WOMAN 2

I wish to tell you another story of another woman. Passionate and loving in nature with good will to another. Her name was all that, and all that she was. A story of poet who used words to express and release her inner most feeling, but was entrapped by the strength invoked by the feelings printed on the manuscripts of her life. Now she became one with her poem, yet separated from the words, as each emotion it evoked only became evident in her life. Her life shared with a man of seven years her senior, but the same in mind, body, heart and soul. Her poetry became the very being of this one man, personified through love, hurt, guilt, and passion. He became her masterpiece, her manuscript. He spoke many languages, but the language of love was his strength and also his weakness. I wish to tell you the story of how the carnal and innate nature took hold of a man who wore a naked ring upon his finger, a ring of promises, and a woman who wore a half halo around her head. And how they raced the clock to exchange passion for passion, adventure for loneliness, guilt for mere pleasure and heart for heart. In that short space of time where they hastily uprooted forbidden love, they also carved a path that when journeyed together lead to Hopes and desires. Hopes that the naked ring would remain transparent on his finger, half dormant as the love he attached to it, yet forever attached. Desires that one day her half halo would be whole while he completes her.

I want you to feel the passion and love she willingly gifted him with, and to share the yearning desires he had to be with her but could never…would never… allow for himself, while to another he had vowed to live on the path prescribed for him, A man of honor as the great husbands of this world did, yet a husband he never was. To live loyal in a world scorched with infidelity…I grant him one favor…for being loyal in body, because while he still offered his heart and his body to another woman, he still offered her the deceitful bliss of only being hers. And with this, my character, to some the “woman on the side”, the “back burner”, but I’ll call her the lover…with this knowledge she willfully stayed. These great writers and fabricators of love failed in their portrayal of her. They failed to recognize the ingenuity, the humane being incorporated in my character, great philosophers could not find the hidden beauty and truth to the lover, and they failed to recognize her. For in her does love flow like the natural waters that nourishes the earth. Hidden beauty…she is bashed for only loving a man of another. She only loves with her entire being to see him well, to see him happy and prosperous. Why then is she slandered as the dogs of this earth? Does she not live by the standards of love, only in this case one man receives true love from two women of good hearts?...She is natural and beautiful for in her is TRUE LOVE….In her lies his heart for not even that is hidden from her. Aware of her disposition in a circle of three, she relentlessly offers herself to him none the less. The lover is beautiful in her strength…the strength to suppress her pain of offering herself completely to a man who is capable of completing her, but damned with a divided heart.

Hah….life is comical. For even though they may be worlds apart or just silent in the midst of each other, they are one. Let me paint the aura of tranquility for you. He and Her, together birthing love in the naked atmosphere as the day they were born. Embracing their differences in age….difference in man and woman….but harmonious in their desire to be comforted and loved by the other. They shared this romance many time. She breathes the very air from his nostrils as food to her existence. Each time he exhales, she inhales his odor, his flaws, and his infirmities to bear upon her as Jesus did on the cross. She inhales his manly being for her own oxygen of the air. Can you blame her existence from needing his presence? She would look in the eyes of a man her entire being yearned for and vision through his eyes longevity and happiness, but through her own she only saw pain, guilt and sorrow in having to let go of what does not belong to her. And yet her hands fit so perfectly in his, her steps duplicates his to the very path he takes. But enough of her….let me tell you about a Leo, who is painted as such by the woman in whom he utters his every story as a monument of his daily experiences. For a wife she was to him.

To achieve true happiness, sacrifices have to be made. And a sacrificed she made when she decided to let go of all her investments…never an unwise investment…nor an unwise sacrifice. Can a heart live without the blood to sustain it, or the body without food?...let me explain, sometimes to understand life, one has to step out and view it only as an onlooker separated from the nature of man and woman, separate from emotions, pain, and life. Life looks easy on the outside however, my character experienced sorrow beyond the femininity in birthing a child, grief beyond death, and pain beyond a wound. For to her a part of her heart was being ripped away at the decision she had to make. A sacrifice for happiness without division or guilt. She had to let go, for to her this man had refused to loosen the ring upon his finger, he was a faithful cheat. A woman she is, humane in every way, but this time she did to herself an act that was callous and heartless, for to no other man could her body embrace…to no other man could her heart feel the need to bleed to give love, for she loved him unwaveringly and willingly. She is a master of words, with the skills to root up an army of passion and lust, to gain love and reciprocate…but for her selflessness towards him and now her selfishness for happiness, she sacrifices that skill for a new relationship. One with the creator, God. It takes a long time to come to a moral decision about sin and sacrifices, but it is the great moment in her life when she decides that just as Jesus Christ died for the sin of the world, so sin must die in her, not curbed or suppressed or counteracted, but crucified.

She separated herself from a shared love…one hats divided, but love in its entire meaning…just to be whole with love that belongs to her only, where she is the priority in his life. She became one with God. And even though her heart is his temple, she only wishes to share this temple with him again. Not as lovers but as soul mates in Christ. But this is only a dream. To each his own.

STORY OF A WOMAN

Let me tell you a story of a life of a woman, a seductress, a Christian, a daughter, a lover and Me, all one. A life lived to the standards of all that is good and pure, and at the same time selfishly satisfies the body for her own happiness. A happiness that reaps sorrow and disappointments to others. She lives not for herself but also for the world. I am not talking about happiness of a moment or a point in time, but total tranquility that rewards with elation in success, fame, family, sex and above all LOVE. That which she so relentlessly seeks after, but only find through selfish and selfless acts of faith and determination, All in the name of finding love and total happiness. One which does not exist, not in this life at least, maybe in dreams and fantasies where I want to forever live. I have total control over my domain. But enough of me, this is a story of a woman who loves and seeks love. It surrounds her daily and showers her with magnitude of gifts and honors. This is a girl who speaks and it becomes gospel, who walks and leaves a path to be followed, who never takes advantage of ones strengths and weaknesses, instead she explores their capabilities and potential to benefit herself with a lack of respect or consideration of their emotions and feelings. She reminds me of myself. Her soul mirrors my image.

Back to the point of love. A world she creates and makes true by her own endeavors. She is loved but yearns to love another. A soul that is so pure that even love awaits her approval and acceptance. Her beauty so radiant that it casts down all foothold that stands against her. She is wanted and hunted that she needs not to search for her prince of perfection for princes awaits her embrace. But wait this is a story not of love rewarded but of love stolen and cherished. A girl who walks on a platform laden for her by lovers and admirers and yet she feathers herself with the unattainable, men who are untouchable by bonds of love for another. To think that she would be equip with the consideration and respect for both women alike, but challenges herself to acquire Love through sex. A borrowed love until he becomes hers to keep. Purity is only what the mind conceives, for she is an angel of her own charms manifested in the sinister all manhood. Why should she deprive herself of the possibility of receiving a life time of happiness at the expense of another? That significant other will move on to her truer happiness.

I seek to tell you how she fought with fate to grant her this myriad of bliss that she seeks for, in a man she’s come to adore and love in the true meaning of the word. One who’s body is a masterpiece, his mind a maize filled with knowledge, his soul so humble and meek, hands soft and prosperous, lips so promising that it makes her melt from each sensational contact and a heart that is only a small part for her. His heart belong to another. Yet he resuscitate her compassion. He seems so perfect, but is someone else’s perfection. I stand on a platform paved with morals and dedication, yet I feed on a lifetime of guilt so much as my character so do. A woman she’s called, for in her is created all emotions of the human character, she laughs, she cries, she hurts and she loves. The SHE God created from the HE. Woman, who inhibits all that a man has and all he has not. And he who lacks shall find the she to compensate. So as to be titled soul mates. To be continued…

KARMA IS A BITCH

Karma is very much existent
as sure as I am that of a woman.
My soul bids me to taste and enjoy
to take all and be captivated by its satisfaction
in a man whose heart holds another.
My femininity sings a song
that echoes as a charm,
that sends pleasure and companionship to our hearts.
I shall take him and the fruits of nature
and be filled by his presence in my life.

Yet with all knowledge known to man
my actions will only create an oppsite reaction
and sweetness in danger and mischief
reaps only pleasure and pain
It propels me to continue.
To the naked eyes of those who judge me
lies on flat surface promiscuity,
In my body lies a temple.
I open not the doors to that sanctuary
but a mere flesh that needs healing.

Karma persuades me to prostitute my innocence
for the mother of all things green in envy
she rotates around the face of the sun
to see him glow beauty on
and he too finds pleasure in mocking me
of my destiny that only he has sight of.
Mother and I share that in common.
But nature takes union with reality and warns me..
..HE belongs to another
Karma bids me to linger till my fate peruses me
much more than I'm being pursued by him.

THE WINE

I explained this after the poem. IT might be hard to understand.

He drank down the wine and they kept going.
He and She,
Not knowing whats to come in their way
He drank up the wine and she kept weeping.
The car broke down and he was sleeping.
Where would you go without ever knowing the way.
He kept drinking and she kept walking.
Love flew with time, and she was still by his side.
But hearts half filled with fear, now broken
and she left him, no longer there.
Sober now...
He found himself staring in the eyes of a stranger,
like those many other strangers,
a night walker in search of a kind drunk to fulfill her desires
of love and money and sex.
His soul mate had gone..
..when the wine had pierced its deepest.

EXPLANATION
Sometimes men can be so blind as to the treasure they have st their side and would only hope and think that everything is alright. But this man was blinded by the "wine" which alludes to the joy of being let loose and highly freed and favoured. But he did not realize that while he was enjoying life and thinking all is well "he drank up the wine" and lost the appreciation of his soulmate whose heart was broken. "She kept weeping". Slowly but surely on the road of relationships and its encounters being driven in a car that represents love, not knowing the way. The car eventually broke down, love had stopped, and as sure as time flies, love had flew away. Still caught up and half blinded drunk had not seen that all was gone and all this time she was by his side...weeping. A prostitute represented the affairs he had and the betrayal. A stranger had come between the two. He then realised his love had stopped and was gone. Life had stopped at the last drop of wine.

Surprising how men can be so blinded that they fail to appreciate and ador. They cheat, they lie and they abuse. But love will only corporate when they learn to appreciate. Dont take your mate for geanted beacause as time ticks she might be walking and the gap keep broadening.

WATCHERS

Onlookers only saw the beauty
that shone so radiant when she walked.
Heartbreakers could only feel her innoscence
that she brought each time she talked.

But the world could not discern how she
strolled on hot platter and spoke with a heart
that did not matter with things that decayed.
Because at nights she would weep her time away.
She closed out all eyes
to mend her heart.

I FOUND CHRIST

I dedicate this one to a new friend..Gavin who is helpin me on my way. I think he is the car that hit me in this dream. Hey dont get tired of my dreams...I did say they speak to me.

Walking through the middle of the night has always been a mystery
Not knowing where you're going.
But traveling with a mind set on solving destiny.
I remember one night out of many when I decided to walk in pitch black.
This time I had a purpose,
I ran like the wind in no direction,
I ran to become one with the night,
Closer to eternity, farther from bitter sweet bliss.
I had a purpose, Just needed a reason to continue.
I ran towards mutiny and found light in the night.
I found christ when I stopped at an intersection.
Confused by the loud calls of the night
But one voice spoke quietly..
.." I am the way, the truth and the light"
I found life, light in darkness.
I found christ, the end to my mystery.
I felt salvation knock me straight in the lightpost,
last thing I heard was a loud horn,
My journey was ended
And I was born again.

CHASING CAR

This is another one of my dreams...I wish most cars were like the one I Fabricated in my visions.

I'm driving a car
that slides on my dreams
and is a wish upon a star.
So polished I can see my face,
Eyes of a thousand children
Ears of a thousand cries.
Mouth of that romantic pilgrim
A face of an old stallion smiles.
Gas depressed as I slow down my life,
I steer myself in my own direction
while the front lamps of an image besets
before me the path of salvation.
The famished glow that paints before me the past,
a rear view glance...
...Turn left... Turn right
Reverse... you'll have a second chance.

I have a car
that drives in my dreams
and is a wish upon a star.