Ever I Belong

I feel you near
Your warm breath on my cheek
Your gentle whispers
The beat of your heart

I feel you close
Your hand in mine
Our arms hooked together
our fingers interlocked

I feel you here
Your head on my shoulder
Your gentle purr as I stoke your face
My world is complete

2011/09/18

SHOP FOR BETH!

I am posting this note for the benefit of one Second Life friend and with benefits from another Second Life friend. The original text came from Second Friends, the sale comes from Eshi Otawara with proceeds directly scripted to credit Beth's account on the 4 items listed below and available at the following SLURL

http://slurl.com/secondlife/blackLiquid/39/55/747

50 % off sale on 4 wonderful items - for a great cause. Please read on - this sale lasts only until TOMORROW - WEDNESDAY 3rd at 11 PM Second Life Time.

There are many requests for donations to different worthwhile organizations. Many of these organizations are in Second Life and hold regular concerts and events to gather donations.

Once in a while a more personal benefit is required.

Many of us have a friend in fellow Second Life musician, Beth Odets-Brown. I've known Beth for years now and I consider her a good friend. I've learned that she had recently undergone brain surgery to remove a tumor. While, from what I understand, the surgery was partially successful in removing the bulk of the tumor, there is still the need for a second surgery. It is risky and experimental but seems to be her only option at this point.

I don't often go out asking for money for more personal reasons, but Beth is my friend and I do want her around for as long as possible. The goal is to help raise $1500.00 USD for the down payment for her surgery over the next 10 days. Otherwise it may be too late. She may be a stranger to you but if you can look back on your own life and remember the stranger that maybe once helped YOU, perhaps you will find your heart telling you to help another stranger.

$1500.00 is not a lot of money to raise when considering it could mean saving someone's life and between all of us, it should be a simple task to raise it.

I have put 4 of my most expensive dresses in the store at 50 % off for this cause. If you like them, come get them! ALL the pennies will go to Beth!

This sale will last for 24 hours starting now!

I did her wrong

She tells me oft' I've done her wrong
maintains this widely spoken
and hear this: I believed her song
and felt myself: betrayer

But, in my sleep I cracked the chains
and from that cell, I've broken
and though the sting of word remains
I breach each painful layer

I push myself toward light of day
(my lungs now nearly bursting)
toward surface, air, on ground I'll lay
and purge myself of sorrow

Regain my life, my spirit healed
(For that, my soul is thirsting)
and walk myself through flowered field,
enjoy each bright tomorrow

Inspiration via WilliamShakespeare

Another day's end

Another day draws to an end
Journey's done, I shed my load
The sun retreats around the bend
The moon reclaims the silver road

Campfires shine between the leaves
reflecting in the midnight sky
substance from the shadow weaves
a dancing tale to please the eye

Longingly I seek to see
what lingers there, upon the brink,
and holds my focus lovingly
preventing me, e'en now, to think

Do tears live there, within those dreams
or saddened smiles of days gone by?
"Do not try" is said, it seems
"to bring me back." No more to fly

2011/05/18
image courtesy of BinaryRhyme with permission

Leaving the Ice Queen

For far too long mine eyes were cloaked
by imagery her lies provoked
along with passion's fires, well stoked
kept me blind, contented

But eyes so cloaked in love's own magic
can fall to searing pain, so tragic
Close the heart's door, chain and latch it
further rending thus prevented

Living so is full of sorrow
ever hiding from tomorrow
memories are sought to borrow
ever searching for a light

This Queen of ice with frozen heart
(leaving victims torn apart)
felt no compassion from the start
and knows not wrong from right

Only when her true love flees,
I crawl away on bloodied knees
consume'd by this foul disease,
escaping from her spell

Bursting, weak, into the day
casting mental chains away
(wrought by her emotions play)
my refuge from that hell

Now I stand, my own two feet
and each new day, I smile and greet
and try to purge the long deceit
that held me for so long

And she now tells me I'm her love
a gift from heaven up above
Belong together, hand and glove
I think she may be wrong.

2011/05/11
image courtesy of BinaryRhyme with permission

Foolish Wishes (a touch of irony?)

To wish, in a sense, is a frivolous thing
Mere words in the wind without weight, shape or form?
What good can a wish to a living time bring
Can it end boring habits from everyday norm?

How can Wishes and Dreams ever make someone happy?
Can you send them to anyplace useful or great?
Spending money on wishes seems awfully sappy
Can it ever put food on a hungry child's plate?

I have thought some on wishes with decision still pending
I am not very certain how widely they reach
This missive on wishes will soon reach its ending
I am not very certain what it is that they teach


2011/05/02
Please take a moment to click on the links in the 2nd and 3rd stanzas and read about some wishes that have made wonderful impacts

Carnelian

Twas years gone by, more than I recall, the sand beneath her feet
The warrior lass, who ne'er did fall, stood in the morning sun
It fell upon her stately form, light armor shined and neat
The stance which had become her norm and caused the weak to run

So long ago, when her father fell, she guarded him with ire
A tender age lost to battle's hell, she let no foe come near
'til battle won, and cast his limp husk into the funeral pyre
Then trained she well, from dawn until dusk, to give no home to fear

The darkness soon, it became her friend. She stood within it, tall
Her soul denied, with her childhood end, the bonny joy of youth
And so she stood before all her kin, resolve'ed ne'er to fall
Leather and steel now embrace her skin, and have become her truth

Her battles: fierce, her vic'tries many, a champion forged and smart
Her temper fair, decisions canny, in elven lore renowned
The golden sword, carnelian stone, hard and darkened heart
She took no mate but stands not alone, with kith and kin she's found

Then rose she did as she gained repute, princess of common stock
A legend born, and none would refute the regal nature there
They bade her rule, this reluctant queen, denied her childhood frock
Accept she did and upon this scene she ruled them stern and fair

I tell you now, as I breathe my last, before my memory's lost
how she was loved by all those she passed, a love profound and deep
And still she reigns,o'er our minds and farms, but queen at such a cost
The little girl who cried in my arms, and slept her final sleep

2011/04/24
Image courtesy of Naergi