one
innocent in the line of fire.
I am learning how to persist and when to let go, am willing to feel all emotion stop their
depths and exaltations, to wake up in every nerve and no longer am afraid of my life.
Both my beauty and strength transcend age, time and perhaps even this lifetime.
Each day I am new, yet more at home in myself. Moment by moment, I create my world. 

AC (c) copyright 2006

All Rights Reserved

Sleep My Lover

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sent to me by my lover.....

 

Sleep in Peace,Contentment,Bliss

 

May you sleep

The sleep of peace

                               my beauty

 

I will watch over you

Protect you

                              my lover

 

Feel my breath upon your nape

My eyes upon your fairness

                               my queen

 

Know that I look upon your fairness

Revel in your gentleness

                                my dearest

 

Sleep the sleep of peace

                                 my lover

 

Kent

 

I WILL ALWAYS BE YOURS, IF.......

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I live in a PINK WORLD with BLUE AURA'S. It is said I have healing powers.
I heal your inner being. The parts you think are no longer their. I see the goodness
in you no matter what you think you are. I bring a roaring fire to you,blazing to
the hottest points. I bring a Passion into your world that makes you feel you'll
drown in it. I bring a peace to you ,a calming effect you hunger for constantly!
I bring a warmth to you that surrounds you with the feeling of love and content-
ment you hunger for.I bring passionate desires to you ,you grasp to hold onto
to keep you in ecstacy. I bring beauty into your soul you strive to hold,
to capture for your eternity. I bring you a light of warmth you cannot go without.

I am me,I am all you  will ever desire,crave,need,want,charish, to fullfill
you.
In order to keep me,you must not contain me in any maner,you must let me
fly free to keep being me.

If you try to change,bind,restrick,confine,redisign,
me in anyway,the lonlyness within you will eat you a live to your very soul!!

You will live in true emotional pain for the rest of your days,and your nights
will be never ending to you,and your dreams will be full of you reaching out
to grasp me to you, only to find I have slipped away.......I wasn't really
their after all.

Gone, but for the painful longing within your every fiber
of your being....the feeling I am their all around you, within you,life will
become dark cloud s of  memories of illusive meanderings through out
your very mind.

This I promise,for I am LOVE to the TENTH DEGREE!!!!

There are those of you who have tried to keep me souly to YOU,and PAYED the
PRICE. I to pay a price,small compared to yours. Deep sadness is my price.For
the moment, untill someone moves in to capture me again,to which I move on
willingly, hoping you have learned, to RISK, TRUST,BELIEVE in you, to hold
the very essense of me.

I am LOVE for all to drink in their fill,to wrap themselves in,to emerse your very
soul in! I am LOVE, to be felt,lost in,consumed by,to wrap yourself in as needed!

I am the ALL of ALL you will ever DESIRE!! Let me be free, and I
will always be with YOU!

Risk! Trust! Believe!!

LET ME BE ME, ALWAYS FREE TO BE, LOVE !!

(c) COPYRIGHT 2006

AlexaCarpenter

Poem , Lost Love

 

 

 

 

 

Fleeting Moments of Us

Fleeting moments of us they come and go,as thoughts of you conjur in my head, I surly know forgetting you just seems a task in vain,as I'm standing  at
the window looking out at it rain.
Remembering the strength of your loving strong embrace, and how laying
in bed talking,with your finger you'd trace my face. Your lips so tender,
so gentle,your penatrateing tongue to raise  my passion, how you caressed
my hair as was your fashion.
The feel of your hands caressing my body,right from the begining,knowing
where,and just when, you played me like a fine rare violin. The feel of
your breath as your probing my ear, tasteing, licking ,over there,over here.
Oh,God the pleasure you brought to me,how a live,desired,loved you
made me feel.
 I know it wasn't your intention for anyone to get hurt,you had to know
 once I found out that my reaction would be curt, loving you at someone else's expence in not something I could live with, I know how you didn't want to,I  know now you do understand and see,how I couldn't or I
wouldn't do that which had been done so inhumanly to me.
 So,here I am on another rainy day, thinking of you,living the pain,standing
 in my window and gazing out at the dammed dammed streaming down
rain.

by Alexandra Carpenter  ©copyright

Poem ( Secret Service Agent)

 

 

 

 

 Coming Out of The Fog

When you peel the veil of fog from away from your face,

letting the sun warm it from the cold,

dense air,and damp wetness,

come talk to me of far away places,

deeds that have long been done,

and the many mysterys of the world,

I do not know ,can hardly imagine.

I want to hear,I will listen.

by Alexandra Carpenter
(c) copyright

Dedicated to Carl Osborn

Won the International Library of Poetry Contest 2006

 

 

Poetry of Love's Desire

                 

 

 

 

                           Adrian's Passion 

I swear I see him in the rising sea mist,
connection with him I can't resist.

I am over whelmed by the effect his words  have on me,

never met in person,I am weak in the knees.

His sexy,devilish eyes,lips that promise to surprise,

oh how his words make the fires in me rise...

His desires so graphic in design,

I read them over,and over to keepsake them in my mind.

He meets my every challenge,

of my every blazing desire in messages he leaves.

I have no dout he'll more then meet them if we

ever were to really meet.

Till then,I stare out at the sea,the mist is getting thicker,
it seperates I swear. Tentrils of mist like fingers,reaching 
toward me as I'm standing their. 

Oh,is it wishful thinking,my desires in me playing with my mind,my eyes. 
I hear him whispering my name,my eyes widen with surprise.

Oh,look is that?No, it can't! Yes! I swear ! His face, there in the mist,coming
closer.....his desire in his eyes.....closer!! .......Yesssssss Yesssssssssss

by AlexaC  April 08
(c)copyright 2006

All Rights Reserved

Poetry of Love Found

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MY ROBERT,MYLOVE April 11, 2006

 

My Robert,My Love

 

When I first talked to you, I didn't know what to say,
But the more we talked , the more my heart gave way.

Now, when I think of you,and how you changed my life,
I can't imagine a day without your light.

You light up my day, as if you were the sun,
You are that sense of completion, when my
day is done.

 

You are my strength,and wisdom,and the keeper of my heart,
who's grip never weakens, even when we're apart,

I think of you all day,and dream of you all night,every night
I wish that you could be here to hold me tight.

You are always on my mind, no matter what time of day,
even when I shouldn't, I think of you anyway.

 

Thank you for your smile,and your light that fills my dreams,

you always make it brighter no matter how dark it seems.

 

You are a very special gift, sent for me to love.

 

by Alexandra Carpenter

(c) copyright 2006

All Rights Reserved

My Aquarius Profile

Sun in Aquarius



When Alexandra was born, the Sun was in the Sign Aquarius, the Rebel, the Genius, or the Exile. Alexandra's basic sanity and vitality depend on a constant diet of experiences that many people might consider strange, eccentric, or at least grossly impractical. The key here lies in the realization that every culture, society, and family is inherently conservative, an observation which typically applies even more stringently to sub-cultures -- try being a hippie with a crew-cut, a New Ager who doesn't think "organic is better," or a rapper with the brim of her cap facing forward! Add one more point: for Alexandra, the experiences that are inherently invigorating and meaningful happen to be ones that are culturally encoded as "a little weird." So: the saner she becomes, the more unusual she will look! It's as simple -- and as complicated -- as that. There is so much  potential for questioning and doubting all the "received wisdom" of the world in Alexandra that she will either trust that path no matter where it leads her -- or wind up releasing that defiant energy in pointless ways: various symbolic rebellions, icy emotional detachment, and general contrariness. Naturally, anyone who is wired to understand her is not going to be someone of a militantly, nervously conventional character! No such person could follow Alexandra very far down the road of her free-spirited, independent destiny.

WOW!!! Bring him on if he exsist!!!! A hell of a man !! Where to hell is he!!! Not here in
this world surly!!!! That is me alright!!.......CRAZYBITCH!!!!!  THE BEST!!!

(c)copyright 2006