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December 1, 2008

Essence (poetry)

Filed under: Poetry — annielives @ 4:42 pm
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If I shared with you my essence
Opened up and let you in
Would it be just the beginning
Or the beginning of the end?

If I shared my very spirit
My heart, body, mind and soul -
Would you do the same intensely
Or simply turn from me and go?

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If I let you see my essence
Would your eyes be satisfied -
With the binding and the title
And the contents locked inside?

Would you read each page with wonder
As if the words were always new?
Would you trade the dog eared copy
For a Volume Number Two?

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If I let you hear my essence
Spoken softly in your ear -
Would it speak the very words
You dreamed you’d someday hear?

Would the echos touch the places
Where no one had ever gone?
Would their resonance lift you higher
Than any height you’d ever known?

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If you inhaled my small essence
A light and subtle scent -
Would you inhale me deeply
Then breathe me out again?

Would you like the fragrance?
Would you infuse it with your own?
Would it be the kind of smell that
Warmly – made you think – you’re home?

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If I let you taste my essence
Would you discern the subtle taste -
If it’s not a sassy salsa
In a jalapeno base?

Would the taste insatiate you?
Would it satisfy your needs?
Could your thirst and hunger both be quenched
By a woman-child like me?

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If I let you touch my essence
Would you plumb the depths inside -
With a gentle curiosity
That could never be denied?

Would you venture past those pleasures
To my fragile inner core -
And protect me when I’m vulnerable
Overwhelmed , unsure?

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Would you hold at bay each fear I have
Would my heart, for once, be spared?
Would the echos that can haunt me -
Steer clear of what we shared?

My essence can’t be taken
And, no, it won’t be sold -
But, I can give it freely
Or leave it silently on hold.

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If a man exists who has a silver tongue
And nerves of steel -
A heart of gold and head of reason
The ability to feel…

An essence waits in limbo
Not lonely, but alone.
Defending faith in fairy tales
And, too, what dreams I’ve known.

November 30, 2008

The Storyteller (poetry)

Filed under: Poetry — annielives @ 9:52 pm
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The storyteller weaves her magic spell upon the crowd
All ears around were riveted to – each word she said aloud.

With a gentle, calming voice – enchanting stories she does tell.
She spins words into a fabric – no other does it quite so well.

All around the blazing fire – the circle holds its breath
As she speaks of truth and wisdom – and of life and love and death.

So enraptured are the lovers – of the storyteller’s words
The faces loes expression – with each passing word that’s heard.

She lulls them into silence: peaceful, wistful and content
Their worries long forgotten, their dreams alive again.

The telling of the tale: turning phrases like a dance.
Slowly stripping off each veil – a tantalizing, slow romance.

Carefully crafting words with wisdom, spinning life out of a dream
Captivating, mesmerizing, seducing all upon the scene.

Perhaps she’ll come to you to visit – invigorate you with her spirit
Whisper secrets softly to you – listen closely, you may hear it.

She might caress your soul with comfort – linger near you for a spell
Share her wisdom with you, knowing, there are stories you must tell.

Emotional Iceland (poetry)

Filed under: Poetry — annielives @ 9:25 pm
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The day I looked into your eyes
And saw my own reflection
I turned around and bolted in
The opposite direction.

Panicked, dazed, I ran like hell
Did not know what to do.
Like in a dream, my legs of lead
Kept leading back to you.

Alarms let loose inside my head
The power shorted out
My generator came online
Before all faded out.

A tornado swept across my brain
My mind twisted in the fray
A path emerged engulfed by flames
I turned the other way.

I wandered down the narrow streets
My mind had mapped for me.
Freedom, Spirit, Strength, Desire
Were nowhere to be seen.

Caution Street loomed up ahead
Where worry intersected
Emotion Street was all blocked off
No repair date was projected.

The streets seemed an endless maze
But they all led to one dead end
A flashing warning sign
Said the unknown was ’round the bend.

Just past that sign, again emerged
That fiery passageway
I didn’t want to take it
Yet, I couldn’t look away.

Staring down the scary path
I glimpsed into our lives
The time we’d spend, the love we’d share
Reflected in your eyes.

The vision made me shiver
It was more than I could stand.
I wouldn’t let you in because
You weren’t in my plan.

I donned my hat and then my shades
And turned to face the night
In the arms of cold and darkness
I would find a place to hide.

On The Brink (poetry)

Filed under: Poetry — annielives @ 9:13 pm
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Twisted up in faulty reason
Tormented by his sultry lines
Strung along through darkened season
Left behind, another time.

Lost within my mental labyrinth
Chaotic calls do beckon so
Echoes bound around the chasm
And linger still – before they go.

Wafting madness, creeping sensually
Insanity’s alluring touch
Caressing softly, stroking gently
Whispered words that wield so much.

Slipping down inside dementia
Like sinking down into a bath
Melted, creamy butter kisses
No hope or thought of coming back.

The seduction of my sanity
More effortless than you might think.
Madness – such a subtle lover
Or, maybe I was on the brink.

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